Treehouse Base

Rita asked, "How much does it cost to stay here for the night?"

"It's just 2 silver coins. But if you pay with skill crystals, it's even more cost-effective," said the bespectacled man, pulling out a roster. "May I ask your name? You can tell me quietly."

They were clearly targeting specific individuals—a sort of personalized "big data" exploitation.

Rita understood instantly.

She needed to find a way to turn the tables; she couldn't remain passive like this!

How irritating! These cunning rabbits had already turned this into a full-fledged industry, and they were doing it so openly, with such justification, that no one could even be mad about it!

Considering it was already late, Rita decided to stay the night. As for the players who had joined the official faction, they left with the military man, presumably to another location.