"This is—"
Every Ratfolk in the dungeon stood dumbfounded.
Especially those who had spent several days in the dungeon and watched Meng Chao, covered in wounds, soak in filthy water for days.
They had thought they knew this dying black-haired Ratfolk very well.
Only now did they realize how terribly wrong they had been!
Meng Chao was unwilling to waste even a shred of energy or time on them.
Slowly picking up and eating the Fried Mandala Fruit left behind by the giant Ratfolk, Meng Chao continued planning his next move.
Getting rid of the giant Ratfolk was not a problem.
The problem was that he did not want to appear too high-profile.
After all, a man as outstanding as himself was like a firefly in the night. Even if he revealed only 1% of his brilliance, he might catch the eye of some well-connected military noble and fall into all kinds of trouble.
Meng Chao was confident that he could deal with even the most powerful military nobles.
But he did not have the time.
From fragments of memories from his previous life, Meng Chao knew that the supreme leader of the Turan Civilization presiding over this Era of Glory—the War Chieftain—was still from the Golden Clan.
Therefore, he had no time to stay in Black Horn City and fool around with the ox-headed, horse-faced, boarish brutes of the Bloodhoof Clan.
He had to obtain resources as soon as possible, heal his injuries, acquire a totem, restore his strength, leave Black Horn City, and head to the center of Turanze—the Golden Clan's main city—to find the supreme leader of the Turan Civilization!
In that case, a suitably powerful collaborator, someone with whom he could each take what they needed, became especially important.
"I wonder how Ye Zi is doing