Chapter 182: Desperate Times Calls For Desperate Measures

After his late-night escapade, Thirteen slept and only woke up at around noon, with only Alina watching over him.

He didn't expect to sleep that long, but he had no regrets either. For him, being able to rest properly was a good sign, especially since he was still a growing boy.

Vassago and Poca were also inside the Inn and had just finished eating the nuts Alina had given them for lunch.

"Hungry, Zion?" Alina asked as soon as she noticed that the boy was awake.

"Very," Thirteen replied before doing a few stretches.

"I'll get you something to eat downstairs. What do you want?"

"A sandwich is fine."

"Understood."

After Alina left the room, Thirteen sat on the chair and rested his chin on the palm of his hand, looking at the two Pocopocos who were also looking at him.

"Vassago, have you memorized the voices of the City Lord, as well as the people stationed inside his residence?" Thirteen asked.