The night is deep, yet the people are not quiet.
The once noisy small grove suddenly turns desolate.
It seems everyone unanimously gives space for the commander, vacating the tents and moving hundreds of meters away to continue their merrymaking.
It looks like no enemies will come by recently.
They don't need to be on edge.
In the central tent of the grove, Dorian Cook finally can lie on the bed.
She's almost forgotten what lying on a bed feels like.
Comfortable.
Although it's just a simple temporary outdoor bed, compared to the cold bench at the Black Pine League, it's indeed much more comfortable.
Dorian Cook really doesn't want to get up.
"Miss, we meet again." Julius Reed lifts the tent flap and walks slowly towards her.
"Yes, we meet again. Last time I should have scolded you, but this time, I really should thank you." Dorian Cook turns her head, gently blinking her right eye, very playfully cute.
