The inn in the town was built by Angela as an emergency when Manie brought the homeless players over.

Most outcasts now have a small amount of money and have purchased their own properties all over the town (although most of them have become poor after the equipment enhancement system was introduced), which has led to a relatively quiet business in the hotel.

After all, the town itself is not a tourist destination, and it is unlikely that there will be travelers here.

Simba and his party were temporarily placed in the hotel by Mufasha.

Even if you agree to join the Church of the God of Games and become a believer in the God of Games, offering faith to a strange god that you have never come into contact with is definitely not something that can be done by words.

At least no matter what Simba said he believed in the god, Mufasha could still tell at a glance that he was lying......

Nana drank the alchemist's potion and fell asleep.

Mufasha, on the other hand, had his own business to do, so he resettled Nana in the hotel, warned them not to do anything that could easily be misunderstood, and then left.

Shazu decides to stay at the hotel and take care of Nana.

Simba was a little worried about Nana, but he decided to go around the streets first and get to know the place.

It was a habit he had developed when he had to commit petty theft in Lancaster in order to survive, and in the words of the thieves, it was probably similar to the feeling of stepping on a spot beforehand to determine the target and escape route.

In addition, Shazu and the others have been running around for the sick Nana all morning, and they have not eaten anything until now, relying on the sumptuous dinner yesterday. It's definitely not okay to go on like this, so you can bring some food back by the way when you step on the spot.

Mufasa left some coins called 'game currency' in his hotel room, and according to him, almost all of the town's transactions were made with this currency, and many of the town's unique buildings only accepted game currency, and the copper and Ryan in circulation from the outside world could only be used in the town after exchanging them for this kind of money.

Although he felt that it was a bit bad to accept Mufasa's alms all the time, it was obvious that he could not buy food with his empty hands, so Simba still accepted the grant with a cheeky face and brought some with him before going out.

When Simba and his party came to this town through the Resurrection Stone last night, they were not only tired and hungry, but also frightened, and they didn't have a good look at this town.

When I settle down and look at it again today, I feel different from yesterday.

First of all, clean and beautiful are of course the same, but unlike yesterday, there are many pedestrians on the street, most of them five or six people gathered together, and they are discussing something that Simba does not understand, and judging from their rather purposeful movements, it does not look like those aristocratic sons of Lancastley wandering around with dog legs.

Of course, in addition to these relatively normal situations, there will also be many situations that Simba finds incomprehensible.

For example, he had just seen a thin figure running past like a gust of wind, and then a strong man with huge chest muscles followed by a giant sword that shone orange......

Just when he was extremely shocked by this street murder, and wondered why there were no city guards and others to stop it, he found that the people on the street were turning a blind eye to it, and some people were even giggling and saying something like "It looks like the dog thing happened...... "He deserves to take that kind of blind photo." ''Calm down, everyone, and push that post higher for the newcomers to be baptized!'' Something like that.

They didn't take this kind of hunt for granted, but more like the disapproving feeling of watching their brothers fight.

"That...... Aren't they afraid of getting hurt when they do this? Simba tried to ask a passerby beside him.

"It shouldn't matter, the last time the dog died, Joe's anger probably disappeared." The passerby replied as a matter of course.

Isn't this nonsense? People are dead, and the anger is still gone, what do you want? Could it be that you can chase it to the underworld and kill it again!

Rather, are there some strange heads in this town? Why do you not take death so seriously? Even the legendary barbarians who live on the wild plateau and value honor and battle more than their lives have not neglected death to this extent!

Thinking of Mufasha's superb martial arts and decisiveness in killing enemies, Simba had a conjecture in his mind that made him shudder, could it be because he had been living in such an environment that Mufasha was so strong?

It's too dangerous! This church is so dangerous!

Simba shook his head, pushing aside the cranky thoughts in his head: no, these one-sided things alone can't determine what this church really looks like, and more information needs to be gathered.

The passerby was a little curious as to why Simba would ask such a question, but after glancing at Simba's head, he muttered in a low voice, "Friendly unit, no health bar." He seemed disappointed and left.

Simba continues to wander the streets, and then encounters more things that seem strange to him.

For example, many people lined up in front of the blacksmith's shop, waiting to hand over their weapons and equipment to the dwarven craftsmen to beat.

This was hard for Simba to understand: while mountain dwarven artisans were rare (in fact, the town's blacksmith shop was home to gray dwarves who barely appeared on the surface, but Simba didn't know about them), but those people were too fanatical, right?

"Hmph, I've washed my face according to that metaphysical post, and I danced around the candle in the middle of the night and didn't put out the candle, just wait for today's strengthening to succeed!" "You're out of gear." "No!"

Seeing that the believer who stretched out his hand towards the fragments on the anvil and was half-kneeling on the ground and making a miserable scream was dragged away by the people behind him, Simba couldn't help muttering in his heart: instead of putting the weapon on the fire to heat it, and then sprinkle it with precious alchemy powder to strengthen it, it would be strange if it was directly placed on the anvil and knocked like that, so it would not break.

In addition, there are strange people who often come across on the road wearing monkfish puppet heads (a light-emitting version of chandeliers) or dolphin heads; Holding strange equipment in his hand, he yelled "Oh, I'm out!" Then the strange man who fainted to the ground with joy; Strange man who kneels in front of a half-built house and begs for the house to be built by itself......

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration flashed in the young man's mind, and he felt that he had peeked through the appearance and saw the essence of all this.

Believers in the god of games are fools!

Tips: Enter "Panda Literature" in the search engine, you can find this site, thank you.

Chapter 159: The Players' Day of Rest: Part 4