“What's the deal with that guy? I see he's been staring in our direction for a while now.” Miley noticed the young boy who had been sneaking a glance in their direction. “Perhaps he saw the vice president's beautiful appearance and fell in love at first sight. Ha-ha-ha.” Walker joked. But before he could continue laughing further, a pair of stinky socks was thrown at his face. “Go wash them for me.” Tyron's eyes were cold as he ordered. “I…” Walker gulped in fear when he saw the look in his eyes. “Yeah.” He immediately took the socks thrown at him and scurried away from the gathering. 'Ptui, Ptui.' Walker slapped his mouth in regret. 'How dare I tease the vice president in front of the boss? What a troubling mouth I have. No, it's clearly looking for death.' He moved farther away from the group. “Ha-ha. That guy.” Jose let out a laugh. “He can't even read the situation before speaking out. One day, that mouth of his might land him in trouble.” “The president is truly merciful by just letting him wash his socks. If it were me, I would have kicked his butt.” Milo and the others also joined in. Soon, the place around the bonfire became lively. However, two certain people didn't seem to be enjoying the lively atmosphere. One was Tyron, who keeps thinking that perhaps the young mercenary might have taken a liking to his fiancée. Hence, he couldn't help feeling upset. The other person was Ian, who indeed knew that the person the young mercenary was staring at was Sylvia, and not Miley. He began to feel irritated and wished he could gouge those eyes of his out. Unknowingly, his body began to resonate with his thoughts. But before he could carry out his plan, his reasoning finally hit him.What am I doing? Ian looked down at the wind that was gathering across his palm. Ryker, who was next to him, noticed his actions. “The wind here tonight is quite strong. So you don't need to use your ability to keep the fire going.” “No, I was just checking something out.” Ian dispersed the wind on his palm and resumed eating. “Oh.” Since the other party had said so, Ryker turned his head and continued his discussion with the others. Sylvia took a look at Ian from the corner of her eye. Why did I detect a murderous aura from him just now? The murderous aura was faint and wouldn't have been picked up by anyone. However, Sylvia, who had been battling zombies all through her previous life, wouldn't mistake the sense of murderous aura. 'He just wanted to kill someone right now.' But was there anything here that could make him act up? The more she thought about it, the more she felt that there was something wrong with Ian. … “Lise.” On Julian's side, a female mercenary walked towards the girl called Lise. “Why are you looking for me?” Lise was ready to go to bed and suddenly wondered why Micaela was calling for her. She could remember that the two weren't that close to each other.“I… Can't I just want to look for you?” Micaela pouted her lips, feeling dissatisfied at Lise's attitude. “Oh.” What's she up to this time? Micaela was only closer to the male members, and Lise didn't think she would approach her without any intention. “Say what you want to say, then. You know that I have to go to bed early.” “I know.” Micaela frowned in displeasure. Lise saw this but decided to ignore it. The latter's word soon came out. “Look over to your right.” Lise did and saw that to her right were the Tyron guild members who were sitting across the bonfire while chatting. “What's there for me to see?” Her gaze appeared confused. “I mean, look at the young guy sitting among them. The one who seems like a teenager. Don't you think he looks like the crown prince?” Ian hadn't been wearing a mask when the group of mercenaries appeared, so it wasn’t unusual that one of them recognized his appearance. Lise's gaze settled on Ian. “He does indeed look like the crown prince, but don't tell me that you think he's the actual one?” She shifted her gaze back at Micaela as she questioned. “Tell me, why would the crown prince leave the lofty palace and come out here in the chaotic wilderness?” Although they were not friends, Lise began to advise. “In this universe, there are millions of people who bear a close resemblance to each other because of the identical genes in their blood. So focus on your job and stop trying to scheme against people.” “Okay, see you tomorrow.” Micaela didn't want to listen to the other party's lecture and immediately bade her farewell.Lise saw that her advice had fallen on deaf ears and readily walked into her tent. Sure enough, Micaela began to make her move as soon as she got to her tent. “Resemblance, my foot. How can anyone in this world bear a close resemblance to the crown prince? And that cold girl seated among them, isn't she the CEO of Creamery Creamer that went viral in the media some days ago?” “If there's such resemblance in this universe, then I might as well say that I resemble the president of the federation. What a joke. I would be a fool not to believe in my hunch.” Micaela began to change out of her combat suit and put on a provocative dress. Even if that person isn't the crown prince, she would just count it as a losing bet. … At the Tyron guild side, it was Sylvia and Ian's turn to take charge of the night. So the two people sat across the bonfire while the rest of the members entered their tents to sleep. Sylvia sat in the silent night, listening to the cackling sound of the woods from the fire. Her head was lowered, the thoughts in her eyes unreadable. Ian also stared at the flame, his mind lost in thought. The two people were lost in thought, as if the silent night was chosen for such a moment. But seconds later, the clacking sounds of shoes disturbed the solitary silence between them. There were metals around the area, so the clacking sound of the heels against them was too loud for anyone to ignore. Sylvia's brow furrowed at the sudden disruption. The combat shoes were made of noise-absorbent materials, so they wouldn't make such noise at night when worn. Sylvia lifted her head and met the approaching figure of a woman dressed in a provocative dress. Half of her bosom was left out in the open. The material of the dress she wore was very transparent, which revealed the fair skin underneath the dress. The black heels she wore perfectly highlighted her slender feet, bringing a sense of seductive feeling to her steps. Unfortunately for the woman, Sylvia was the only one who lifted her head. Ian seemed to be in deep thought, so he didn't hear the surrounding noise. “Hello.” Micaela greeted in a soft voice as she approached. Her eyes sneakily landed on Ian's body. Oh my, he’s definitely the crown prince. The frown on Sylvia's face became deeper when she saw the woman's sneaky action. She looked at the group of tents in the distance and saw that the bonfire was out, with no one outside to watch the night. She felt that it was strange. How can one sleep peacefully under the threat of the beasts? There's undoubtedly a conspiracy going on. If Rhett had heard Sylvia's thought, he would have cried out in grievance. The latter hadn't sent out someone to watch the night because he thought that with the Tyron guild's members around, there was no need for him to worry about danger. So he went inside his tent and slept peacefully. When Sylvia arrived at this conclusion, her gaze became colder. “What are you doing here? Didn't your leader tell you not to trespass this area?” The sudden cold voice awoke Ian from his thoughts. When he saw that Sylvia seemed to be staring at someone, he was about to turn his head sideways. But before he could do so, a sweet scent suddenly assaulted his nostrils. Ian's eyes widened in shock because he hadn't expected the scenario before him. Two soft palms held his face, and in front of him was the full view of Sylvia's face. “I…” Ian gulped hardly, seeing how close they were. If he were to move closer, his nose would be clearly touching her skin. Not knowing what to do, sweat began to appear on his forehead. “I…” “Don't move.” Sylvia held his face tighter. “Wait for me here and don't look back.” She immediately let go and grabbed the woman across her before pulling her away. “You, what are you doing?” Micaela struggled fiercely, but she couldn't free her hand from Sylvia's hold, no matter how much she tried. She could only be pulled by the latter. Ian, who was let go, sat on the ground, dumbstruck. He lifted his hand to his chest and could feel the loud thumping of his heartbeat. “I…” The tip of his ears had already turned red without him knowing when. “What am I going to do?”