Yang unceremoniously dragged a stool under himself, turned to glance at the chaotic scene behind him, and then said, "Persimmon Town is very far from Leon Territory, farther than Holy Water Town, Crying Town, and Cazhen Town."
"Never been there," Milan had already assembled one crossbow and was concentrating on another.
"Neither have I," Yang raised his eyebrows, "we came from the Gate of Mephisto, stationed in Leon Territory. We were defeated by those creatures from the Great Rift, but with Lord Leon leading us, we'll surely fight our way back to the Gate of Mephisto."
"The pass?" Milan had finished assembling both hand crossbows.
"It's the Gate of Mephisto!" Yang emphasized.
"The Gate of Mephisto, then what?"
She scanned the table towards the bottles of alcohol: "I can't help you reclaim the Gate of Mephisto, I'm just a regular Hunter."
