Stigma pursed his lips into a smile. "Hurry up. We need your spices. And thanks for saving me today."
"We’re in the same boat. I can’t survive the trip just by myself." Angele chuckled. "You don’t need to thank me."
"I don’t care about your intention. You still saved me." Stigma showed Angele the plate. "Come join us. You’re our leader now. We should have some rest."
"Sure." Angele stopped for a second and realized that it was the barbeque party they talked about earlier.
"Reyline is preparing the wine. We can start the party right away with your spices." Stigma looked at him.
Angele was a bit depressed, but he was being cheered up at the thought of the party.
Although Angele was alone most of the time, he still wanted to engage in some social activities from time to time.
He turned around and grabbed the spices and he also released the night sparrow from the cage. There was no problem as it could find food by itself.
The party was held on the deck.
