บท 133: Do You Like Hot Air?

I pulled my shirt up and turned towards him. "See this tiny scratch here? It has just started to heal, yeah?"

Eric leaned in and inspected the scratch. "Yes, it takes about three days for these things to start going away..."

"I got this scratch from that darned cat on the boat. And three days from where we drowned was the time it would have taken for us to reach Qasim's town."

Eric rested on his back and closed his eyes. "So we weren't knocked out for more than a day, since we have been here for two. And in that day or less, we somehow ended up in the middle of the forest, very very far from the sea when we should be in a city, filled with people and animals."

"Correct," I said and fell on my back, too. "Eric... weird moss, strange locations, almost no beasts or people, and absolutely no way to tell directions apart."

The guy covered his ears with his hand. "No, don't say it!"

"Hah... this is a fucking dungeon, right?"

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