Although many things are uncertain, it currently seems that the probability of Rosetta being related to my mission is still quite high.
Recalling the gains from this trip, Fu Qian decided to not rush things for the time being.
After all, he was now deep behind enemy lines, so he might as well wait and see how things unfold.
After all, Rosetta had said if there were any problems, he could come to her. There would be plenty of opportunities to confirm certain issues with her.
Right, what else had she mentioned?
Food.
Fu Qian slapped his forehead. After returning to his physical body, his ability to control hunger had clearly worsened, and he could already feel the fatigue brought on by a lack of energy.
Remembering what Rosetta said, Fu Qian got out of bed, opened the door, and after walking a couple of steps, he actually found food on the hallway table—two fruits that looked serene and tranquil.