Night fell.
By the campfire, Russell rested his head on the back of the Red-eyed Rat King, who was gnawing on a bone. He chatted leisurely with Eric, Catherine, four Knight Attendants, and Charles, who had returned once again.
"A husband tenderly comforts his wife, who is in the throes of labor, saying, 'It's all because of me that you're in so much pain. I'm really sorry'..."
With the campfire crackling, Charles smugly showed off his joke, "But his wife said, 'Don't worry, it's not your fault,' hahaha! Get it? It's not his fault, someone else made the mistake, hahaha!"
"Haha!" Knight Attendant Jack got it instantly.
Tom and the others also began to laugh, loudly praising Charles for his talent.
"Vulgar!" Mr. Eric muttered under his breath, then turned his head away, unable to suppress a curl forming at the corner of his mouth.
Catherine's pale face flushed with red veins, she chided, "I don't get it."
