Chapter 447
As the dining time at the Oasis Restaurant dwindled down to just two minutes, Yu Xunge suddenly made a dash for it, not bothering to say a word. With a swift press of the skill labeled “If you’re capable, kill me!” she bolted out of the food tent.
The moment she emerged from the culinary haven, Yu Xunge began scanning for the next white food tent. However, she quickly realized that the entrances of both the tent she had just left and the others in sight had transformed from black to white.
She could already hear the sound of skills slicing through the air.
Her earlier hesitation wasn’t just about gathering her thoughts; it was also because players in the Oasis Restaurant had broadcasted her movements in the battlefield chat channel. She hadn’t expected these strong players to actually be so idle, lying in wait for her outside the restaurant.
Skills rained down on Yu Xunge, and her health plummeted to -35% in the blink of an eye, even after triggering a few healing effects that restored 5% health upon being attacked.
In her line of sight, the status of the white tents seemed off; she couldn’t tell if they were now inaccessible or if entering would lead to unexpected changes.
Determined, Yu Xunge braced herself against the onslaught of skills and charged into the blue tent across from her. Above the entrance, a faint blue number glowed: 3535.
The dish she had enjoyed at the previous restaurant had a continuous healing effect, so Yu Xunge lingered at the entrance of the blue food tent for a moment before stepping inside.
If the white food tent represented the Oasis Restaurant, then the blue one was akin to an Ice and Snow Restaurant.
The tables and chairs were carved from ice, and several ice pillars were adorned with frozen lights.
Inside, there were two stalls, and the players behind them sat on ice stools, their tables laden with goods. At that moment, the two stall owners and several diners were sizing up the newcomer, Yu Xunge.
Just like in the Oasis Restaurant, every player here belonged to a different race, and each diner had a unique appearance.
This wasn’t too surprising, considering the vast array of races in the world battlefield. Even though it was rare for a single race to have only one player, the number of players from each race was still limited.
It was unlikely that all members of the same race would coincidentally participate in the same divine game.
For instance, among the Moon Foxes, there were nine Moon Emperors, but only four had shown up for this game.
The odds of encountering them in the same restaurant were even slimmer.
At that moment, Yu Xunge heard a commotion behind her; a player had followed her in. She recognized him as a member of the Needlefall Clan from the Ghost World, a 15th-tier demon king known as Ghost Sangbei.
The Needlefall Clan resembled humans in appearance and stature, or rather, about sixty percent of players from various races shared a similar form to humans, with only minor differences.
Just like the twelve alien races of Zelan—Oak Owl, Moon Fox, Undead, Waterless Sea Demon, Blood Elf, Night Elf, and Candle Barbarian—while each race had its own characteristics, their physical structures were strikingly similar to humans.
The Needlefall Clan was no exception, distinguished by their sky-high dark green hair, each strand resembling a pine needle.
After Ghost Sangbei entered the restaurant, he didn’t act recklessly.
He didn’t attack Yu Xunge, nor did he use any binding or mental skills to drag her out of the restaurant.
In fact, he remained silent, just like Yu Xunge.
The restaurant, standing on the ice, was eerily quiet.
Ghost Sangbei had no intention of greeting Yu Xunge, but she did.
Yu Xunge used her skill “I’m So Eager to Improve” a few times, consuming the excess health restored by the dish to avoid waste.
Ghost Sangbei noticed her actions. Although he couldn’t see the skill icons on her arm, he had already guessed what she was up to.
His face turned as green as his hair, and in a fit of anger and disbelief, he even chuckled before quickly jogging deeper into the restaurant.
Seeing him leave, Yu Xunge didn’t linger, waiting for a chance to swoop in; that would be too easy to fall into a trap.
Instead, she approached her target, sitting down next to a player diner and staring at him without saying a word.
She recognized this player: Cui He Kuangfeng, a member of the Lost Clan, a 14th-tier Abyss player. Tu Lan had shared some gossip about him.
It was said that Cui He Kuangfeng’s divine talent was related to forging, and many players had asked him to help modify their weapons, including Song Gui’s hammer.
His reputation was decent; so far, no one had complained about him being untrustworthy when it came to tampering with weapons.
At that moment, a menu was slapped down in front of them.
Yu Xunge glanced at the player standing by the table, a member of the Yi Dou Clan. She pointed at the diner next to her and gestured: “I’m with him.”
Cui He Kuangfeng: …
Yi Dou Clan: …
Even Ghost Sangbei, who was quietly observing the situation from a distance, fell silent.
Seeing the bewildered expressions on Cui He Kuangfeng and the Yi Dou Clan member, Yu Xunge sighed; she had to make a move.
Making a move didn’t mean giving something away; it meant starting to use “I’m So Eager to Improve” on Cui He Kuangfeng.
She even raised her arm high, afraid he wouldn’t see her using the skill.
Players who were out of the loop might not understand her, but she believed that Cui He Kuangfeng, who dared to run a forging business in the world battlefield, wouldn’t be ignorant of her.
As long as he had gathered enough information and heard enough rumors, plus his extensive experience in the world battlefield, he wouldn’t fail to guess that she had a thieving skill.
At that moment, Yu Xunge wasn’t afraid of others knowing; she was more concerned about them not knowing.
Cui He Kuangfeng’s only uncertainty was that he was just a diner, not a stall owner or chef who looked like they would be hanging around the restaurant for a long time, so this tactic might not work.
While she was calculating her next target in her mind, she noticed Cui He Kuangfeng’s expression was one of near explosion. He clearly recognized Yu Xunge.
In a mix of frustration and urgency, he pulled out a piece of paper and a feather quill. With one hand, he tried to stop Yu Xunge’s actions, while the other quickly scribbled a few words: “Stop! What do you want?”
He then handed the paper and quill to Yu Xunge.
Yu Xunge paused.
Her second reason for choosing Cui He Kuangfeng was that she understood the language of the Lost Clan.
After reading the note, she felt a twinge of regret; she had already planned how to turn on him after getting what she wanted.
Instead of using Cui He Kuangfeng’s paper, she rummaged through her backpack for a piece of beast skin and found a chopstick, dipping it in beast blood to write down her most pressing questions:
“Should I order now?”
“How do I order?”
“What are the highest rules here?”
Cui He Kuangfeng replied:
“At least three dishes, and the highest rule is ‘Do not speak.’”
Yu Xunge’s eyes flickered; she sensed a trap.
Earlier, even in a state of urgency, Cui He Kuangfeng had dared not make a sound, sacrificing the speed of his writing to avoid the rustling noise of the quill scratching the paper.
Yu Xunge didn’t call him out but asked again:
“Are there any ‘inferior ingredients’ on the menu? Which dishes should I avoid?”
“I’m sorry for threatening you earlier; I’m willing to pay currency for your information. You can name your price.”
The second sentence improved Cui He Kuangfeng’s mood significantly.
No one likes to be threatened.
Cui He Kuangfeng wrote: “500◆ for one piece of information.”
After seeing the price, Yu Xunge raised her arm again, signaling that she would continue to threaten him.
Cui He Kuangfeng: “…”
Yu Xunge didn’t press him further. She glanced at the dishes in front of the other four diners, most of which were three to five plates.
She scanned the menu from top to bottom, matching every dish ordered by the diners with its category and price in her mind.
Then she ordered a glass of juice and two desserts.
The total price was roughly equivalent to the combined cost of the five diners’ orders, almost the average of what they had all ordered.
As for why she chose juice and desserts, it was because she was familiar with the recipes for these three dishes; the ingredients were fixed, all fruits and vegetables, and theoretically wouldn’t require the use of the players’ “inferior ingredients.”
Moreover, the dishes in front of these diners all shared similarities—either all spicy, all meaty, or all vegetarian. She didn’t know if it was a coincidence or not, but following along wouldn’t affect anything.
After placing her order and returning the menu to the Yi Dou Clan member waiting by the table, Yu Xunge wrote down a new question: “Do I pay for the meal in advance or after?”
Cui He Kuangfeng didn’t want to answer.
Yu Xunge lifted her arm, gently brushing her skill keyboard.
Cui He Kuangfeng begrudgingly wrote: “Pay in advance.”
As Yu Xunge counted the money, B8017913 asked in her mind: “You and Tu Lan don’t seem to agree; she said you were always afraid of offending people.”
Yu Xunge explained: “It’s like when it just rains; I’m all dry, and I’m careful not to get wet. But now that I’m soaked, why hide from the rain? 913, you really picked a great time to show up!!”
B8017913: “?” Is that how you use ‘picked a great time’?
After counting the meal cost, Yu Xunge didn’t rush to pay. Instead, she waited for her health to fully restore, placing the money on the beast skin that read “Meal Fee to Be Collected.”
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