Chapter 311

Camelia observed her surroundings vigilantly. "There might be some other dwarves lurking around here, so we'll have to be on our toes. Ryan, was the dwarf you saw alone?" "Yes, I'm sure of it!" Ryan said as he envied her ability to remain calm even in these circumstances. "Now, how should we deal with him?" Camelia asked with concern. Instead of heading down the pit to pick up the sweet potatoes, Ryan reached into the dwarf's basket for one. Unfortunately, the dwarf hugged onto his basketful of sweet potatoes and refused to let up. It was as if he would rather give up his life than his sweet potatoes. Facing such resilience, Ryan couldn't help but laugh—there was a stark contrast between the dwarf's hefty resilience and his tiny stature. Of course, such resilience only came about because the dwarf's survival was guaranteed solely by his basketful of sweet potatoes. If the dwarf failed to protect them, he would eventually starve to death. In the end, Ryan took a piece of jerky