While the meat was being roasted, Irina sized up Muir absently. She suddenly asked, “Has that group of eagle beastmen not left yet? You seem tired to me. Do they frequently seek trouble with you?”

It was just a simple word of concern, yet it made Muir’s heart soar in joy. It felt as though there was a ball of fire burning in his chest, spreading the warmth to his four limbs and bones all over his body.

“No, I try my best to avoid them. I would only occasionally bump into them. I’m among the best in the eagle tribe. It’s not a problem for me to shake them...