Chương 442: No Time, This Time

Three seconds, he was late three seconds more than he intended to. Washing up in his bucket at the shore, Razor looked at his stopwatch. Three seconds late, another enigma added to the current timeline. However, caring neither way he lifted his head and began marching forward to find a place to dine in. 

'Those guys can probably wait a bit, must be busy taking care of the possessed Lamia anyways.' With those thoughts, he headed for the inn–but upon arrival, he was quickly reminded why that wasn't a good idea. Destroyed beyond recognition the booty and barrels was a shambling mess, and the food inside had either rotten or rotting just like the corpses left inside the building.