In the past, when he was just a lowly office worker, Eric would be woken by the slightest sound at night.
Now, it was a different story. There could be more than a dozen cubs sleeping on his earthen bed, yet he wasn't awakened by the noise at all.
"Eric, are you all going to bed?"
Bruno's voice came in from the courtyard through the window.
Eric sat up and answered him: "Why are you only coming over now? We've already finished eating."
Bruno walked in from the door, his face flushed with excitement:
"It's fine, it's fine! I didn't come for food! Eric, the gunpowder you mentioned... is it real?"
With every step he took, Leo, who was rolling on the bed, as well as Max, Michael, and Eric, all wrinkled their noses in unison, their gazes on him becoming critical.
Bruno stopped awkwardly. He raised his hand to sniff his clothes, then shyly scratched his red beard:
