The sun set in the west, gradually darkening the sky.
The Schultz family's guard squad set up a temporary camp on a small hill.
They had already left Swan City four days ago. In these four days, they had thoroughly searched several hundred miles around Swan City, but they had found nothing.
Lucien's patience seemed to be running out, and his temper became increasingly irritable.
Seeing this, the guards all avoided the Lord, even walking more lightly, for fear of attracting his wrath and becoming the object of his venting.
Bonfires rose up in the campsite, their orange flames licking the mutton on the grill, only tasting the hot dripping oil.
Lucien sat expressionless in front of the bonfire, taking a golden-roasted leg of lamb, and tore into it without regard for the burning temperature.
A servant quickly and carefully handed over a pot of wine, and then retreated.
