A dimly lit inn.
A sliver of morning light filtered through the half-drawn curtains.
When Old White opened his eyes, he found himself covered by a blanket. He shook his groggy head and woke from his sleep.
"You slept like the dead."
Hearing the voice beside him, Old White turned his head and saw Chen Yutong reclining on a sofa not far away.
A blanket covered her knees, her calves curled beneath it, and she was still wearing yesterday's clothes.
It was already October. Temperatures around River Valley Province had begun to drop. By tradition, this year should have been a warm winter, though snow would come by early December at the latest.
Realizing that he had actually made her sleep on the sofa all night, Old White felt rather embarrassed. He cleared his throat and said,
"Sorry, I drank a little too much last night..."
It couldn't be helped. It wasn't just the girl named Lisa—every drinker in the Highway Town inn had been waiting to hear his story.
To make the story sound convincing, and to cover up Pangolin's real identity as a spy, he could only grit his teeth and pin the stories of Edgewater and the other players on Pangolin's head.
Thus, that rookie killer who had slaughtered people at Position G537 became a fierce warrior who had charged in and out of Hill 330 seven times.
If anyone went to the Lion Kingdom hundreds of kilometers away, they would probably hear completely contradictory rumors from the locals, unable to figure out why Pangolin was on The Alliance's side one moment and helping the Legion fight The Alliance the next.
But it didn't matter.
It suited that guy's identity as a double agent perfectly.
In the wasteland, anyone with a mouth could brag. No one had