Hannah thought about it, "To leave the border, do we have to cross the Blackwood Forest?"

The Blackwood Forest was a natural barrier, perfectly aligned with the defensive line of the border.

Gregory Lawrence knew everything about District Nine like the back of his hand, "That’s the idea, but as far as I can remember, no one has ever truly crossed the Blackwood Forest."

Even mercenaries and hunters on missions would avoid venturing into the heart of the Blackwood Forest.

Legend has it that the center of the Blackwood Forest is shrouded in a white fog all year round, and within the fog lurk man-eating monsters.

The legend was also told by Gregory.

"You’re not still thinking about going to that so-called Lost Realm, are you?"

The closer you get to the border, the more fickle the weather becomes.

Although the sun and moon are fake, the falling rain is real.

It was raining outside.

The sound of the rain pattered down.

Hannah was sitting right by the window, "Mhm."

Gregory grabbed a piece of meat from the table to chew on.

The meat of mutant beasts was tough and chewy, and honestly didn’t taste very good.

But it was better than going hungry.

"You’re going alone?"

Hannah turned her head, teasing, "Why, do you want to come with me?"

Gregory choked and coughed twice, his face turning beet red, whether from being startled or not was hard to tell.

Hannah passed him a glass of water.

After gulping down several mouthfuls, Gregory regained his composure and then said, "Actually, I’ve been quite curious to see what the Lost Realm looks like now."

He meant what he said.

Hannah was surprised.

Gregory continued, "It’s just that the border has been unsafe recently, with rovers and plunderers lurking outside every day, a bunch of lunatics."

But everyone in the galaxy knew that the rovers and plunderers were a group of people who acted irrationally.

While most robbers demanded money or weapons, these guys wanted clothes or a joke to laugh at.

If you didn’t get beat up for a bad joke, you’d get beat up for not being funny, anyway, it was always up to them.

For instance, recent incidents like the theft of the king’s underwear or the shaving of the crown princess’s hair were all their doing.

Gregory suggested, "Even if you really want to go on an adventure to the Lost Realm, at least wait until the conflict at the border is over."

He had automatically assumed that Hannah’s desire to go to the Lost Realm was for an adventure.

Because he once harbored the same idea.

Young, impulsive, craving excitement, loving adventure.

Some people will always maintain a strong desire to explore the unknown.

But before these exploratory desires, he also had a survival instinct.

Clearly, Hannah did not; she just wanted to get to the Lost Realm as soon as possible, "The conflict at the border will never end."

She said that.

Her tone was full of certainty.

That made Gregory curious, "How can you be so sure?"

Hannah looked at him, paused for a few seconds, and then smiled, her eyes curving, "I’m guessing."

After speaking, she turned back to watch the continuous fine rain outside the window.

Gregory scratched his head and didn’t think much of it.

Because he was hungry again.

Just in time, Old Campbell brought out two more plates of food from the kitchen.

Although it was still the meat of mutant beasts, these two plates tasted significantly better.

...

All day today, the streets were empty and desolate.

There were no pedestrians, nor any shops open, the quietness made it seem like a ghost town.

At three o’clock in the afternoon, Old Campbell closed the doors of the inn.

At this time, no one would be going out anymore.

Gregory stayed in his room, playing games with Daibai Jinlian.

Gregory was even worse at gaming than Jinlian, unable to even distinguish the directions.