Everyone got off the bus.
Myne noticed that, except for Mr. Red and the big-ass cowardly girl, one holding a fire axe and the other a throwing knife—no one else took out a weapon from their inventory.
"Where are your weapons?" Myne asked confusedly.
"We? None." Achoo shook his head.
Ache scratched his face in annoyance. "This kind of weapon equipment is hard to draw. In a single-player dungeon, you can't even bring out a sharp knife."
Magmascorch also shook his head without saying anything.
"Then let's see if there's a place where we can find some melee weapons for you," Myne mused for a moment before replying.
"That's not urgent," Achoo quickly refused his suggestion, not wanting to delay the others because of them. Also, he and his friend were more than happy to be spectators and gain protection under the pretext of not having weapons.
"This is urgent." Myne looked at the sunset in the distance. "Do you still remember the phrase 'the afterglow of the sunset is fading'?"
