Brian Cooper glanced again at Samuel Harris, “Samuel, why don’t you just fart already? I haven’t even…”

Before he could finish, there was a sudden ‘pfft’ sound. Everyone froze, then immediately jumped to their feet.

Samuel Harris still looked depressed, but everyone else seemed even more down, as a strange smell wafted over.

“Good boy, you really did fart.” Only then did Brian Cooper realize what had happened.

Everyone scattered like startled birds and beasts. Brian Cooper took a couple of steps away, then grabbed Rusty by the arm. “Rusty, if you met a woman here, as beautiful as a fairy, what would be the first thing you’d say?”

Rusty yawned. “It’s late. Let’s sleep.”

Brian Cooper hadn’t expected Rusty to be even more lecherous than himself. He could only let go with a wry smile, muttering, “True, even immortals need to sleep.”

No woman appeared. Brian Cooper clung to his last straw. “Mother’s milk, will it rain tonight?”

Adam Carter actually looked over at Charles Walker as well, his eyes also asking the question. Although they were all bandits, each had their own special skill. Charles Walker’s archery was average, his martial arts so-so, but his greatest talent was reading the weather—he was even more accurate than the modern weather forecasts in Adam Carter’s own time. Later, Adam Carter found out that his ancestors had all been farmers, and couldn’t help but feel a bit ashamed.

Charles Walker frowned. “Brian Cooper, could you please call me Little Charles or Charles Walker from now on?”

“All right, got it, mother’s milk.” Brian Cooper replied.

Charles Walker looked like he wanted to wrap Brian Cooper in mud like a wild chicken and bury him underground. He glanced at Adam Carter, then turned to look at the sky.

After only a moment, Charles Walker said crisply, “Clear skies.”

Everyone relaxed, not bothering to find a sheltered corner. They just threw down some weeds by the lake and lay down. Exhausted, they soon fell into a deep sleep.

But Adam Carter lay awake, gazing up at the starry sky, listening to the rumbling of the water nearby. His mind was restless, unable to sleep. The night sky at this moment was not much different from a thousand years later, yet also very different.

At the very least, the sky now seemed clearer and purer, but also more unfathomable. Grace Miller should be fine alone in the stronghold. Ever since she started shouting, the people there had become much friendlier to her. Peter Carter never said anything, but the smile on his lips never faded.

But what about himself? Adam Carter gave a bitter smile, then thought: never mind anything else, just the horses here are far superior to those a thousand years later. He’d spent years searching for the legendary blood-sweating horse—maybe he could finally find one here?

Just thinking about reaching the grasslands, searching for the white-hoofed Wus and the purple Saluzi horses he’d only read about in books, Adam Carter felt a surge of excitement.

Tossing and turning, listening to the roar of the water, he finally drifted off as dawn broke. When sunlight touched his face, he was suddenly awakened by Brian Cooper’s loud shouting. “Adam, get up!”

“What is it?” Adam Carter sat up, rubbing his eyes.

“They’re making a bet over there,” Brian Cooper said excitedly.

“Who’s betting? What’s the bet?” Adam Carter was taken aback.

“They’re betting there’s an antelope growing out of the cliff!” Brian Cooper shouted.

Adam Carter was stunned. “From a botanical perspective, that’s not possible.”

“From a zoological perspective, it’s not possible either!” Brian Cooper was clearly used to Adam Carter’s quirky way of speaking, and had some idea what botany was. “They’re arguing like crazy. Go talk some sense into them.”

“Why don’t you do it?” Adam Carter grumbled as he got up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

“Why would I?” Brian Cooper said with a sly grin. “Even though, from whatever perspective, antelopes should be on hillsides, not growing out of cliffs, I trust Samuel’s hearing. So I bet two strings of coins on Samuel Harris to win.”

Seeing Adam Carter staring at him in disbelief, Brian Cooper chuckled, “Young master, am I shameless or what?”

“You’re not just shameless,” Adam Carter added, “you’re extremely shameless!”

As Adam Carter walked around the lake toward the cliff, he realized the morning scenery in the valley was even more breathtaking.

Especially the waterfall, thundering down in a spectacular display.

At dusk the night before, it had looked beautiful, but nothing compared to the unique, thrilling sight it was this morning.

But he had no time to admire the view. When he reached Samuel Harris and Frank Reed, he saw Frank Reed’s face was red and his neck thick, looking even fatter than usual, while Samuel Harris’s face was just gloomy, with no other expression.

Arrow and Rusty were watching the show with great amusement. When Charles Walker saw Adam Carter approaching, he called out, “The young master is here! Now we’ll have a verdict.”

Seeing Charles Walker’s excitement, Adam Carter couldn’t help but ask, “You bet too?”

“Yeah, I bet two strings of coins on Frank Reed to win. Young master, tell me, how could a sheep grow out of a cliff? Isn’t that as ridiculous as a fish growing on a tree?”

“Don’t be so sure. I’ve actually seen a fish grow on a tree,” Brian Cooper chimed in.

Charles Walker’s neck instantly thickened. “Brian Cooper, don’t try to fool me! My family’s been farming for generations, and we’ve never seen a fish grow on a tree!”