After being reminded of the amount of work they'd have to do after they saw the rabbits run away a few of the villagers gathered around the one that was speaking to Tibaut and gave him an idea. He looked a bit unsure after they suggested it to him but he went through with it anyway.

"Say Mister you are like Ezekiel, right?"

"(It'd be a pain in the ass to explain) Yeah, sure." he responded.

The villager looked back to the others and they seemed to be nodding their heads.

"So if you don't mind me asking, would you mind clearing the field of rabbits for us today? It's just today so you don't have to worry about making this a habit, we're just tired of having to go out and kill these things all day. We could really use a break."

Tibaut thought about it for a second then snapped his head to face the man.

"Just today? How often do you kill these little guys?"

"About every two days."

Tibaut then looked towards the pile at the entrance. He then started laughing awkwardly.

"I mean it looks like you already got most of them, so I'm not sure how much help I'd be?"

"You'd think, but from experience, that's not even half of them."

Tibaut then looked into the villager's face in horror.

"Every two days?"

The villager nodded in response.

"Every two days."

("I'd say this was a rabbit genocide but they'd have to be putting a dent in the population for it to even be called that.")

Tibaut then took a brief sigh.

"Why the hell are there so many?"

"Well, we got a few ideas but it's nothing for an adventurer like yourself to get involved in."

Tibaut gave the man a puzzled stare before changing the question.

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"So what's the reward?"

"Well you take as many rabbits as you want, and-"

Tibaut then cut him off.

"As many as I want?"

"I-I suppose. Plus we'll give you some-"

"I'll do it."

Now this may seem odd but consider this. This was quite literally a treasure of free food. Although Tibaut didn't care much for money, food was a different story. Although he tried to convince himself that food was food and he could subsist on hard tack for the rest of his life, he most certainly would not turn down food if it was free. Especially meat. The ideas were flowing to his head now he had somewhere to live, in addition to a kitchen. A cruel grin appeared on his face. It had been over three months since he had eaten some meat. He had to force himself to stop salivating at the idea of eating them.

("Today I'm gonna feast like a king. Fried rabbit, jerk rabbit, BBQ rabbit, stew rabbit, rabbit soup, rabbit meatballs and maybe if I can find some eggs I can make pasta with it, maybe some boiled rabbit for Lucky with the bones removed of course, I might even try to get a little inventive and try something crazy like pickled rabbit. And of course, since this time period doesn't have refrigeration I can turn the excess into jerky which can either be eaten as is or in soups or stews. Ah, the possibilities are endless.")

The look on his face was horrifying. He looked like he was plotting the murder of his greatest enemy.

The villager he was talking to could feel his heartbeat increasing and almost felt stifled by the malevolent aura Tibaut was producing.

("Shit did I piss him off? He isn't going to curse at me like that other one did!?")

Tibaut's expression then changed back to normal so fast it was a miracle none of the villagers got whiplash. He then moved two of the children that were sitting on his shoulder to the ground and asked the man a question.

"Got a bag?"

"Uh, sure."

After a few minutes of waiting a massive bag was brought over and placed on the ground nearby him.

Tibaut then cracked his knuckles while looking at the wheat field. Those who stayed behind to watch witnessed a legendary sight. They had seen the greed of a man who could take as much as he wanted. The cacophony of squeals that came from the fields would hold a permanent place in their minds for years to come.

It soon became dark out and Tibaut held a bag that was larger in size than himself.

("I may have gone a bit too wild.") Thought the man whose rabbit-killing skills would put a group of hunting dogs to shame.

He then visited the villagers to tell them he was leaving but they were able to give him a large amount of grain before he left.

("Thank God the way back to the mansion wasn't too far. I can't imagine I'd be too good walking around with raw meat for too long.") He thought as if most regular creatures were a threat to him. A bear might seem scary but when you could blow up said bear with your magic it was about as threatening as a chihuahua.

("Still this place looks like a treasure trove when it comes to meat, I might have to come here whenever I'm in the mood for fresh rabbit.") He thought as trudged home licking his lips.

After coming home he brought the bag into the kitchen before the cold reality of the situation hit him.

"Now that I really look at this, there are a lot of rabbits."

He then began gutting and skinning one of the rabbits. It took him longer than he cared to admit and slightly worried him. He then looked towards the big pile of rabbits and realized at his current rate it would take him at least until morning to be finished.

Realizing the herculean task he had given himself he softly muttered while his hands were placed on his cheeks

"oh fuck."