C68 Merchant and Death Grip 4

Late at night I sat in front of the crackling campfire and played with the wood with a branch.

Fisherman sat beside me with a jug of wine in his hand, happily enjoying his drink.

The giant man who was subdued by Fisherman with a pot of dry goods soup was leaning against a dead tree and sleeping.

Bely stuck her head out of the tent and said with dissatisfaction, "Ding Ding can't sleep anymore