Time passes quickly, often slipping away unnoticed, especially for those who are busy.
As one of the tribe's administrators, and the one responsible for overseeing everything, Amy was always very occupied. With Enzo rarely managing the tribe and only offering input on major matters, Amy had to make most decisions on her own.
With the Crimson Star Tribe's continuous growth, she was feeling overwhelmed.
Besides that, the images she had foreseen also filled her with concern, to the point that Amy's mental state hasn't been great lately.
At that moment, she caught a pleasant aroma.
It was late at night.
In the small courtyard in front of the bamboo house, Enzo was cooking food and had set out several bottles wine.
These fine wines, after undergoing a second distillation, had a more intense flavor.
Amy hurried over, sat down, and asked with a smile, "Lord Enzo, why are you suddenly cooking?"
