Before long, Hei Yu escorted Lu Ran to a room with its own courtyard in the City Lord's Manor. After dropping him off, the Necromancer hurried away, telling him he could find her next door if he needed anything.
"What was with her?"
"Social anxiety?"
Seeing how wary she seemed of him, Lu Ran was speechless. Damn, you should count yourselves lucky I wasn't wary of you when I came to the Undead Faction, and now you're wary of me! Lu Ran shook his head. What kind of world was this?
Actually, there was another reason Lu Ran had dared come to the Undead Faction. In Secret Realms with this sort of faction-versus-faction format, once trial participants chose a faction, they were usually bound to it for the duration of the mission, provided they did not actively court disaster. They would not end up being stabbed to death by their own side.
Infinite City would arrange suitable identities, just as it had made Lu Ran and the others restaurant apprentices before. Besides, in faction-versus-faction missions like these, the trial participants would definitely be strong enough to influence the conflict. In other words, within their respective factions, they would be high-end forces capable of playing crucial roles. Otherwise, the trial would be meaningless. The outcome of faction conflicts was generally decided by the trial participants who entered, not the NPCs.
Therefore, neither the Empire's military nor the Death Church occupying Ming'an City would be too powerful right now. There would be no one the trial participants could not contend with. If Lu Ran had still been a little worried before, his conversation with the missionary Gaoli had put him completely at ease. After all, Gaoli really did not hold a high position. He was just a missionary who could not even