Chapter 1917

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