Melody gave an embarrassed smile, saying, “Young Master, I was joking. Since we’re here, of course,


    I’ll share the hardships with


    you all!”


    Even though Nash was serious, if she really had abandoned them, how would the others think of her?


    When the Youngs rose to power again in the future, would she not lose face?


    Bradley then briefed everyone on some precautions for the journey ahead.


    Around noon, Madam Lunaris invited everyone down for lunch.


    The group gathered around a round table.


    At that time, there was another group seated nearby.


    This group consisted of eight individuals, all dressed in matching tour group attire. They appeared to be


    around 30 to 40 years old.


    As Nash and the others settled down, their


    gazes met.


    “Stop staring and start eating!”


    Bradley said, digging into his food with his utensils.


    The tour group went back to their cheerful conversations.


    Melody whispered with a smirk, “Not a single woman in sight, just a bunch of middle-aged men. They


    sure seem to have a lot of leisure time.”


    “Eat more and talk less. We might not have food for the next few days!”


    Nash teased as he picked up a drumstick.


    “Are you being considerate now?”


    Melody said, pushing her te toward him with a coquettishugh.


    “Don’t you have hands?” Nash replied. Taking a bite of the drumstick, he mused, “It tastes quite


    good…”


    “Typical man!”


    Melody muttered under her breath.


    Meanwhile, Finn found the other drumstick.


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    Just as he was about to offer it to Melody, Derek tried to offer her a chicken wing. “Melody, you


    Finn red at Derek with a cold face. Thetter shuddered, quickly put the chicken wing on his te


    and started to chew on it.


    Finn then ced the chicken leg on Melody’s te and said with a smile, “Melody, drumsticks have


    more meat. You should eat this.”


    Melody rolled her eyes at Finn. “Don’t I have hands?”


    Madam Lunaris went to the other table with a bowl of chicken noodle soup.


    “Madam Lunaris… who are the people at the other table?” A man with a beard at that table whispered


    to Madam Lunaris.


    She responded with a smile, “Guests, of course!”


    What a load of crap!


    Obviously!


    Did she think he did not know that they were guests?


    The man held back his annoyance and stopped pressing for more information,


    He understood that guests at Madam Lunaris’ ce were assured privacy.


    Asking Madam Lunaris this question was redundant.


    Then, Madam Lunaris returned to the kitchen and ced a te of pickled fish on Nash’s table.


    Xeno, driven by curiosity, asked, “Olddy, who are they?”


    “Guests!”


    “I’ll pay you extra, just tell me their background!”


    “It’s not about the money. It’s the rule of Madam Lunaris’ homestead!”


    Madam Lunaris said calmly and walked away.


    Bradley, after taking a sip of his beer, said, “Let’s quickly finish our meal and go back to our rooms for a


    good rest.


    After a hearty meal, everyone returned to their rooms.


    That night, a third group of guests arrived at the homestead.


    This group consisted of both men and women, but all were reticent.


    Later in the night, there was a thunderstorm.


    Inside Nash’s room, Melody remarked in surprise,


    “It’s really storming… How can the weather forecast be so unreliable?”


    Bradley, looking out at the raging storm, replied, “The weather in the Nine Absolute Mountain Range is


    unpredictable, and forecasts can’t be relied on.”


    His face then took on a worried expression. “Given this storm, I’m afraid it’llst until tomorrow, making


    our nned route impassable!”