Chapter 180: Players Happening to Pass By (1/2)

It took two days to reach Codo Bosra from Lancaster—without transportation, that is.

Although winter had passed, thick snow still caked most areas and humpbeast hooves would easily be caught. It was difficult for horse carriages as well since they would slip frequently, not to mention that stiffening oneself and going out would be a third slower than usual.

But that wasn’t a problem for departing out of the Lancaster Hideout: even during winter, Marni would often lead his merchant group on detours as he headed to Lancaster for trade.

That was why the Lancaster Hideout had many small modified sleds available for rent on cheap prices (but they are still mothballed and unused).

The matter of beast of burden was easily solved as well—many Player-domesticated creatures of all unusual forms roamed just outside the Unnamed Town, with most of them currently in the crossroads.

For one, setting them free felt like a waste on all the efforts spent on them.

And the owners certainly couldn’t bear killing them for EXP after bonding with them.

That was why if any Players asked to use the creatures for normal tasks like pulling a sled, the owners would naturally happily give out the pet they don’t need.

Hence, Simba and the children quickly spent what few game coins they have in exchange for three pets that resembled drooling huskies with ram horns growing over their heads, and a small sled that looked like it could break apart at any given moment.

While Simba was a little worried whether the sled could last long enough until they found Gwendolyn and the others, the man who had sold them the sled swore on his life that it was as sturdy as the boat which the God of Games provided in the Fishmen Island event.

The man, who had started his business selling bonepowder and chest armor was even willing to put his quote on a contract, signing it with Simba and the God of Games as his witness.

He really didn’t look like he was lying, which was why the children decided to believe him.

With the contract signed, they put the reins over the three huskies and headed out for Codo Bosra.

***

The noblewoman had Gwendolyn in her arms as she ran over the snow with her handmaidens.

They were unprepared. The stagnant snow was slowly eating away at their body warmth with the lack of clothes that could stave off the cold, and slowing them gradually.

Moving in the snow required great stamina in the first place, which left them even slower.

That was when the cries of Blunt Rhinos could be heard from behind.

“Damn it, they’re actually using a Lytai Blunt Rhino to hunt us in the snow?!”

The noblewoman immediately felt a chill in her heart.

The last two days felt like the gods were fooling around with her.

Oh, omnipotent Lyante, God of Light… if you could hear my prayer, please grant even the faintest of miracles and grant salvation upon your child!

And just as expected, nothing happened.

It was true that the gods would bestow Divine Grace upon their believers, but it was only a small selection of them who would receive such grand honor. The majority of believers could only watch them in their loftiness as they lived out their mortal lives.

And the noblewoman was one such mere mortal.

Though born a noble, she did not inherit any titles.

Once upon a time, she envied—even felt jealous—towards those Chosen Ones who were adopted by churches as children, hence living in their lofty status and looking down upon the rest of them. She dreamed of becoming a Chosen One herself as well, that the gods had been careless enough to forget about her.

Be that as it may, people grow up, and having understood that she was a mortal, normal life wasn’t that hard to accept.