After returning to my wagon, I decided to clean up since I have been working all day and I honestly felt icky all over. I changed to my sleeping clothes and laid leisurely on my soft bed. From the inside, I could clearly see that a few individuals have been keeping an eye on my wagon. They must be the minions sent by the three leaders whom I ditched early this morning.
Though I know they were anxiously waiting for me to appear, I decided not to come out from the wagon. Who told them that it was alright to fight like children in front of me?
