"Drake, whatâs wrong?"
His two lackeys sidled up to him. What was Drake looking at?
"You guys see that person over there? Doesnât she look a little familiar to you?"
Drake stared in Stella Sterlingâs direction without turning his head, a flicker of doubt in his eyes.
âI couldnât get a good look at that woman before. Why does she seem more and more familiar the longer I stare?â
The two of them looked in the direction Drake was staring and scratched their heads. "Drake, isnât that just the woman who was mowing people down with that gun a minute ago?"
âOf course sheâs familiar, we just saw her.â
âHas Drake lost his memory or something?â
The man had barely finished speaking when Drake smacked him on the back of the head. "No shit, Sherlock! Of course I know itâs her. I mean she feels *really* familiar, like Iâve seen her somewhere before!"
Hearing this, the two men looked back toward Stella Sterling, confused. "I donât see it. Her face is covered. How could anyone tell what she looks like?"
Hearing this, Drake began to doubt himself. âMaybe I really am just overthinking it.â
âBesides, Iâve met so many people. It wouldnât be strange to run into one or two old acquaintances.â
Just as he was thinking this, the womanâs gaze shifted toward them. Their eyes met.
Drakeâs heart skipped a beat as fragments of a memory flashed through his mind.
"Itâs her!!!"
He finally remembered who she was. She was the woman whoâd clashed with them beforeâthe one who had injured him.
Seeing her looking at him with a faint smile, his heart leaped into his throat.
âDonât tell me she recognized us, too. Is she going to try to get revenge?â
Drake immediately turned his head, avoiding Stella Sterlingâs gaze.
âWe only met her briefly a couple of times back then. And we look a lot different now. Itâs possible she wonât recognize us.â
He forced himself not to look over again and pulled his two lackeys back down to their seats.
His two men were confused by this series of actions, but Drake offered no explanation. He only said, "Weâre keeping a low profile from now on."
âItâs best not to attract that womanâs attention. The weapon sheâs carrying is way more powerful than ours. We canât afford to mess with her. We really canât!â
âWe already flashed our guns, so ordinary people wonât dare to mess with us. As long as we donât go looking for trouble, we shouldnât draw any attention.â
"Since theyâre your enemies, arenât you going to take care of them?"
Louis Grant said teasingly, noticing her gaze was fixed on the three men.
"Iâm not some homicidal maniac who kills people at the drop of a hat."
Stella Sterling shot him a glare. "Just focus on roasting your fish. Donât forget, Iâm paying you for this!"
âIsnât she, though?â
Louis Grant retorted silently. âWhen she started shooting just now, she didnât even blink.â
But he didnât say anything else, focusing on roasting the fish in his hands.
"Itâs a shame thereâs no seasoning. Otherwise, this would smell even better!"
The aroma of the fish was gradually wafting out, and Louis Grant couldnât help but swallow.
âFinally, a decent meal today.â
Stella Sterling was much calmer. âIt smells good, but itâs definitely missing something,â she thought. She reached into her backpack, felt around for a moment, then pulled out a seasoning bottle and handed it to him. "Add this."
Louis Grantâs eyes lit up. He immediately took it and sprinkled it on the fish.
Instantly, the aroma became incredibly fragrant.
He looked at Stella Sterling in amazement. "You even have this in your backpack?"
"You have to be fully prepared when youâre on the road. The essentials for a good meal are a must."
"That makes sense. I used to be a real foodie myself. But now... itâs a blessing just to get a full meal. I donât ask for anything more."
Stella Sterling didnât reply, her eyes fixed on the fish in his hands.
Once he was almost done cooking, she took the fish, left two for him, and then turned and walked away.
"She said two, and she meant exactly two. After all the bonding we did over roasting fish together... sheâs completely merciless, isnât she?"
Louis Grant muttered to himself, but Stella Sterling was already long gone, completely out of earshot.
Muttering fiercely, he took a savage bite of the fish, as if he were tearing into a big chicken drumstick. But this was a fish, a fish full of tiny bones.
And so, unsurprisingly, he got a bone stuck in his throat. His face turned beet red.
He spent a good while digging around in his mouth with his fingers before finally spitting it out. "Almost lost my life just eating a fish. Iâm not sure if this deal is worth it or not."
âNot bad. Say what you will, but his fish-roasting skills are pretty good.â
Back inside her tent, Stella Sterling placed the fish on a plate. She then retrieved a few other items from her spatial storage to complete her dinner.
She critiqued the meal as she ate.
She hadnât prepared many pre-made fish dishes, but she had stored plenty of fresh fish that sheâd killed earlier in her storage space.
âBut roasting it myself is a bit of a hassle.â
âHaving someone else roast it is pretty nice. All it costs me is two fish. Itâs a good deal.â
ăThe next day.ă
Just as before, Stella Sterling gave the fish she had scooped from the water to Louis Grant.
Louis Grant was stunned for only a moment before taking them. "Same payment as yesterday? Two fish?"
"Mhm."
Stella Sterling nodded, and Louis Grant seemed pleased. "Looks like my fish-roasting skills have earned your approval!"
Stella Sterling sat down on a piece of foam and turned to look at him. "Itâs not bad. Barely edible, I suppose."
âIt wasnât as good as when she cooked it herself, but the convenience of not having to do it was a definite plus.â
"Haha! To get your approval is an honor in itself."
Louis Grant laughed happily, his movements deft and quick as he roasted the fish.
Stella Sterling didnât ask where he got the fire. It was a transaction: she paid him, and he provided the labor. It was a fair trade, and neither of them owed the other anything.
Louis Grant was the type to warm up to people quickly. He could strike up a natural conversation with a complete stranger.
âBesides,â he thought, âweâve known each other for a few days now. Weâve even roasted and eaten fish together. Thatâs practically a deep friendship.â
âSo that basically makes us buddies, right?â
As a result, his tone became even more natural, and he was much chattier today than he had been yesterday.
"So, beautiful, whatâs your name? Iâm Louis Grant."
Louis Grant asked while roasting the fish, turning his head to look at the woman beside him who was staring out at the water.
Glancing at him, Stella Sterling casually gave a name. "Quincy Sterling."
âQuincy Sterling?â
Hearing the name, Louis Grantâs mouth twitched. âWhat kind of name is that for a woman? Itâs obviously fake.â
But he didnât call her out on it. "So, your family name is Sterling. Thatâs a fine name."
"I know someone whoâs also a Sterling. Sheâs the daughter of a wealthy family in Mirefall, actually. I guess you could call that fate, couldnât you?"
"Everyone, look! What is that?"
Before Stella Sterling could reply, someoneâs sudden shout echoed in everyoneâs ears.