Rotten Persimmon took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.
Remembering something, he opened his panel again and carefully looked through the previous notification logs.
Soon, his pupils contracted.
The latest notification read-
[You were killed in your sleep by the bard Alexis!]
Chapter 168: Babu, god of war (two chapters in one)
Amber City.
The train station.
Gan Ziwen and Honey-Trap Fool emerged from the train station entrance, looked at the bustling crowd, and let out long breaths.
"Finally here."
Gan Ziwen spoke.
"Yeah, this game is way too realistic. We spent nine days on that train... Haha, good thing we could skip time by sleeping, or we'd have been bored to death."
Honey-Trap Fool laughed.
"It really is realistic. The stench on that train nearly killed me... After so long without a bath, all the other passengers reeked, and we turned into 'walking piles of shit' too."
Gan Ziwen tugged at his clothes in disgust, looking helpless.
"Come on, let's find an inn and wash up first. I really can't take this anymore."
"Good idea."
Honey-Trap Fool followed Gan Ziwen away, and the two slowly headed down the main road.
But neither noticed another group of players emerging from the entrance a short distance behind them and to the side.
It was Rotten Persimmon and his group.
Most of them looked grim. No one spoke as they silently followed Rotten Persimmon, who led them straight out of the train station.
"We'll head to the Inner District first... The Red Apple Church's cathedral is there. If you want to join the church too, you can try the method I mentioned while we're there."
Rotten Persimmon finished speaking in a low voice and sighed inwardly.
These past few days on the train could be called another