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The Fire and Wine

"I thought we were starting a fire?" Denys asked when he saw her starting to put some wine in her spatial bag.

"I am trying to protect these ones, just use the ones in the barrel to start the fire. We cannot exactly burn everything, right?"

Denys compiled without asking any questions. Although she could still feel his gaze towards her, Rosalind did not mind— she simply did not care. Some of the wines in this large cellar were wines that she never heard of before!

"Where do you want me to put them?"Denys asked.

"In their carriages."

"You wanted to burn their carriage?"

"Yes," Rosalind said. "And the kitchen."

"The kitchen?"

"Where they cook the food."

"I know what a kitchen is," Denys said.

In response, Rosalind glared at him. Should she tell him that she could still remember him trying to kill her the first time they met? No, she did not want to sound petty. She might be a little petty, but she did not want to make it that obvious.

"Burn it."

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