A bonfire made from broken wood mixed with scraps burned fiercely.
The shattered sparks were blown by the wind, streaking into the thin mist before vanishing.
The adventurers in front of the Red Spider temporary camp had flushed faces, as if scorched by the fire—or perhaps from excitement.
Some engineers from distant merchant groups lazily leaned against both sides of their vehicles, sipping beer from small cans.
Although the entire city had fallen into chaos because of the Rovers' riot during the day, the turmoil had yet to spread across the distance to the Tian Yuan Territory.
Perhaps it was because of the Foundation's backing, or perhaps because the Red Spider Merchant Group itself was an enormous deterrent.
The people from the Qinggang Shelter were keeping a very low profile. They had not even managed to send someone over to deliver a message.
As the drifting aroma spread through the air,
it was not long before the camp kitchen brought out several substantial dishes, instantly igniting the somewhat lonely night's atmosphere.
Braised Sheep Head.
Roast Mutton.
Stewed Wild Vegetables.
The heavy pot was set over the fire, and as the flames flared, the aroma grew richer and richer.
Luke, who had already removed his Powered Battle Armor, charged to the front of the crowd while leaning on a cane.
Without even caring that it was hot, he reached into the pot and pulled out a fragrant skewer of mutton, then picked up a crisp flatbread from beneath the fire and wrapped it around the skewer.
He took a bite.
Hiss.
Luke drew in a sharp breath—not because the heat had scalded him, but because of the flavor. "Am I imagining it? Why does it feel even more fragrant than a few days ago!"
That unforgettable flavor seemed to have been