In the depths of night, the Ancient Village was shrouded in a thin mist, with the inn completely dark.
Charles Anderson chuckled softly, "Tell me, if I hadn't come, how would you sleep tonight?"
Rosie Scott understood the implication behind his words, but didn't want to give him the satisfaction. "Naturally, I'd sleep however I like."
The matter of Charles Anderson being at the Ancient Village was deliberately kept hidden by Rosie Scott, so it was only after three days that the crew noticed something unusual.
During those three days, Rosie Scott cooked privately every day, and Jane also joined her for a few meals of gourmet food, while the rest of the crew ate light meals. After all, in this remote area, even a meal with fresh vegetables was hard to come by.
Yet, just as the crew was devouring bland dishes, Rosie Scott and Jane brought a big pot of crayfish, immediately making everyone drool with envy.
