Train Survival: Can I get a treasure chest by touching my goddess?

"Do you need accommodation?" the woman suddenly asked.

Shen Wen looked up at her.

"Upstairs guest rooms. Two gold coins per night, one room."

Su Qingxuan stepped out from behind Shen Wen, reached into her spatial pocket and took out a piece of gold, about the size of a thumb.

It was obtained through a train transaction.

She placed the gold on the wine cabinet and pushed it in front of the woman.

"How much is this worth?"

The woman picked up the gold, weighed it in her hand, took a closer look at its purity, and then tossed it into the drawer under the wine cabinet with a dull thud.

"Two gold coins."

"Let's book one night first."

Su Qingxuan's tone was indifferent.

The woman took a metal plaque from the drawer, placed it on the wine cabinet, and pushed it over with her fingers.

The iron plate is about the size of a palm, with the characters "二六" engraved on its surface. The edges are polished smooth and shiny, as if it has been touched by many people.

Her gaze swept over Shen Wen and the other six.

One man and five women, the meaning in their eyes gradually became subtle.

"One room?"

"One room."

Su Qingxuan nodded.

The woman raised an eyebrow and her lips twitched, as if she was suppressing a laugh or trying to say something.

She didn't say anything more, but pushed the metal sign further towards Su Qingxuan, adding, "There's only one bed inside; adding a bed will cost extra. Is that enough for six of you?"

Su Qingxuan took the iron plaque. "That's enough."

Shen Wenqian coughed, bringing the topic back on track. "After accepting the mission, where do you turn it in?"

"Come back to me when you're done."

The woman took the white cloth off her shoulder, folded it neatly, and draped it over the edge of the wine cabinet.

"The reward will be settled on the spot, and you will be given a points certificate. As for redemption, you need to go to the North City Supply Office to redeem it."

"Thanks." Shen Wen turned around, and the five women followed.

When he reached the top of the stairs, Shen Wen paused and glanced back at the wine cabinet.

The woman picked up another wine glass and began wiping it, her movements exactly the same as before, unhurried and slow, as if she would never stop.

"By the way," Shen Wen said, "what's your name?"

The woman looked up and glanced at him. "Alicia."

"Shen Wen."

Alicia nodded, said nothing more, and lowered her head to continue wiping the cup.

Shen Wen turned and went upstairs.

The staircase was longer than it appeared from the outside, and an oil lamp hung at one of the corners.

The flames flickered in the draft of the stairwell, casting swaying shadows on the wall.

Shen Wen walked at the front, his boots making a dull thud on the wooden steps.

At the end of the stairs was a narrow corridor with several wooden doors on each side, each door panel bearing a brass plaque.

One, two, one, three... Shen Wen kept walking forward along the corridor and found "two, six".

The door is an ordinary wooden door.

The room was bigger than Shen Wen had expected.

Two wooden beds were placed against the wall, with the quilts folded neatly and the pillows made of buckwheat hulls that made a rustling sound when patted.

"Let's discuss the important matters first."

Shen Wen sat on another bed, with Qianjun lying across his knees, his fingers slowly tapping on the scabbard.

The three-tailed fox jumped down from Lydia's arms and onto Shen Wen's shoulder, its three tails drooping down and swaying gently with its breath.

"We'll rest for a bit and then set off, and we'll need to come back every half day."

Because the time required to stay at the platform is too long, Shen Wen's talents will keep refreshing, so he needs to find a place to obtain treasure chests.

Surely not in the wild.

"If necessary, even in the wild..." Su Qingxuan's words made Shen Wen fall silent.

But it's impossible to say you're too shy to accept a reward.

Unable to resolve the issue further, the group tacitly shifted the focus back to the platform itself.

"I plan to take on the quest to slay the black dragon."

Shen Wen placed Qianjun across his lap and slowly tapped his fingers on the scabbard.

"We might not be unable to fight against Silver now."

Bai Shuiyao was the first to speak. She leaned against the bedpost, crossed her arms, and placed the butcher knife at her feet.

"Indeed, with your current attributes, two bloodlines, and numerous silver abilities, you might not lose in a head-on confrontation."

"But the problem is, it's not a stationary log for you to chop down. And this dragon should also be a behemoth, definitely stronger than a regular silver-level dragon."

"Moreover, I've heard that these so-called black dragons possess considerable power."

Shen Wen nodded.

"So don't rush, let's farm a wave of dragon beasts first to increase the attribute points of the blood sacrifice, and then we'll help you stack up the attributes."

"With the treasure chests from the next two days, and our combined strength, we might be able to kill that guy."

Jiang Youchu squatted on the edge of the bed, her hands supporting her chin, her eyes sparkling.

"And if we just kill the Black Dragon, wouldn't the opposing faction be declared the loser immediately?"

"It should count, after all, that black dragon is also a leader of the faction."

"Moreover, that advanced token, the Dragon Blood Knight, is useful for Su Mu's sequence."

"This is said to be an advancement of the Knight-type sequence, which can be merged with the original sequence, thus further enhancing Su Mu's strength."

The sound of a patrol team passing by came from outside the window; their boots pounded on the gravel road with a dull, rhythmic thud.

Bai Shuiyao straightened up, picked up the butcher's knife from beside her feet, and hung it at her waist. "Then what are we waiting for? Accept the mission, let's go."

Shen Wen stood up, his Qianjun sword clasped back at his waist. "Take all the hits you can, even if they're repeated, just kill them all."

The six people left the room and went downstairs.

The oil lamp at the corner of the stairs was still flickering, the flame dimmer than before, a section of the wick had burned to ash, and there was a faint smell of kerosene in the air.

The six people left the room and went downstairs.

The oil lamp at the corner of the stairs was still flickering, the flame dimmer than before, a section of the wick had burned to ash, and there was a faint smell of kerosene in the air.

Shen Wen walked at the front, his boots landing steadily on the wooden steps.

The tavern was even more lively than before.

The burly man at the table by the window was still wiping his axe, but the axe surface was already so shiny that you could see your reflection in it. He was still wiping it, as if he had some kind of obsessive-compulsive disorder.

The three chainmail-clad men at the middle table had put away their maps and replaced them with a plate of toast and several glasses of ale. The edges of the bread were charred black, and a fine layer of white foam floated on the surface of the ale.

The thin man in the cloak next to the liquor cabinet was gone, the glass still had half a glass of untouched liquor, and the piece of paper on the rim of the glass was also gone.

The gazes of the others drifted over to Shen Wen and his group as they came downstairs, then quickly looked away.

Shen Wen ignored him and walked to the wine cabinet.

Alicia was still wiping the cups. The same posture, the same rhythm, as if it were on a loop.

"I've accepted all the missions."

Alicia's hand paused for a moment.

She put down the glass, glanced at Shen Wen, tapped the edge of the wine cabinet twice with her finger, and then turned away.

Take all twenty parchments down from the wooden frame, stack them in a pile, and push them over.

"Just get back the proof of the duplicated task."

Shen Wen swiftly put all the parchment into his spatial pocket without even glancing at it again.

Alicia wasn't surprised; all outsiders were like that, taking on missions like buying goods—accepting everything they could and killing everyone they could.

But the next moment, Shen Wen's words stunned her.

"And you haven't taken down the one who slew the black dragon."

Shen Wen pointed to the parchment of size zero tied with a red cloth strip.

Slay the black dragon.

Annihilation.

She took the white cloth off her shoulder, folded it carefully, and draped it over the edge of the liquor cabinet, asking in surprise, "Are you going to slay the black dragon?"