"I've never been through anything quite like this before. It feels different this time," Garrett admitted, taking the teasing in stride. After having been through life-and-death situations together, there was nothing they couldn't talk about."Ms. Linsor is truly unique. Although I haven't seen her in person, the vibe she gives off suggests she's an extraordinary beauty," the bald, burly man said excitedly."Dozer, Captain has his eye on Ms. Linsor. Don't even think about going down any inappropriate rabbit holes, okay?" the short-haired girl cautioned."Oh, come on, I was just throwing it out there casually. I wouldn't dream of competing with the captain for a woman." Dozer chuckled sheepishly.She gave Garrett confidence and said, "Captain, finding someone who really gets to you doesn't happen daily. Don't overthink it, and just go for it. Your charm is bound to do the trick!" "I'm afraid it could be too late." Garrett sighed, shaking his head. He added, "Ms. Linsor has her o
In the inn, Dustin changed into clean clothes and sneezed. "I wonder who's talking about me," he mumbled, rubbing his nose.Then, he left the room and headed to the dining hall. The dining area, originally a school cafeteria, was quite spacious. It covered around 600 to 700 square feet and easily fit over a hundred people."Over here."Grace waved at him as he walked in. He made his way over, noticing a table adorned with more than a dozen mouth-watering dishes."Our chef whipped up these dishes, so feel free to dig. They're not just tasty but also safe," she assured."You're playing it safe and all." Dustin chuckled, sliding into a seat before diving into the food without a second thought."It's always a good call to be careful when you're out and about, especially in the outskirts of the Deadlands. You never know what kind of dangers lurk around, and a single misstep could be fatal," Grace explained as she enjoyed her meal.Suddenly, a group of young men and women dressed in g
Dustin and Grace were just watching the scene unfold when, suddenly, the ponytailed girl turned her focus on them. It took them a moment to shake off the surprise."Exactly! Just look at their dishes. Each is a culinary masterpiece. Compare that to what we've got on our table—it's just garbage!""I don't care! Swap our food right now, or we'll cause a scene!" the group shouted. In the middle of their protest, they angrily tossed the food from their table onto the floor, making a mess."I'm afraid our small establishment has a few constraints when it comes to swapping these exquisite dishes," the waiter explained, wearing a regretful and apologetic expression."You can't swap them? Are you suggesting that we can't afford it?" Bran frowned."Damn! Are you seriously discriminating against us? Do you even know who we are?" the ponytailed girl shouted. "We are disciples of the renowned Frostwing Sect. If you piss us off, we might just have to give your inn a bit of a makeover, you kn
After Dustin's taunts, the ponytailed girl grew even more infuriated. "This is ridiculous!" she exclaimed.Despite the obvious difference in their physical abilities, she tapped into her internal energy and advanced with renewed determination. However, her efforts proved futile as her sword became entangled in his grip as if he had a vice-like hold on the blade."You're really overestimating yourself." Dustin chuckled, tightening his fingers around the sword.With a distinct snap, her sword broke, sending her stumbling back a few feet. Upon hitting the ground, she winced in pain, her face contorting with discomfort as a wave of dizziness swept over her."Bran! He bullied me!" Feeling helpless, the ponytailed girl turned swiftly to those nearby for assistance."How dare you lay your hands on my junior? Are you asking for trouble?" Bran snapped. He unsheathed his sword, intending to teach Dustin a lesson."Stop!" A commanding voice echoed at the entrance. The man in red strol
Despite Bran's intense glare, Dustin nonchalantly shrugged it off. He knew he could have easily emerged victorious in their fight without any intervention.After handling a couple of minor disturbances, Aidan resumed his meal. Jackson, accompanied by the disciples of the Embersteel Order, chose to keep a low profile and settled into nearby seats.Grace stood up and approached Jackson's table. "Hello, everyone. Thank you for your timely assistance," she expressed her gratitude.Jackson dismissed it coolly, saying, "Just helping out, no biggie." He added, "I've always had a thing against those who prey on the weaker ones. Our sect consistently stands against injustice.""The Embersteel Order truly lives up to its reputation as a haven for true heroes," Grace remarked admiringly."Why not join us at the table for a few drinks?" she asked, warmly inviting them. "I've got a couple of bottles of premium wine in my collection."At the mention of premium wine, Jackson's eyes widened
Grace raised her glass and smiled. "Cheers, everyone! No need for formality. Dig in and enjoy yourselves."Seeing the tempting array of dishes, the disciples of the Embersteel Order eagerly indulged, savoring each bite without hesitation. As rounds of wine flowed, their camaraderie began to flourish. "Ms. Linsor, Dustin, judging by your appearances, you're not locals. Are you also on the hunt for the treasure?" Jackson subtly asked."Yes, we heard of treasures in the Deadlands, so we assembled a team for the challenge and to gain some experience," she replied candidly.It was universally understood that anyone braving the dangerous Deadlands was on a quest for its hidden treasures. Considering the treacherous nature of the terrain, the idea of visiting for leisure was entirely dismissed."Ms. Linsor, pardon my directness, but venturing into the Deadlands carries significant risks," Jackson cautioned, eyeing them both.He added, "A single misstep could prove fatal, and it seems n
"What? Someone actually made it out?" Grace perked up immediately, firing off questions. "Who is it? Where can we find this person?"The mysterious oasis was a labyrinth of unknowns, and anyone managing to navigate their way out likely possessed valuable insights. Hence, getting hold of such information wouldn't just reduce risks but also boost the chances of a successful treasure hunt.Garrett replied, "The person in question is Ryan Gale, a member of the Arcane Path Guild. He is known for his expertise in escape techniques."He continued, "His disappearance raised concerns three days ago when he ventured into the oasis and went completely off the radar. "Unexpectedly, he has now reappeared in Dusthaven Village with severe injuries. The village chief is taking care of him right now.""Ryan Gale from the Arcane Path Guild?" Jackson arched an eyebrow. "I've heard of him. He holds quite a reputation in the martial world and has attained an advanced stage of divinity—an undeniable p
"Of course! That's a blue jadeite, and it's also an antique that's worth a fortune!" Garrett snapped. "Worth a fortune? What a treasure!" The middle-aged man's face lit up with joy as he carefully put away the pendant. "We left in a hurry, so I didn't manage to bring anything else with me. The pendant is valuable, so I hope you'll like it," Grace said with a slight smile."Miss, considering your sincerity, I'll pass on the message. But whether Mr. Zaeske decides to see you is beyond my control," the middle-aged man said cautiously."Thank you." Grace nodded slightly."Alright, please wait a moment," the middle-aged man said and entered the courtyard.After three minutes, he reappeared with a smile on his face. "Miss, Mr. Zaeske has agreed to see you. However, for safety reasons, you can only bring one person with you.""Garrett, please keep watch here. I'll be going in with Dustin," Grace instructed. She then headed inside with Dustin. …Ryan lay unconscious inside a bedroo