Chapter 131 Internal Test Version 1.03 Update_3

A group of oddly shaped Undead, each one in a state of mutation as if they had been sentenced to death, but if they could resurrect after death, the so-called mutation would truly become a joke.

"Points? What's that? In Leon Territory, we have our own currency, but money can't buy most things. You'll need to wait for a unified distribution or a personal reward from the Lord himself."

"A map? A map is military secret, but there indeed are some maps; if you need one, I can give you a copy."

"The inner city? Of course, you can enter. Blacksmiths, potions, everything's no problem!"

"Mounts? We do not cultivate outdated Cavalry; the food for keeping livestock is enough to sustain three to five people, and they can carry more than livestock."

"A tavern? There's one, but I wouldn't recommend going there, as there's no alcohol. However, they have other... things. I hear you can't take off your underpants, right, so better not go."

"Little skirts?"

"Crossovers?"

"Stations?"

"Quests?"