"Whew~ It's been so long since I had a bath. Ugh, I was practically filthy."
Wearing a bathrobe, Zhao Lin walked out humming an unfamiliar tune. When she saw Ye Qiyan sitting nearby drinking an iced cola, with all kinds of fried chicken spread out before him, she hurried over.
"Qiyan, when did you get out?"
A fair hand sneaked toward the fried chicken, only for Ye Qiyan to catch it red-handed.
"Want some?"
"N-no, I'm on a diet."
Despite her words, Zhao Lin still couldn't help swallowing as she looked at the clearly freshly cooked fried chicken.
"Suit yourself. But seriously, do you have to be this stingy? Weren't you pretty lucky at the last stop? Didn't you get anything?"
"I did... but Ye the Skinflint took all my Train Coins..."
She said the latter part very quietly, but Ye Qiyan still heard her clearly.
"I only took five in total. You should have at least one left. You think I've never opened a level-three treasure chest?"
Zhao Lin stubbornly insisted she wasn't hungry, but still sneaked a piece.
Clearly, she was actually very hungry. Ye Qiyan simply pretended not to notice. After all, he really had bought a little too much.
They booked two rooms at the hot spring inn.
Lying in bed, he found it hard to fall asleep.
Taking out the Blasphemy Card, Ye Qiyan recalled the voice he had heard in the hot spring.
"What exactly was that thing?"
Come to think of it, whenever he used the Anchor's "Voyage" teleportation ability, he seemed to hear similar voices.
"Should I ask... No, forget it."
Putting away the Blasphemy Card, he took out another card.
The Imperial Sequence Organization's invitation card.
"There probably won't be any problems."
He swept the card through the air.
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