Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Nightmare Assault
I, The Dragon Overlord
Loser System and Berserker Me
Horror Game Designer
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1176- Eighth
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 19
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 622: Natural Disasters and Man-made Calamities
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 325: City One Can't Leave
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 247: The Past is Like the Wind
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1175- Don't discriminate
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 946: Fatal Strike
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1174- Divide
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 18
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Chapter 78: This Fight Will Never End
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 33: a.0.3 Update! Skills System
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 621: Meeting an Old Friend
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3829: An Answer
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 246: What are you Waiting For?
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 324: Flying Seeds
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1173- Crystal Pillar rankings
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1172- Sky Monument Path
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 945: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (3)
"Chris, you scared me to death! How could you come in alone?" Inside the family inn, Mrs. Doyle nervously clasped Chris' face. "You were too reckless, my child. Listen to me, next time you encounter something like this, you must run away immediately. Your mother can't bear to lose you, and neither can my precious daughter."
Chris hugged Mrs. Doyle and then embraced the taciturn Mr. Doyle, exclaiming, "I'm so glad you're both okay."
"We're fine, of course. Those… those undead didn't do anything to us," Mrs. Doyle said, still trembling. "As you saw, they seem to have a problem with the… shops on this street."
"Ah, a-are those people on the street customers visiting Weisshem?" Chris couldn't help asking.
"Yes, and some from the local shops," Mrs. Doyle said, pulling Chris to the window and pointing at a portly old man with graying hair on the street. "Look, that's Thompson, the owner of Jenny's Tavern."
Mrs. Doyle had a reason for singling out that person.
Chris pressed against the window, peering through the glass at the old man among the crowd on the street. Deep down, he felt a sense of resentment and… satisfaction.
"That old bastard got his just deserts!" Chris muttered through gritted teeth.
For ordinary people making a living in Weisshem and the surrounding countryside, upscale entertainment establishments like "Lover," "Elegant Dream," of the former "Golden Coast'' weren't for them. Even with such a close proximity, there was no intersection between people like them and such places.
Instead, places like taverns and strip clubs would be what folks like them could experience.
Many years ago, when Chris was still a child, his uncle's son, around the same age as Chris, curious about the extravagance of Weisshem, came to the town with nearly half a year's worth of savings with the intention of "broadening his horizons."
However, this cousin of Chris' didn't know that even the lowest of taverns in Weisshem wasn't a place a lowly country folk who scraped a living from the land could afford to experience. Th
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