The inn in the town was built by Angora for emergencies when Marni first brought the refugee Players here.
Now, most of the refugee Players had some assets and bought their own properties in various parts of the town (although most of them became penniless after the Equipment Strengthening System was released to the market), which left the inn's business rather quiet.
After all, the town itself wasn't a tourist spot, and it was unlikely that any travellers would come here for a vacation.
Hence, Mufasa arranged for Simba and the others to stay in the inn.
Even if he had agreed to join the Church of Games and become a believer of the God of Games, offering his faith to an unfamiliar deity he had never met before was definitely not something that could be done verbally.
At the very least, no matter how Simba claimed that he was a believer of that deity, Mufasa could tell at a glance that he was lying …
After drinking the alchemist lady's potion, Nana fell into a deep sleep.
Mufasa, on the other hand, had his own matters to attend to, and so left after settling Nana back in the inn and warning them not to do anything that could easily cause misunderstandings.
Zazu decided to stay in the inn and take care of Nana.
Even if Simba was a little worried about Nana, he decided to take a stroll around the streets and get a better understanding of the place.
It was a habit he had developed when he was forced to steal in order to survive in Lancaster. In the words of thieves, it was the feeling of scouting ahead to determine a target and escape route.
Moreover, Zazu and the others had been running around for Nana since early in the morning and hadn't eaten anything until now, relying entirely on the sumptuous dinner they had yesterday. They definitely couldn't continue like that, which was why they could bring back some food while scouting.
Mufasa had left some coins known as' game coins' in the hotel room. According to him, that currency was used in almost all trades in the town, and many unique buildings in the town would only accept game coins. Copper and Rions circulating in the outside world could only be used in the town after they were exchanged for that currency at the exchange center.
Even if Simba felt that it wasn't right to keep accepting Mufasa's charity, he clearly couldn't buy food empty-handed. That was why he thickened his skin and accepted the donation, bringing some with him before he left.
When Simba and the others arrived at the town through the lifestone last night, they were not only tired, hungry, and worried, and didn't get a good look at the town.
Today, when he calmed down a little and looked at it again, the feeling he got was different from yesterday.
First of all, it was clean and beautiful. However, unlike yesterday, there were now many pedestrians on the streets, and most of them were gathered in groups of five or six, excitedly discussing a topic Simba couldn't understand. At the same time, from the way they were moving in a targeted manner, they didn't look like the Lancaster nobles wandering around with their lackeys.
Of course, apart from these relatively normal situations, there were also many situations that Simba found incomprehensible.
For example, he just saw a skinny figure run past him like a gust of wind, followed by a strong man with huge chest muscles holding a giant sword shining with orange light …
Just as he was shocked by the street murder and was wondering why there were no city guards to stop it, he realized that the people on the street were oblivious to it. Some were even laughing and joking, saying things like "Looks like Dog-Egg's incident has been exposed …" "Serves him right for taking such a blind photo." "Calm down, everyone. Push that post higher and let the newbies have a taste of it!" and so on.
Their behavior was not that they were used to this kind of pursuit. Instead, it was more like they were looking at a quarrel between their brothers with disapproval.
"Well … aren't they afraid of getting hurt?" Simba tried asking one of the passersby beside him.
"It should be fine. Joe's anger would probably subside after Dog-Egg dies." The passersby replied matter-of-factly.
Isn't that obvious? What do you want if he's still angry after he's dead? Are you going to chase him down to the netherworld and kill him again?!
Or should I say, aren't the people in this town a little weird in the head? Why aren't they concerned about death? Even the barbarians who lived on the barren highlands and valued honor and battle more than life would not ignore death to such an extent!
When he thought about Mufasa's superb martial arts and decisiveness in cutting down his foes, a chilling thought appeared in Simba's mind. Could it be that Mufasa was so powerful because he had been living in such an environment all his life?
Too dangerous! This church is too dangerous!
Simba shook his head to clear his mind of random thoughts. No, he couldn't be sure of the church's true form from these one-sided details. He had to collect more information.
The passersby was puzzled why Simba would ask such a question, but after glancing at Simba's head, he muttered softly, "Friendly unit. No HP bar." Then, he left in disappointment.
Simba continued to wander the streets, and ran into more things that he found strange.
For example, many people were queuing up in front of blacksmiths, waiting to have their weapons and equipment hammered by dwarven smiths.
It was hard for Simba to understand. Although mountain dwarven craftsmen were rare (in fact, the blacksmiths in the town were gray dwarves who rarely appeared on the surface, but Simba did not know about this), weren't those people a little too fanatical?
"Heh heh heh. I've washed my face according to that metaphysical post, and danced around a candle in the middle of the night without putting it out, just waiting for the strengthening to succeed today!" "Your equipment's gone." "No!"
Simba couldn't help muttering inwardly as he watched the believer wailing in agony as he reached out to the shards on the anvil. 'Why don't they heat their weapons over a fire and sprinkle precious alchemy powder to strengthen them, and instead put them on the anvil and hammered them like that? It would be weird if they didn't break.'
Aside from that, there were also weirdos who wore anglerfish heads (chandelier versions) or dolphin heads that he often ran into on the streets. They would hold weird items in their hands and shout, "Eh, I got it!" Before fainting in delight, kneeling in front of half-built houses and begging for them to be built on their own …
Suddenly, the youth had a flash of inspiration. He felt as if he had seen through the facade and saw the essence of it all.
Could the believers of the God of Games be idiots?
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Chapter 159
The Players' Day of Rest, Part Four
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