They were eating, chatting, and working. Before they knew it, it was already 11:15 at night.
Jasper Milton finally finished making the ladder.
Stella Grace glanced at the direction of the bed. It was dark inside and seemed to be bottomless, as if it was filled with some kind of unknown power.
"It's very dark," Stella said worriedly.
"Don't worry." Jasper sprinkled some lard onto the rope woven by Stella, tied it to the wooden stick, and ignited a spark on it.
A torch was produced just like that.
He walked ahead with a ladder on his shoulder while holding a kitchen knife in his other hand.
Stella held the torch in one hand and went back to their bed with their umbrellas in her other hand.
Jasper had already forged out a road for them. It was one meter wide and ten meters long. The ground was free of debris and overgrown vegetation.
