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A small crude cottage made out of spruce wood was built.

In the middle of the cottage was a small fire but it was burning fiercely, giving out sparks from time to time.

Two opened can food were placed over the fire for heating.

After a while, the aroma came with the heated scent, causing Schmidt to swallow his saliva.

Though, the chief officer knew best what he should do at that moment.

Two sticks of bread that were harder than an iron rod was pierced over by a dagger and placed over the fire for heating.

"2567, I never thought you would be able to build a house!"

Schmidt was spinning the bread and looked at Kieran.

Until now, he still had a fresh memory of how Kieran used that frightening greatsword of his to chop down all the big spruce wood around, shaving the unnecessary twigs off and build a small cottage that could shelter them from the wind and provide warmth.