Ye Qiyan narrowed his eyes slightly, sat beside Donald, opened a bottle of beer, and handed it to him. With a curious look, he asked with a smile:
"What's this RNU Company you're talking about?"
At those words, Donald and the others gave him puzzled looks.
Donald scratched his head.
"Brother Ye Qiyan, you've got me stumped. You own a train. How could you not know about the RUN Company?"
"I didn't buy this train."
"...I see."
Donald shook his head with a wry smile.
"I was wondering how someone so young could scrape together enough coins to buy a train. And you don't look like an adventurer either. Ah, nobles really do have it good. You get what we want without having to fight for your lives out there."
"Anyway, you said earlier that your target was the Goblin General. Are you hoping to kill that monster and make a name for yourself?"
Donald had already imagined a whole story in which Ye Qiyan was the son of some royal or noble family, driving a train his family had provided to seek adventure on the frontier.
Ye Qiyan feigned an embarrassed smile, making Donald even more certain of his idea, then put on a curious expression and continued asking:
"So, what is the RUN Company? And what are these coins? What do they have to do with trains?"
Donald took a sip of beer and leaned against his enormous cross. He pulled a cloth pouch from inside his clothes and took out something Ye Qiyan knew very well.
A Train Coin.
"The RUN Company suddenly appeared on the continent more than two hundred years ago. Those people called couriers brought all sorts of wondrous things. The nations on the continent wanted to buy them, but were told that only