Lin Mo didn't sleep well the entire night.
The Magic Scroll on his chest, which had once given him so much hope, had now become a hot potato, leaving him restless.
But he couldn't bring himself to just throw it away.
After all, if he missed this chance, he had no idea when he'd get his hands on such a precious Magic Scroll again.
'People always hold onto a sliver of hope. When I ran into them last night, I had the Scroll on me, and they didn't react, right?'
He spent the whole night in a half-awake, half-asleep state mulling it over, so when he got up the next day, he looked completely drained of Spirit.
In contrast, the squad members, who had rested for several days, seemed full of ambition.
Bain and Evan had both equipped Arm Armor on their wrists, and Millian was wearing a decent quality suit of Leather Armor. They hadn't spent the past few days just fooling around; after some discussion, they had used the money from their last mission to buy new equipment.
