Based on the current situation, Ye Chen began a simple round of questions and answers with Daigman.
"Mr. Daigman, how long have I been staying at your house in total?"
"You were unconscious for three days and two nights altogether. Including today, this is the fourth day."
"Have you truly never heard of organizations like the Hunter Corps or the Church?"
"No, young man. I really don't know anything about the things you're talking about."
"And you know absolutely nothing about the world outside Sin City?"
"That's right. Our city has always followed a tradition of self-sufficiency. You could say it's completely sealed off from the outside world."
"No one has ever tried to travel far away and explore?"
"No, never. The mountains and forests surrounding Sin City are simply too tangled and labyrinthine. Even if someone went, they would only get lost inside, then somehow muddle their way back to Sin City's gates."
"Then no matter what, your city must have some ruler in charge, right?"
"Mm, that's true. It's our mayor."
"What is the mayor's name?"
"I don't know. Lowly commoners like us aren't qualified to ask about such things. I've never heard anyone mention it either—I don't even know what that mayor looks like."
Hearing this, Ye Chen's brows involuntarily knit together. He then questioned Daigman again:
"Then, Mr. Daigman, have you ever heard of..."
"The title of Butcher Hunter?"
"Or the name Jietisikoki?"
Daigman's expression froze instantly at those words.
However, after several seconds of silence, confusion once again filled his eyes, and he gave Ye Chen a negative answer.
"No, I'm sorry, but I've never heard of those either. Still, the mayor has surely seen more of the world than poor people like us. Perhaps he might be able to help you."
That was