Nothing was found. Elwood’s expression was gloomy. Heshed his whip out <b>again </b><b>and </b>again.


    *Some Cascadian bastards must have snuck into our camp!


    “You!” Elwood pointed at Harvey with his whip. “I thought <b>you </b>said the Cascadians‘ weapons were very primitive? How did they <b>manage </b>to start the fire from the inside?”


    How could Harvey possibly know the answer? He could only specte. “Perhaps they studied abroad in Foplya and became familiar with the weapons over time?”


    “They studied abroad in Foplya?” Elwood pondered for a moment and suddenly looked up. “Other than@@novelbin@@


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