Capítulo 152: City Watch

"Want some? The seasoning is not that good, but it would taste good when cooked with soup."

The middle-aged man Mufasa who always appeared casual whipped out a wooden spoon from out of nowhere, stirring the bubbling, boiling meat soup while scooping out a spoonful. "I'm quite confident in cooking soups." He said.

Nala, who had been drifting to sleep, slowly woke up after sniffing the fragrant smell of the soup.

"Could it be a trap, like 'You kids are now a convert of our church after drinking our soup'?" Simba asked cautiously.

He could not help being careful, with children disappearing from the slums every passing day.

"Relax, I'm not that desperate… it's a permanent quest in the first place."

Mufasa nonchalantly said something Simba didn't understand at all, although he did appear to not bear ill will.