Bab 930: Silver Platter

The mood of the Myrtharian Nerds plummeted drastically after their leader's speech. With the majority of those who perished during the Ordeal, the overall atmosphere had become considerably darker, almost funereal.

This kind of ambiance was not ideal for catching up and discussing. Several winners of the Ordeal, such as Aurum and Hephais, had been staring at Will for a while, raising their eyebrows as if they were trying to convey a silent message.

The merchant had long noticed the insistent looks from several of his companions, but due to the inappropriate atmosphere, he didn't know how to approach the topic. When Will finally mustered the courage to clear his throat and gain some time, someone saved him from his predicament.

"Ahem-"

"What the fuck! My Myrtharian Body Passive is gone!" A Myrtharian Nerd suddenly exclaimed, scrolling through the interface listing his Faction Skills.