Ailord closed the bathroom door, sighed in relief, and smiled at Rako, who sacrificed his sense of smell for everyone. He emerged from behind with a pale face and a blank stare, as if his soul had been sucked into Crossworld, staggering forward while holding back from vomiting.
"Thank you so much for your help, otherwise we would be stuck here with that unpleasant smell," said Ailord happily.
"Unpleasant smell!? THAT'S THE SMELL OF DEATH!" he protested, quickly covering his mouth again, restraining himself.
Ailord laughed nervously, looking at those not far ahead who still kept their distance because the smell hadn't completely dissipated from the air. "Now, I have an idea to catch them without much effort."
Reyn's eyes widened instantly upon hearing this; he could already guess the direction of the conversation. "No, you can't possibly do that," he protested, his voice slightly muffled as he still covered his nose and mouth with his hand.
