Irina picked up a clean willow branch and smiled at Damien with her brow raised. “I naturally have my use for it. Come and give me a hand.”

She placed the willow branch into the trough, then asked the dazed Damien to place the round stone onto it.

The heavy stone instantly flattened the firewood and a green-colored oil was forced out of it, wetting wood trough.

Damien widened his leopard eyes.

Irina was overjoyed. “Ah! I’ve succeeded!”

She had come up with this idea by referencing a sugarcane juice machine. Before she completed it, she couldn’t be certain it would work either. After all, the sugar cane had much...