Chapter 134: Bonfire and Gourmet Food

In the depths of the night, the forest was permeated with a mystical scent. Perhaps it was due to the chilling nocturnal air that a layer of fog crept across the forest.

The scorching heat of the day contrasted sharply with the chilly night, a dichotomy that the mercenaries navigating through the jungle had long become accustomed to.

Because this was their life.

Countless droplets of water condensed and trickled down onto broad leaves. To proceed through the forest on such a night would, without a doubt, drench one's clothes utterly.

The cold of the night air was an unapologetic display of its dominance, and without a campfire, this treacherous place was nearly impossible to withstand.

But for the warrior, he had long grown used to this.

Before darkness fell completely, he had already gathered enough firewood for the night.

The lit campfire flickered, a monster slain from daytime was now being cooked over it.