Following behind Mufasa, Simba and the others felt as if their eyes weren't enough to take everything in as they walked along the wide and bright streets.
The youth had once gone to the eastern business district of Lancaster to earn some money, but not even the bustling business district could compare to the clean and beautiful streets of this town.
In fact, the streets of the eastern district of Lancaster should still be piled with messy snow, but that was not the case in this town. There was not a single snowflake on the main road, and if not for the piles of snow on the roofs on both sides of the road, Simba would have thought that they had been teleported to the southern continent where it was said to be warm even in winter.
Moreover, although there weren't many citizens in the town, there wasn't a hint of the bleakness that winter should have — most shops were open for business.
Even if they didn't join the Church of Games, Simba believed that they could survive by working for money.
After Mufasa cut down the young noble, he extended an invitation to Simba and the others again, and they didn't refuse this time.
Leaving aside the fact that they could no longer survive in Lancaster after a noble died in their abandoned house, it was only natural that they would be curious about the mysterious church Mufasa spoke of after witnessing Mufasa's power.
Since Simba and the others weren't Players and couldn't use the Lifestone at the Lancaster Hideout to teleport, Mufasa had even bought a teleportation permit from Vanke.
Mufasa did not bring them to worship the statue directly, and instead brought them to the System's Dining Hall for a good meal. After all, the broth he cooked before had been spilled in the fight, and the three little fellows were still starving.
For Mufasa, the food in the System Dining Hall was just as it always was.
It wasn't bad, but it wasn't that good either. After all, the Players were no longer the impoverished and powerless refugees they once were.
If the teleportation permit didn't cost him what little savings he had, he would definitely head to the Iron Cauldron Tavern since the grilled meat there was much better.
But for the three children who were starving and had not eaten a normal meal for several days, it could already be considered a delicacy in the world.
The toast was golden and crispy. If one smelled it carefully, they could even smell the fragrance of butter and cheese. The taste was even more unique. The edges of the toast were crispy and delicious, while the inside was sweet and soft. The satisfaction brought by the butter and cheese was an unprecedented experience.
It was so much better than the hard, dry, fermented black bread sold in Lancaster Bakery that had a weird sour taste, along with bits of grass and chaff.
The latter was no different from leather if it wasn't soaked in hot water and softened.
Apart from the bread, there was also a small plate of jam and a steaming bowl of meat soup for everyone.
Simba didn't know what fruit the jam was made from, but it was sweet and sour. When it was smeared on the crispy bread, it was enough to make people swallow their tongues. Simba hadn't eaten anything so delicious since his parents passed away.
It was even worse for Zazu and Nana who had been orphans since they were young. They could not even be bothered to speak, and were simply stuffing bread that had been smeared with jam into their mouths as if they were going to die from overeating.
Still, the children's throats were only so big, and they would definitely choke if they stuffed too much bread.
Fortunately, there was still the fragrant broth with oil floating on it. He picked it up and took a big gulp. The soft bread became even softer after absorbing the broth, and he could easily swallow it. What followed was the rich freshness and warmth of the broth. He felt as if his limbs and bones were filled with strength.
"This is so good. What if I don't get to eat something this good in the future?" Zazu stared longingly at the wooden tray in front of him after he finished his portion and licked the wooden bowl clean, as if considering if he should chew and swallow the tray as well.
Compared to him, his younger sister Nana was much cuter after she was full. The girl held the wooden bowl and burped softly, a warm and satisfied look on her face.
After the meal, Mufasa brought the three of them to the hot spring.
Recently, the Players had been working too hard and were mentally fatigued for a period of time, unable to lift their spirits in anything.
That was until someone realized that bathing in the hot spring could greatly relieve that fatigue. Hence, the hot spring, which had been favored by the males because of its female Players but abandoned by most male toys after they realized that they couldn't peek at it, became a favorite of the Players once again. Many felt as if their day had never ended unless they soaked in it once.
But since it was still early, there were not many people in the hot spring.
After leaving Nana to a female Player to take care of her, Mufasa met Simba and Zazu in the men's bathroom.
The hot spring water would not have much effect on children in the first place, but both Simba and Zazu had to do heavy labor and were often bullied and beaten up by other wanderers. With many hidden injuries on their bodies, the effects of the hot spring water took effect at once when they entered the pool, making them feel a numbing itch from the seams of their bones and could not help moaning.
"Mufasa, you must be one of the most powerful champions in this church, right?"
Zazu could not help asking even as he enjoyed the slightly scalding hot spring water.
Simba recalled Mufasa's clean and efficient fighting style as well, and felt that Mufasa must be an incredible champion if he could so easily defeat the city magistrate.
After all, the city magistrate was the most powerful person they could come into contact with in the hearts of the children.
Mufasa then recalled his accumulated points in the Fishmen Island event that had just ended, and realized that he was around seventy — he did not even get the dolphin head that he was so fond of.
Even for K, he could not beat any of the parties that held the title of Seven Seas Explorer, save for Terrosche and Silva who were there to make up the numbers. After all, most of the Players had AoE skills and it was too troublesome to parry and counter. Moreover, unlike normal people who knew nothing about Kengyoku, the Players generally knew what kind of character Kengyoku was and would never engage him in melee combat, which was very difficult for Mufasa who was peerless in melee combat.
Hence, he cleared his throat and spoke with the tone of an otherworldly master. "It's alright. I'm not top three yet."
The two youths promptly showed expressions of surprise and admiration as they looked at Mufasa. There was no falsehood in their expressions, and Mufasa felt a prickle on his back.
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Chapter 156:
Not Top Three Yet
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