Three hundred years ago, a hunter.
No, a Train Conductor, rather.
Had that Train Conductor left this box behind?
But according to the system's scan, this really was a level 5 treasure chest.
A treasure chest left behind by a Train Conductor? Why would anyone be so kind?
There was something else he had been wondering about ever since he first heard that a Train Conductor had arrived at this platform three hundred years ago.
Three hundred years. According to Shaya, a new batch of survivors appeared every three years. Didn't that mean this train survival game had seen at least a hundred batches of survivors?
No, that probably wasn't right. Shaya had said that she rarely saw Train Conductors from batches before hers. Unless she was lying, with her train at over level fifty, that woman would know more about Train Conductors from earlier batches than a rookie like him, who hadn't even made it through his first ten stations.
He couldn't figure it out.
Ye Qiyan quietly set the matter aside.
Then he wouldn't think about it.
"I came through this village to find this wooden box. Don't go thinking there's anything precious inside. This was what drew those vampires here. Now that I'm taking it away, this village will be completely safe."
He was perfectly capable of making things up on the spot. Aotantli believed his story without the slightest suspicion.
"Thank you! Great hunter, sir! On behalf of everyone in the village, thank you for your help!"
Aotantli bowed deeply to Ye Qiyan. Watching his back as he was about to leave the village, he hesitated for a long time before suddenly shouting:
"Hunter, sir!"
Ye Qiyan, who was about to return to his train and open the treasure chest, stopped and turned around in puzzlement.