✓ Operating log of the Tavern of the Dead

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The firelight beeped in the darkness, attracting a little malicious snooping, and the surrounding fog was heavy and thick, with a sticky smell of corruption, and the abundance of water vapor made the magical campfire look a little downcast.

Margaret sat by the fire, slowly drying her wet robes, and then she closed her palms together and warmed herself with a gentle sigh.

"It's really wet and cold in here." The priest murmured quietly, After several days of trekking in such an environment, her normally well-groomed hair was a little disheveled, and she smoothed out her wrinkled sleeves and the corners of her garment, and lowered her head in a voice that only she could hear, and sighed for a while, and after a while, sighed again.

Susie brewed a glass of strawberry-flavored Yomi and handed it to Margaret, while she sat down next to the puppet as a vehicle with a cup of chocolate. She hung her lantern on the puppet's shelf, the dim glow barely illuminating the station's range.

Margaret took the hot drink, glanced at the white-robed mage, and saw that he didn't seem to react, the corners of her mouth couldn't help but turn upward, she held the cup, closed her eyes, and began to pray softly. Because of the circumstances, her prayer only lasted more than ten minutes before stopping.

Susie saw Margaret gently turning the straw gracefully, and her intuition told her that the other party was picking the coconut fruit inside, she thought about it, and opened the box of egg yolk pie, and the Holy Maiden of Light held the small cake, stunned for a moment, and her face showed a struggle that she didn't know if she should pray again.

Susie couldn't help but laugh, then she turned her head and asked, "How long will it take?"

The adventurers also used the light of the fire to confirm their position, and Raphael thought for a moment, then replied, "At the current pace, it should only take two more days."

When Margaret heard this, she couldn't help but look at her companions, and soon got the same answer from their expressions, and she suddenly looked a little sluggish: "It's going to be so long, obviously it doesn't feel very far on the map."

The Canyon of the Eternal Night is not a very traveler-friendly place: the fog and darkness disorient and sense of time, the corrupt soil and the ubiquitous undead keep most creatures out of their tracks, and food and drinking water are also unavailable, making it difficult for most people not to feel anxious and depressed.

Since departure, the clock carried by the white-robed mage has turned five times, which means that five days have passed. This place goes deep into the hinterland of the West Bank, and when you look back, you can no longer see the light of the canopy of the moon tree.

However, compared to the visitors of the Duchy of Daylight, Susie seemed to be much more at ease.

The poor environment didn't bother her too much, she didn't feel tired or hungry, maybe because she was proficient enough in stealth skills, and the muddy ground wasn't much of an obstacle for her.

The only mistake was not to bring out his tavern logs with him: at least he could play single-player games to pass the time during his breaks, otherwise, he couldn't count on the adventurer who was involuntarily tense because he walked with the Death Knight to fight the landlord at the table?

...... And Raphael doesn't seem to be able to play cards either.

After two more days of walking, the remains of a building appeared before their eyes.

This is the first time Susie has seen a "ruin" that really exists here. It looked like a large theater, originally white, with gray climbing vines and moss clinging to the exterior walls. The entire building tilts like a shipwrecked cruise ship, with about a third still exposed to the ground, while the rest is sunk deep into the ground.