Chapter 635 (2/2)

“What should I do next? Should I follow her?”

He did not believe that Zero could really create a complete city.

When Roland turned around and wanted to go back to the room, looking for the key, he was suddenly startled by what he saw.

A pretty woman walked toward him.

She had long gray hair, high eyebrows and her nose and lips bore a resemblance to those of Tilly. However, she had a cold and arrogant temperament that kept men at arm’s length.

He never met her before, but Prince Roland’s memory obviously told him that she was his elder sister, Princess Garcia of the Kingdom of Graycastle.

Garcia Wimbledon!

Roland subconsciously reached for the fruit knife in his belt.

“Step aside. Get out of my way,” the woman showed a disgusted expression, “Let me pass.”

“You… You don’t know me?” He was very surprised.

She sneered and said, “Why should I know you? Because your hair is dyed the same color as mine?”

Roland stared at her, slowly getting out of her way, “You are Garcia, right?”

“So what?” Her expression became gloomy, “Since you know my name, you should know what will happen if I am annoyed. I warn you, you will bring trouble to yourself if you trouble me.” She stretched out her right hand and curled her fingers one by one making cracking sounds with her knuckles as if she had prepared to fight.

“She doesn’t know me, but why she doesn’t feel surprised that I know her name?” Roland found it difficult to understand.

Garcia returned to her room, and the door banged shut behind her. He wandered around along the corridor and took a quick glance when he passed by her room.

The room number was 0827, so she lived next to his neighbor.

Looking at the numerous security doors along the long corridor, he suddenly had a horrible speculation.

“How many households are there in this apartment?”

After all, the corridor was terribly long. Standing in front of Room 27, he could not even see the end of the corridor.

He could not help thinking about it.

He returned to his room as soon as possible, fumbled the key in to the front door and then he locked the door and ran along the corridor toward the further end.

It was not shorter than a 400-meter straight track!

Panting and running to the end of the corridor where it was close to the stairwell, Roland saw the last room number, 0899.

This was simply incredible. Who would design a tube-shaped apartment with nearly a hundred households on one floor? In accordance with the style of the 70s and 80s, a row of more than a dozen households had been considered large-scale.

Roland then climbed up the stairs.

Most of the green paint of the iron staircase handrails had peeled off and he could see the obvious rust and dust. There were numerous small advertisements along the corridor revealing distinctive characteristics of the times. These kind of ‘psoriasis’ advertisements should have long since disappeared in the big cities.

The top floor was the 22nd floor.

On the security door at the end of the corridor, there was no nameplate or barred window.

He checked one by one until he saw the first number, 2245.

Through his rough calculation, he found that there were 2,124 households in the entire apartment building.

“It’s impossible for you to win. I have devoured thousands of soldiers and even an Extraordinary over the years!”

He suddenly recalled what Zero said during the fight for life on the rooftop.

Are all people living here the losers of the Battle of Souls?

Roland was stunned by this speculation.

Now, Zero seemed to have become one of them.