‘Crack, crack.’ The sound of burning wood crackled across the huge square. Sylvia and the rest were seated on a woven mat, which was a distance away from the fireplace. The men who had previously been around them had already returned to their duties, looking busy. However, Sylvia could detect the occasional sneaky glances cast in their direction. She couldn't help but wonder what Letitia was planning to do. Talking of the devil, Letitia’s figure appeared from the corner, holding two bottles of wine in her hands. “Sorry for the wait.” She apologized as she put down the two bottles onto the wooden table. “I've kept this precious wine of mine in the cellar for many years while waiting for the perfect moment to drink it. Now that we have you people here, I think it's time for it to be put to use.” She sat down and signaled to one of the men, who then rushed over. “Go bring me twelve cups.” “Yes, leader.” The man bowed and left. Letitia shifted her head and looked at Tyron, who was seated at the center. “What do you think of my place?” “It is peaceful and beautiful,” Tyron responded in a polite tone. But the cautiousness in his eyes didn't diminish a bit. “If it's as you say, then why do you and your members seem to be on guard against me? Am I that scary?” Letitia waited for Tyron's reply. Unfortunately, it was Miley who answered her question. “No. But as mercenaries, we've been trained to guard against strangers, most especially strangers you meet in the wilds. I hope Miss Letitia wouldn't be offended by our actions.”“Hmm.” Letitia turned to Miley, meeting the latter's cold look. Unseen sparks seem to emerge from their eyes, as if waiting for a battle to erupt. “You are right.” Letitia pulled her gaze away and smiled. “The human mind indeed is the most cunning thing to guard against.” As she finished her sentence, the man whom she had sent out on an errand came back and placed the twelve wooden cups onto the table. He then bowed to Letitia before leaving to whatever he was doing. “You people haven't introduced yourself to me yet. What are your names?” Letitia pulled open the caps of the bottle before her, and soon, the fragrant smell of wine spread across the table. She pours out the wine into the cups while listening to Tyron's introduction. “My name is Tyron. I'm the guild leader of the Tyron guild. Beside me is my fiancée, Miley. She's the guild vice president. Next to me is…” Tyron didn't bother hiding any info since this was something that could be found out at the mercenary hall. However, when it got to Ian, he intentionally skipped him and moved over to Sylvia. “And this is Sylvia, the last member of our guild.” Letitia noticed Tyron's actions but didn't say anything about it. Instead, her gaze shifted to Sylvia, who was lastly introduced. “Sylvia? A nice name.” “Thank you.” Sylvia's expression was calm as she responded. It was this calm gaze that made Letitia's heart unsettled. Although she didn't know why, she felt a sense of danger when she saw the look in Sylvia's eyes. Almost like a beast watching its prey performing a show in front of it. Letitia instantly felt irritated at the thought of that, and her gaze towards Sylvia turned unpleasant. “Why don't you join me in a drink, Ms. Sylvia?” A playful smile appeared on her lips as she said. Ian, who was next to Sylvia, frowned when he heard Letitia's words. He was about to speak out when the person next to him suddenly nodded. “Sure.” “You…” Ian turned to Sylvia with disbelief in his eyes. “What are you doing, Sylvia?” Even Miley had a look of shock on her face. She didn't expect Sylvia to accept the offer. One should know that every one of them was on guard against Letitia, this strange woman. Accepting her offer for a drink is like a beast jumping into the hunter's trap. “It's just a drink,” Sylvia responded. “Besides, I don't think Miss Letitia would go as far as poisoning her bottle of precious wine. If she wanted us dead, why would she save us from the assault of the red crabs in the beginning?” Although what Sylvia said makes some sense, that doesn't change Miley's opinion towards her actions. Of course, Sylvia didn't utter those words for Miley to hear, but instead, they were meant for a certain person. And indeed, the moment Letitia heard Sylvia's words, she burst into laughter. The previous cautiousness she felt about Sylvia soon faded away. “You are such an interesting fellow, Ms. Sylvia. Come on, let's drink.” She picked up a cup and raised it in the air. “Sure.” Sylvia reached for a cup and lifted it. When Miley saw what was happening, she was about to slap the cup away from Sylvia's hand. Unfortunately, Tyron, who saw her movement, suddenly held her back. “What the hell are you doing?” She shouted out at Tyron, not minding that Letitia was at the table with them. “Don't rush yet. You should know Sylvia isn't the type to act recklessly. So, trust her.” Tyron persuaded. Miley knew that what Tyron said was right, but she felt that Sylvia's current action was tantamount to committing suicide. Sylvia, who was at the center of attention, lifted the cup to her lips and drank the fragrant wine. The moment the wine entered her mouth, she felt a massive burst of energy spread through her body. Although the intensity of the energy wasn't high enough to cause a breakthrough, her body felt refreshed and energized. “Good wine.” Sylvia praised truthfully. “Glad you like it.” Letitia poured out more wine into Sylvia's empty cup, and the two began to drink. After a while, Sylvia broke the silence between them. “Previously, you said that it had been a long time since you people encountered some humans who ventured here. Does that mean there is a way to get out of this place?” Her brow rose in question. Letitia's hand, which was bringing the wooden cup to her lip, suddenly paused in midair. Her eyes moved to the side and met Sylvia’s probing gaze. “How could there be a way to get out of this island?” She resumed her movement and drank the cup of wine before continuing, “If there was, then why would I be stuck in this place?” “So, what happened to the people you’ve encountered?” “Dead,” Letitia responded, drinking up the untouched wine on the table. “You people must be hungry after the walk. Why don't we eat something?” Clapping her hands, three men came over and cleared off the cups and bottles on the table. After that, another two men came, one holding a plate and the other a basket in his hands. Inside the plate was hot steamed fish, and the basket was filled with different kinds of fruits. The moment they were placed onto the table, Sylvia received Susu’s warning. When she heard his words, a smile spread across her lips. Looks like someone can’t hold back anymore. The feast game is finally starting.