Zhao Xun glanced at Whistle, unsurprised that he knew Carriage One had dedicated meal delivery.
Whistle was an information broker. It was only natural that he knew more than other players.
He motioned for Whistle to sit on the sofa, then sat on the edge of the bed himself.
Whistle sat up straight and looked at Zhao Xun expectantly.
Zhao Xun held out a hand. "That Incense of yours."
Whistle immediately understood and hurriedly took out and lit the special item, Incense.
Only after a thin haze of smoke had spread did Zhao Xun speak. "My current role is..."
He tried phrasing it in different ways, but whenever he attempted to mention anything related to [Deputy Train Conductor], it felt as though his throat had been seized, leaving him unable to make a sound.
Watching Zhao Xun's lips move repeatedly without producing anything useful, Whistle began to grow anxious.
"What's wrong? Has some kind of restriction been placed on you?" He did not think Zhao Xun was deliberately messing with him.
Since Zhao Xun had invited him into his room and seemed to have something important to tell him, he must have intended to tell him the truth.
His inability to speak now definitely was not deliberate. It could only mean he genuinely could not say it.
Zhao Xun frowned slightly. "It seems so."
Then he tried again. "I'm a subordinate of the [Train Conductor]."
That sentence came out easily enough.
Apparently, the role of [Deputy Train Conductor] was even more secretive than that of [Train Conductor]. He could not reveal so much as a word about it to outsiders.
That made sense. When the Train Rules for veteran players had been announced, there had been no mention of a [Deputy Train Conductor]. It was probably treated as a special