The Chef's Birthday

"So what a coincidence. I didn't expect us to be in the same carriage." The Player selling Potions happened to be sitting beside the strikingly beautiful female Player, and he struck up a conversation with a grin.

Before the woman could say anything, another Player, who had a large black mole on his cheek, said, "We're all on the same train. What's so coincidental about that?"

As he spoke, he sat down across from the woman and said warmly, "The dining car has a nice atmosphere. Would you do me the honor of having a meal with me, beautiful?"

The woman smiled politely. "I haven't rested in two days. I'd like to catch up on some sleep."

She lightly touched her face. "Women look especially old when they don't get enough sleep."

The man laughed. "I can't see that at all. Go ahead and get some rest. I'm sure no one will bother you."

He even glanced pointedly at the person beside her.

The Player selling Potions scoffed, but didn't try to talk to the woman again. Instead, he gave up his seat and went to the carriage ahead.

Counting the people who had come out of the Station with Xu Huo and were now in the same carriage, there were seven in total.

The woman, the Player with the severed hand, the smoker, the Potion seller, the Player with the mole, and a Player with a backpack who had just bought a Potion.

Their circumstances were much the same as before they boarded. After the Potion seller left, the backpack Player who had bought the Potion changed seats.

Beside his original seat sat someone wearing a thick raincoat. The broad brim of his hood covered most of his face, leaving only his mouth and chin barely visible. There were