Doubtful.

I thought that after entering the [Amoeba] dungeon, I could probably guess what the crisis in the dungeon was.

Unexpectedly, I had no clue at all.

Lin An absolutely did not believe that this copy was so simple.

Especially the information obtained now has nothing to do with [Amoeba].

Suppress your doubts and anxieties.

There is too little information obtained from women's mouths, so we still need to find a big force to investigate.

After putting down these questions, Lin An motioned for the woman to answer his other questions:

"Where is the nearest safe zone?"

"What is the difference between a safe zone and a military zone?"

"Why are you staying here? Why don't you go somewhere safe?"

"Hasn't there been a search and rescue team here all this time?"

After hearing this, Lin Ruolan looked at Lin An with a strange expression, and swallowed a mouthful of saliva inexplicably:

"The nearest safe zone is behind us, about 70 kilometers away."

"That safe zone is called [Polaka], and it is privately armed."

"As for the difference between safe zones and military zones..."

The woman glanced at the clothing of several people, feeling a little suspicious:

"There is no difference. They are all a bunch of beasts!"

"A search and rescue team has been here, but it should be said that it was a slave-catching team!"

"I don't have any extra food, and I don't want to join them!"

"Who are you? Even a three-year-old knows these questions!"

"Are you kidding me?"

After Lin Ruolan said this, she seemed to have thought of something, and then she tightly protected the dried meat on her chest:

"You can play with me, but you have to give me meat!"

Unexpectedly.

The woman's voice was no longer crotched, but instead sounded extremely pleasant. Her words were straight and her accent was perfect, just like a radio host.

[The author has something to say]

Thanks to Mashiro for the reminder, the FT Alliance, and the silly red envelope reward.
Chapter completed!