Seeing rooftops emerge through the mist, Brando could not help feeling eager. What he wanted most right now was to find somewhere to take a proper bath and wash away the strange smell clinging to these damned clothes. The sulfurous stench permeating the Goathead Cultists' robes was a mark by which they identified one another, but the heavy sweat and some indescribable foul odor mixed into it were entirely unnecessary. Though he had only been in the marsh for a few hours, Brando already felt dizzy.
He had disguised himself as a Goathead Cultist in the game before, but a game was still a game. Although it claimed to be one hundred percent realistic, it seemed there were still plenty of things it had not replicated. That tiny difference alone had nearly brought his formerly innocent self to tears.
There were many inns in town. In the end, Brando chose one called Token's Boots, which did not look particularly well kept. It was not that he could not afford the most luxurious and comfortable inn in town, nor that he did not want to find somewhere even a little clean and comfortable in this damp, chilly place to deal with the mess on his body. In fact, earlier, when Queen Magdal had passed by the cleanest-looking and most comfortable inn in town, the nun princess had almost been unable to keep walking.
His student, Miss Huang Huo, also stared longingly at the luxurious inn across from theirs, looking as though she could hardly bear to leave it. She tried to speak several times, but ultimately restrained herself and said nothing.
Everyone understood that they were supposed to be playing a group of impoverished lower-ranking cultists. In fact, like most evil cult organizations, the lower-ranking Goathead Cultists were mostly penniless. Aside