The roaring bonfire lit up Vincent's faces, and after searching the settlement and finding that there was really nothing to use, Vincent, who was already getting dark, found a small house that was a little cleaner and prepared to spend the night.

Although there is nothing to recycle, the settlement has a lot of wooden furniture, and it is no problem to break it and let the roaring campfire burn all night. Since coming out of New Ravi, she has not been in such a warm environment, and Amis, whose little face has been frozen and flushed, can finally take off her thick leather coat, and lean on Vincent's shoulder to look at the elk that is grilling on the campfire.

While deciding to spend the night here, Vincent also planned to improve the food, and at this time, a herd of elk passed by the settlement, and the food delivered to the door Vincent naturally smiled unceremoniously. With his skills, it was too easy to hunt an elk in the snow.

The elk looks quite large, but after shaving off its meatless hooves and head, and then stripping it of the thick fat, it is not much larger than a normal goat. At this time, the elk grilled on the campfire was cut open by Vincent with a knife, so that the venison could be roasted from the inside out. The surface of the venison is evenly coated with a thick layer of fat that has just been peeled off the deer's body, firstly to prevent the meat from being roasted, and secondly, to make the meat more fragrant.

The fat-coated venison was constantly tumbled by Vincent, and after the fat was roasted by the fire, it spat out oil stars from time to time, and then made a "zez" sound. Amis on the side of the watch grabbed Vincent's arm tightly with her small hand, and kept swallowing her saliva.

Vincent smiled and touched her cute little head, then took out a bottle of spirits, took a big sip, and sprayed it on the venison with a "poof" until he was sure that all the places on the whole deer had been sprayed with spirits. Vincent took out a small brush and evenly brushed the pre-prepared seasoning on top of the venison.

After all the seasonings were served, the aroma of the venison and the aroma of the seasoning, the greedy Amis kept shaking Vincent's arm, and the sound of swallowing saliva could be clearly heard by Vincent sitting next to him.

Finally, when the venison was roasted to a golden color, Vincent carefully cut off a piece and handed it to Amis. Looking at her anxious appearance, Vincent chuckled happily.

After eating, Amis was about to pester Vincent to be coquettish, and suddenly, her face changed slightly, and she whispered: "Someone is coming, 5." Then he lifted Vincent's broad cloak and slipped inside.

After Vincent brought Amyse out, he realized that not only was she not a burden, but she could help himself a lot. I don't know if it's because of her abilities, or if it's a woman's innate intuition, her sixth sense is a special spirit, and even the sensing range exceeds Vincent's sensitive perception. She could sense many things that Vincent had overlooked that she hadn't discovered, and there was no time when she couldn't find them.

Since Amis said that someone was coming, then someone must have come, and the house Vincent had chosen now had no windows. If he lit a bonfire here, the light of the fire could be seen through the window on a snowy day like this, several kilometers away. The people Amis was talking about must have seen Vincent's fire and rushed all the way over, after all, in the wild, where there is fire, it must be safe.

This is a basic common sense of people who survive in the wilderness, and rookies don't dare to light bonfires at night so blatantly, because those rookies who dare to light bonfires at night are dead. The wilderness at night is very dangerous, in addition to some fierce beasts and mutated creatures, there are also some passing thieves and mercenaries, whether they are beasts or thieves mercenaries or whatever, they are happy to send these rookies to God. Therefore, those who dare to light bonfires in the wild are old birds, and the camping sites chosen by old birds are very safe places.

Vincent smiled coldly, ignoring the situation outside, he took out a plate, cut the venison from the grill, and ate it slowly. Although Amis is a little girl, she has a very big appetite, and she actually ate a whole quarter of such a big deer. Every time Vincent waited for her to finish eating, he couldn't help but touch her smooth and flat little belly, but every time he found that her stomach didn't feel the slightest stretch, and she really couldn't understand where so much food was put by her.

Finally, as Vincent was eating the third piece of meat he had cut off, he heard footsteps coming from the door of the settlement, and exclaimed as he saw so many zombie corpses at the door of the settlement. Vincent sensed it carefully, sure enough, it was 5 people, judging from their speed, Vincent's perception range was 100 meters, but Amis's perception range was at least 1000 meters, and people were more popular than people.

And not to mention the wide range of her perception, the accuracy is far more than Vincent, and her being with Vincent is simply adding a radar plug-in to Vincent. You know, Vincent's abilities are almost perfect, with great strength, terrifying speed, the ability to fly, but melee and long-range attacks, and the only weakness is that the perception is too mismatched with the strength of his ability. You know, Dashan is so much weaker than him, but his perception is also 100 meters, the magnetic field ability called the girl is 300 meters, and the buddy with 6 senses is at least 600 meters.

Eventually, the group reached the door of Vincent's house, pushed it open, and placed their weapons in the doorway, and walked in lightly. It's a way for two groups of strange, or distrustful teams to show friendship when they meet in the wild, to show their goodwill, but also to show that they have laid down their arms and have no intention of fighting.

Of course, this was mainly because they saw Vincent and were sure that it was indeed an old bird, and it would be a different matter if they found out that the person in the room was a rookie. Maybe we can spend the night in peace, and then sack him the next morning, or maybe we will kill him the moment you open the door.

Vincent glanced up at them lightly, then looked no further, and continued to eat the food on the plate in his hand. All of them were dressed in adventurer's gear, and judging by their attire, it was impossible to tell whether they were mercenaries or thieves. But it must be one of these two classes, and that kind of fierce aura is not something that ordinary adventurers can have.