Natalie never expected Angus's relative to be the top leader of the base. She had assumed the man held, at most, a small official role or a management position. After all, this was the Eastern Region. Above a deputy mayor, there were plenty of bigger figures—mayors, military officials, state leaders, and powerful people from other regions. No matter how you looked at it, it didn't make sense for a deputy mayor to be the one in charge of the entire East. But it turned out Angus hadn't been exaggerating. This man really did have skills. Natalie thought of the nonstop, chatty Angus and muttered, "Huh, that guy is actually useful after all. Achoo!" She sneezed several times in a row, then pinched her nose. "Who's cursing me behind my back?" At the same time, far away in Derton. Jarvis sat in a truck he had finally managed to find, slamming his hand down on the horn again and again. "Dang it! Why did the direction change again?! What is this? Are they touring the whole country?!" The nonstop blaring made Matthew clamp his hands over his ears. "Stop! Stop it! Are you out of your mind?!" He shouted while trying to grab Jarvis's hand as it pounded the steering wheel. It took a while before the ear-splitting noise finally stopped. Matthew was sweating as he looked around. Just moments ago, he felt something was off and was about to take a closer look, then Jarvis suddenly lost it. So, what exactly was wrong? Before he could think it through, Jarvis roared again, "When I find that murderer, I won't let him die easy!" It wasn't surprising that Jarvis had snapped. They had suffered too much these past days. He barely slept, chasing the killer across long distances, only to be led around like a dog on a leash. At first, they had no vehicle at all and had to walk. Their legs were soaked in snow for hours every day, nearly freezing beyond use. Later, when they finally found a car, they almost got killed by a powerful gang while trying to steal fuel. After all that, including obtaining a car and gas, the target's location began to change nonstop. Because of the huge distance, every use of his tracking technique drained him badly. He paid a heavy price each time, yet still couldn't catch up. And just now, the fuel ran out again. The truck came to a dead stop. That was the final straw. "So the guy who killed my brother gets to travel around happily," Jarvis thought, "while I chase him miserably?" Enough was enough. "I can't take this anymore! I'll kill him! I'll kill him!" After yelling in Drakoric, he still wasn't satisfied and continued cursing loudly in his own language. Matthew didn't understand the words, but he caught bits and pieces—things like "skin," "bones," and "organs." The meaning was clear enough. Jarvis wanted the murderer dead, in the worst way possible. Matthew sighed and tried to calm him down. "Jarvis, take a breath. We'll find more fuel. Eventually, we'll catch him. Getting this angry won't help." At first, the one in the worst mood was Matthew. Greendale had plenty of supplies. There were also gentle, caring women there. Yet Jarvis had dragged him out anyway, forcing him to suffer for no good reason. It made Matthew feel close to breaking. But as they traveled farther and farther away, he slowly accepted it. Since he was already out here, the only thing to do was survive. He had to stay alive, find the person who killed Zyrell, and take his revenge, and only then could he truly stop and rest. Besides, as long as Jarvis—such a powerful partner—was still alive beside him, Matthew didn't worry about food or supplies. Because of that, his emotions gradually calmed down. Jarvis, on the other hand, was in much worse shape. He had chased Natalie and Cassian for so long without ever catching them. On top of that, he had gone through two major fights. Not only was he injured, but his confidence had been worn down too. The farther they went, the angrier he became. Thankfully, it was Frostfall. If this were during the Great Heat, his wounds alone would have gotten infected, turned rotten, and killed him. He had paid such a high price, yet couldn't even catch a glimpse of his enemies. How could he not be furious? Matthew ignored Jarvis, who was yelling wildly in the driver's seat. Instead, he scanned their surroundings. After a few seconds, he suddenly slapped his forehead. "I know what feels wrong!" he said. "Look over there, Jarvis. Is that the ocean?" Jarvis followed the direction of his finger. At the end of the road, there seemed to be a faint shimmer of water. But it was too far away to see clearly. He answered with confidence, "That's not the ocean. This is Derton, deep inland. Even I know that, and I'm a foreigner. Were your geography classes taught by a gym teacher?" Matthew ignored the mockery. He rubbed his eyes and looked again. "No, really," he said. "I think I can even hear waves..."As he spoke, he got out of the car. "Let's go take a look." Jarvis rolled his eyes. "What a waste of time." Still, he followed him. The car was out of gas anyway. They had to get out no matter what. Jarvis needed to see if there was any fuel nearby.