Where to Go (Part 2)

Night had fallen completely.

It was the golden autumn of October. During the day, the sun still shone overhead, and the air sometimes retained the lingering warmth of summer. But once night came, the temperature became much cooler.

Gusts of sea wind swept in, their cool touch stroking over their skin inch by inch, bringing an exceptionally pleasant feeling.

A crescent moon leaped out from one side and slowly climbed upward bit by bit. As it crawled across the sky, its bright moonlight did not forget to shine upon the beach, granting it a share of radiance.

After resting for a day, the people Romon had rescued had recovered some of their strength. Even the injured had largely healed. Looking at the wounds on their legs and bodies, now closed into scars, everyone present felt an added measure of awe.

In any world, people held awe for the strong.

The greater one's strength, the more respect one received.

Through his combat and healing abilities, Romon had earned this group's admiration and reverence.

Meanwhile, they were busy as well. The three wild oxen they had dragged back were skinned, cut apart, and cleaned.

They found several pots aboard the ship and set them over firewood on the beach to boil. Before long, the fragrant scent of beef and toasted bread drifted through the air.

Baron Mengpiya's family even had fruit wine and canned food.

No one thought this difference in treatment inappropriate. Even a down-and-out noble was still a noble.

As the moon in the sky gradually rose, the temperature around them slowly dropped as well. Since it was still golden autumn, the weather was usually somewhat stifling. This faint chill was not unpleasant; instead, it made people like it all the more.

Naturally, they could not avoid wolfing down their