The three players practically hugged the barbed-wire boundary as they hurried back to the stronghold.
By the time they returned to the southern stronghold, the chaos had already subsided. The scavengers had reverted to their frightened, trembling state, as if a new leader capable of controlling the situation had appeared among them and once again suppressed everyone through sheer force.
However, things were not that simple. When the three players returned to the small house representing the southern stronghold's center of power, they saw an iron-tower-like giant, nearly half again as large as Wells, smashing the furniture inside and roaring furiously:
"Who killed my lover? Tell me! Where did those outsiders come from? Where did they go?"
"..."
The three exchanged bewildered glances. For the first time, they felt that the word "lover" was incredibly abstract.
Who was this?
Could he be Yenoli, the person in charge of the eastern district?
Everyone blinked in confusion. It was not because this emotion that had erupted in the Ice Abyss was too absurd—they had seen even more absurd things before. They had simply been stunned by his appearance and found it difficult to imagine what exactly Plott had meant when he said that he and Wells had once "rolled together."
Just as the three were distracted, the scavenger whom Yenoli had lifted up suddenly caught sight of Cheng Shi from the corner of his eye. His spirits immediately soared, as if he had grasped a lifeline, and he pointed outside and shouted:
"It's them! They're the ones who killed Lord Wells!"
The scavenger naturally knew that these people had not killed his boss, but compared to his own life, making a few strangers take the blame was an incredibly worthwhile deal.
Of course, Yenoli was not truly mourning Wells's death, either. Losing