Little Tyrant Doesn't Want to Meet with a Bad End Chapter 465.2: Doting Has Inertia Too! (2)

Summer arrived late for the eastern border of the Austine Empire, so the region wasn’t as hot as other places. In exchange, the temperature would abruptly plummet when transitioning from evening to night.

At a temporary campsite, four youths sat around a campfire. Upon confirming their dinner, they exchanged glances with one another.

“We’re having fish today?” Roel asked in surprise.

“Yeah! I wanted to switch things up. There was a clear stream nearby, so I figured that the fish there should be not bad,” Selina replied with a happy nod.

Selina’s tail wagged fervently as if a hungry cat. Judging from her Saint Beast Bloodline, it was hardly a surprise that fishes were her favorite food. Unfortunately, this spelled a disaster to the other members of the party.

“I really don’t understand what’s so good about those stinky things. They don’t have any blood, and their texture can’t compare with other meat,” Juliana grumbled in disinterest.

“I don’t mind eating fish, but it’s hard for me to deal with the bones with my limited visibility…” Stuart awkwardly scratched his head as he chirped in.

“You can just chew the bones down,” Selina replied matter-of-factly.

“Normal humans don’t chew down the bones when eating a fish…”

Just like that, the three nobles from Knight Kingdom Pendor began their daily argument over dinner. Roel calmly watched their squabble by the side, having already accustomed himself to this.

A month had passed since they left Saint Freya Academy, and the seasons had moved on from spring to summer. Roel and the others had finally arrived at the border of the Austine Empire, thus kickstarting their investigation of Braytown’s disappearance.

The auxiliary team moved independently of the main team, but the two teams still strictly observed safety precautions and maintained communication with each other. They would exchange information every day, Paul would visit the auxiliary team once a week to catch up on their progress, and the two teams would meet at an agreed location every month.

Unfortunately, there wasn’t any prog

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