While March 7th was still full of question marks, Stelle's face showed a thoughtful expression. Then, she suddenly set the alarm clock to three in the morning and slipped toward the Train Conductor's office.
Pam froze, thought for a moment, and actually slipped in after her.
"Ah... that works too?"
For a moment, March 7th was left alone, standing there in utter confusion.
She stared blankly at the empty surroundings, left with no choice but to watch the clock hands turn and gaze toward the Train Conductor's room like a lonely old woman.
Who knew how long later, Stelle came out of the office looking thoroughly satisfied. Pam's cheeks were puffed out too, with cream nearly spilling from the corners of its mouth.
"I see."
Damn backroom deal.
How much had they eaten for it to be spilling out like that?
The young girl instantly puffed up her cheeks, clearly furious at the Train Conductor and her friend's shady behavior.
Also, how did Stelle manage to carry around so much food?
She couldn't figure it out no matter how hard she thought, but just then, the sound of the access door being unlocked rang out.
Sister Cecilia and Uncle Yang returned with an enormous supply cart. Along with them came a pink-haired girl with severe dark circles under her eyes and a short employee who looked lifeless, as though she had been dead for a while.
"They're also coming with us to Jarilo. Qingque and Fu Xuan were invited by Jarilo. Mm, Fu Xuan is the Xianzhou's Diviner."
"Ah, they even invited the Xianzhou's Diviner?"
March 7th's whole body jolted at that. Then, as though she had remembered something, she suddenly asked the others.
"By the way, what exactly was our invitation for?"
"Why does this feel like a Martial