The black robes probably assumed they were dead after jumping from the cliff. This man was too dangerous. Even if they were on the same side, it would be like playing with fire to work with him.
Even though he didn’t harm her yet, it was definitely not out of the goodness of his heart for the likes of him, it has to be for some reason.
Except that she was aware of this reason yet.
Adding more wood to the fire, Norman’s smirk widened but the cool smile didn’t reach his eyes, “Thanks for the compliment.”
Mary startled, opened her mouth to speak but hesitated.
The flame reflected the sheen of gold on Norman’s white robes; his cool eyes had a rare hint of warmth in them.
But it disappeared quickly like it never existed.
With his lips slightly curling and the flames dancing in his orbs, there was a godly demeanor around him, making Mary feel calm about the unknown future that lay ahead of them.
“Do you know how to get back up?” After hesitating for a really long time, Mary voiced her concerns.
Norman’s eyes were unreadable like the forest in the night. Looking at the roaring flames, his voice was like spring, “We will cross the bridge when we come to it, no need to feel anxious Miss Debeur.”
She could never be this calm like him; it was like nothing was important to him.
Adding another log to the flame, Mary scowled as she stared at Norman, feeling a little disappointed seeing him unaffected.
He seemed so confident back then when he jumped that she thought he had a back-up plan. Now, it seemed like there was no way out of here.
Mary sighed slightly, closed her eyes to feel the warmth of the flame on her face, her thoughts were in turbulence.
If this was like the past harmless encounters, she would not be anxious at all. She had disappeared from the Mansion for a whole day now, if she wasn’t back tomorrow, she didn’t know what would happen.
As an unmarried maiden, her reputation would be ruined if she stayed out overnight.
Naturally, everything would be different once she got back tomorrow.
Looking at Mary’s worried face, Norman curled his lips slightly, lowered his head, and narrowed his eyes slightly.
“Grrrrrgh!”
Mary’s stomach growled suddenly, the hunger in her stomach growing more prominent. Frowning slightly, she recalled that she hadn’t eaten anything for a whole day. The violent fighting she went through had drained her energy completely.
“Have you got anything to eat?” Mary’s voice was affirmative. She knew this man was well prepared.
She didn’t bother with the formalities, because she knew formality didn’t work with him.
Norman chuckled and took out two breads of barley, handing one of them to Mary, “Eat some of this to line your stomach first.”
Mary took the piece of barley and took a bite. As soon as she bit the hard bread a moldy smell invaded her mouth, nearly breaking her teeth. Mary spitted the bread out and threw it away.
“This tastes so bad.” Mary frowned and swallowed her saliva.
This was worse than grass roots.
She wasn’t aware of the darkening gaze of Norman.
He smiled and curled his lips slightly, “This was my leftover from last time, I must have forgotten.”
Mary’s eyes suddenly lit up, the coldness in her eyes ebbing away. Lowering her eyes she said, “There’s a rabbit behind you.”
Picking up a small pebble, Norman threw it over his shoulder. He curled his lips when he heard the whimper of a small animal.
Mary stood up and walked forward, picking up a small rabbit by its ears from the grass and walked over towards the lake.
Taking a sharp stone, she gutted the rabbit, staining the lake with blood. But the dirty stains quickly faded away in the lake.
Norman’s eyes slightly widened, he was shocked seeing her gutting the rabbit with such a swift movement. it was almost as if she was not an aristocratic lady.
Mary carried the rabbit bake to the fire and stringed it on a stick. Putting the stick over the flames, she sprinkled some small herbs as she rotated it.
It was not long before a mouthwatering smell began to waft. It was a strange yet delicious smell.
The rabbit began to turn brown and crispy, with small crusts forming on the skin.
“What is that?” Norman’s eyes fell on the cumin, confusion forming in his dark eyes.
Mary turned the rabbit over and said calmly, “It’s a kind of seasoning.” It was the so-called cumin in modern times.
She loved this kind of seasoning when she was back in her time, and she read about it in books as well.