The night wind blew and the night became even colder. Mas and company were unwilling to spend time looking for a suitable temporary residence.
After Mas and Dick had their fill, they directly lay down by the fire to rest.
In his sleep, Mas vaguely heard someone shouting.
When he opened his eyes, he saw that the one-armed youth was muttering in his sleep.
Mas listened carefully to what he was saying and heard 'I will kill all of you and avenge my family!'
Mas shook his head. It was another young man who had been blinded by hatred. But this had nothing to do with him. There were so many pitiful people in the world. Did he need to pity every single one of them?
He was not a saint!
Mas yawned and continued to lie down to sleep.
The night passed quickly and the sky became bright.
Mas glanced at the one-armed youth and saw that his face was flushed. He was clearly having a fever.
