"Oh no! Oh no!" Hertha was almost in tears as she nervously contacted her boyfriend through the area chat channel in her magic book. "Dear, I'm lost! I'm done for! I'm so scared and cold!"
"What happened?" Walker asked, surprised. "Didn't I give you the Swift Boots? How could you still get lost? Where are you now?"
"I don't know," Hertha sniffled, turning her head to look around. "All I see are a lot of short bushes, and there's, there's..."
"There's what?"
"There's a stone house!" Hertha sobbed and found a stone house with a snow-covered roof not far away.
It was about 100 square meters in size, with walls made of stones and exquisite wooden-framed glass windows and doors with engraved patterns. The whole house did not look like something a player could build!
Could it be the house of the indigenous people of this world?
Hertha looked up in amazement. If she could have a house like this, that would be so great. She wouldn't have to be hungry and cold, and she wouldn't have to worry about monsters coming to catch her in the fog at night because the sturdy stone walls could definitely withstand them.
Even if the campfire went out in the middle of the night, she wouldn't have to get out of her warm bed to add firewood.
"A stone house?" Walker quickly replied to Hertha. "Could there be indigenous people in this fog world? How could there be a stone house?"
"Walker, do you think it could be built by players who have leveled up?"
"How is that possible!" Walker immediately denied it. "We've only been in this fog world for three days, and we've only upgraded our small wooden house with our combined effort. How could anyone be faster than us?"
"That makes sense," Hertha agreed.
Just then, she sniffed.
The scent of roasting meat wafted out of the stone house, making her mouth water.
"Hertha, can you see anything else from the stone house?" Walker asked.
"I can smell the aroma of roasted meat, and I see smoke coming out of the chimney," Hertha said excitedly.
"Meat?!" Walker sent three knife emojis. "You know how expensive meat is now, right? It's time to use your charm to capture this primitive indigenous person who has never seen the world!"
"Like last time?"
Hertha flicked her hair and smiled confidently. She was still very confident in her own beauty.
Walker responded with three nodding emoticons in a row and said, "Of course! Last time that idiot believed you were a weak woman, that's why he let you in, right? If it weren't for his loot, we probably wouldn't have upgraded to a small cabin so quickly, and you're enjoying his shoes too, right?"
"Okay, I'll go," Hertha said. She looked down at her snow-free Swift shoes, greedily licked her lips, and said, "But listen, I get to pick things first!"
"No problem!" Walker agreed.
It was originally a no-risk deal, at most sacrificing his girlfriend's appearance. Even if she really had to pay something, Walker didn't care. After all, who would argue with a dead person?
Knock knock!
At this time, Andrew was happily roasting the meat of a Lightning Leopard.
But when he had roasted the meat halfway, he suddenly heard a knock at the door!
"Hmm?" Andrew turned his head in surprise.
It was impossible for players to run around in the Mist World at night.
But if it was a monster knocking at the door, then that monster's intelligence was too high!
The White Eagle, who was sleeping, suddenly poked its head out of its nest and stared at the direction of the door, looking like it was facing a major enemy.
Knock knock!
"Is anyone there?" The knocking sound came again, accompanied by a delicate female voice saying, "Hello, I'm lost and can't find my way home, wu wu~"
Andrew stared at the door.
He still didn't feel reliable, after all, even in his world, he often heard stories about demons turning into human forms, confusing men, and digging out their hearts to eat. There were even stories about sailors encountering sea demons in the sea, and being enchanted and eaten after hearing their singing voices.
These facts taught us one thing! Women are dangerous!
The prettier the woman, the more dangerous she is!
Especially in this Mist World, who knows what terrifying things might emerge?
Anyway, Andrew didn't dare to open the door casually.
"Master, please, can you open the door? I'm really scared now. It's dark outside, and there are monsters in the mist that could eat me at any moment." The woman outside begged, but there was no response from inside the house. She continued, "If you let me in, you can do whatever you want with me."
Andrew sneered and continued to roast meat. He listened to the woman's performance, just as entertaining as before dinner.
The more the woman tried to convince him, the more Andrew became skeptical. He didn't believe that there were any free lunches in the world. If there were, they were likely to be poisoned.
Suddenly, the woman screamed, "My torch has gone out! The fog is closing in. Please, please help me!"
"Whatever you ask for, I'll do it. I promise!" she begged.
Andrew initially thought that the woman outside was a monster from the fog world. It wasn't until she mentioned the torch that he realized that she was a player who had gotten lost in the mist and stumbled upon his home.
Even so, Andrew didn't immediately open the door. Instead, he walked to the glass window and glanced at the woman outside.
"It's you! The thief who stole my vines this morning!" Andrew recognized her as the thief who stole his vines earlier today.
"Man! It's you!" Hertha was thrilled to see Andrew at the window. "You're the one who was cutting trees in the bushes this morning! I remember you. We're both players. Please, please open the door and save me."
"Why should I save you?" Andrew looked down at the woman standing in the corridor. "You stole from me earlier today. Who knows what you'll steal from me if I let you in?"
"I promise I won't do it again," Hertha pleaded. "I'll return all the vines, fruits, and even the silver chest that I found today. Please, please let me in."