“Alice.”
“Alice?”
Field was right.
Although Alice appeared expressionless on the surface—as if nothing had happened—she was actually in a state of sluggishness.
Her mind was likely blank, and it took several calls before she finally responded.
“Hm? Yes, Field.”
Alice had indeed been tangling with the knot of yarn in her heart.
Being interrupted by Field left her momentarily speechless.
She glanced at Liyakade, who was silently tasting the mushroom soup on the other side, and a feeling she couldn’t quite describe welled up in her chest.
“Is the mushroom soup good? The caravan’s food seems decent.”
“Um, it’s good.”
Field tried to strike up a conversation with Alice, attempting to liven up the atmosphere among the three of them.
However, Alice’s perfunctory and simple answer made it difficult for Field to continue the conversation.
In short, it was still an issue of the atmosphere.
No matter what Field said now, she felt like she was just making idle chatter.
In reality, Alice didn’t think the mushroom soup tasted good at all; she only felt a sense of bitterness in her mouth.
Just as Field was feeling at a loss regarding the two people beside her, a blonde man dressed in somewhat decent clothing suddenly approached from not far away.
This person was Vidal, the one who had caught a glimpse of Liyakade’s face back in the carriage.
He was the one truly plotting against Liyakade’s group.
Earlier, while they were by the campfire, Vidal had been constantly observing them.
It seemed they hadn’t brought many people on this trip.
Counting their butler, there were only four people in total.
There appeared to be no other guards; at least, Vidal had not yet seen any trace of private security.
On the other hand, Vidal had brought quite a few private guards with him.
However, that masked person seemed to have some strength and looked like they might be difficult to deal with.
After observing the number of people in Liyakade’s group, Vidal began to think about his next plan.
Vidal wasn’t afraid of a direct head-on confrontation.
After all, he had brought a large group of guards.
But this was a caravan.
If a fight broke out within the caravan—especially if he was the one to initiate it—he would certainly be stopped by others.
Moreover, he wasn’t clear on the masked person’s actual strength, so a direct confrontation still held some risks.
Therefore, Vidal intended to first try approaching Liyakade and the others.
It would be best if he could gain their trust.
Of course, even if he couldn’t, it didn’t matter.
He could secretly use the powder ground from those exotic plants to drug them, or even burn the powder into smoke to bewilder them.
When that time came, even if they were at a high level, they would find it hard to resist.
After all, the influence of this smoke on humans had little to do with level.
For anyone below Level 60, there was likely no difference at all.
Unless the opponent was from the Demon Race, they would inevitably suffer hallucinations from the mist, which would drastically reduce their combat capability.
They might even become completely obedient to him after a certain period.
Looking at the three people over there, they were clearly just ordinary humans.
Speaking of which, seeing that masked man with a beauty on each side made Vidal incredibly envious.
Vidal couldn’t wait to replace him immediately.
He was already eager to see the sorrowful expression Liyakade had worn in the carriage earlier.
Based on both her figure and her looks, Liyakade was undoubtedly a top-tier prize rarely seen in a hundred years.
The blonde girl next to her wasn’t bad either; she looked quite pure.
But in reality, she must have been completely ‘developed’ by that masked man already.
Vidal had also seen the little drama between Liyakade and the others just now.
He couldn’t tell if the blonde girl and the silver-haired, red-eyed girl were jealous or what, but the whole thing looked strange.
‘Since you are so troubled together, let me satisfy you.’
As Vidal thought this, he walked toward Liyakade and the others.
“Hello, respected lords. May I ask—”
“Get lost.”
Vidal was just about to salute with a smiling face, but before he could even finish a single sentence, he was rudely interrupted by Field.
It was as if a basin of cold water had been splashed over his head, and his smile instantly froze on his face.
Although his status and power didn’t seem as high as the other party’s, he was still a noble from the Royal City.
For the other party to be so arrogant and rude…
that one word, “lost,” felt like a slap to his face, making his skin burn with pain.
Other people in the caravan who were waiting to watch the excitement saw Vidal like this and even began to snicker nearby.
The sound of that laughter felt even more jarring to Vidal.
Having been rebuffed right from the start, Vidal said nothing.
He only turned around with a dark expression, intending to leave.
Vidal’s hatred for the masked person surged instantly.
Not only did he want to replace the masked person, but he also wanted to cut him into a human stump and force him to watch his women being played with.
“Wait a moment. Don’t go yet. I was impulsive just now. Is something the matter?”
Field lowered her voice to make it sound slightly deeper, calling Vidal back.
Field had seen this man when he was walking over.
She was currently trying to find a way to mediate the situation between Liyakade and Alice; she simply didn’t have time to deal with these idle people.
Seeing Vidal trying to strike up a conversation, Field felt a surge of irritation and immediately told him to get lost without a second thought.
However, Field suddenly remembered a method for shifting conflict that she had learned back in the palace.
That was to turn internal contradictions into external ones.
Both Liyakade and Alice were perhaps in a bad mood and weren’t getting along.
Wouldn’t it be better to let someone else come over and let Liyakade and Alice attack this person together?
And now, a character who looked like a jumping clown had just appeared.
It was truly a godsend opportunity.
Thus, Field called Vidal back.
Even if she couldn’t successfully shift the discord between Liyakade and Alice, letting them watch this clown’s performance might at least ease the current awkward atmosphere.
Vidal felt his face twitching.
He didn’t know what this masked person was trying to do, but since he needed to find a way to get close and gain their trust, he quickly managed his expression and turned around with a forced smile.
“Lord, I see your attire is extraordinary. You must be nobles of some region as well. Is your journey also taking you toward the Kingdom Border?”
“Yeah.”
Field responded somewhat coldly and then nodded.
She didn’t say much.
After all, she wanted this jumping clown to perform, not to hold a conversation with him, so being a bit cold didn’t matter.
“My name is Vidal Sleek, the second son of the Sleek Family…”
“Who asked for your name?”
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