Stan Sol didn't spend much time pondering Hustace's question. The color of night was gradually shrouding Dawn Peak. Before long, the moon would climb atop the mountain, and the cold night would only inflict more pain on the pitiable Hustace; a little carelessness could result in the noble young master catching a cold. Stan Sol, being a sensible man, didn't want to risk this. Therefore, he selected a spot on the mountainside, sheltered from the wind, for them to spend the night. Luck wasn't always on their side; they couldn't find a cave every time.
"What're we eating tonight?" Igor unexpectedly brought up an unusual topic. "Too bad there are no birds or beasts on this mountain. Otherwise, with two Hunters here, we could definitely feast on roasted game tonight."
Seeing Igor's hopeful eyes, Baharo couldn't help but grin. "HEHEHE, little brother, you're practically drooling on the ground."
