The skill was successfully used.
After appearing on top of the white food tent, Rita imdiately marked the farthest red food tent she could see with [Romantic Tourist]. Without wasting a second, she dove down, using her toes to push off the ground, then fell backward into the food tent behind her.
Now, Rita had 7 uses left for [Romantic Tourist].
She passed through the entrance of the food tent, which resembled the mouth of an abyss, and found herself in what seed like another world.
A desert. She was in a desert. When she looked back, there was a mini oasis behind her, about the size of two basketball courts.
There were several tables and chairs, an open-air kitchen, and two stalls.
In the oasis, chefs were cooking, custors were eating, and players were sleeping behind the stalls. So might even have been cosmic wanderers.
Upon seeing Rita, the players in the oasis rely cast her a casual glance before continuing with their tasks.
Rita looked around, but didn't find any scrolls with rules. The players here didn't have any job titles above their heads either.
By the kitchen, there was a tree with enormous leaves, on which the Mischief Score and sales data floated.
The most interesting thing about this restaurant was that all 11 players, including the stall owners, had different races.
Rita first walked up to the stall to inspect the items.
Her gaze swept over the various goods: at, fruits, vegetables, plants, potions, and... a fully intact Desolate Tribe player.
Behind the stall, two players from different races stood—one from the Fae Tribe, and one from the Ti Tribe. Rita vaguely rembered that these two players weren't too powerful. She opened the leaderboard and quickly found them: one was level 7, and the other level 9.
They were both outside of Rita's language system, but fortunately, B8017913 could understand. After asking what she wanted to express, Rita repeated the translation B8017913 provided in Fae. She asked in Fae: "Are there any rules for the stall?"
The Fae Tribe player at level 7 replied, "No bargaining."
Rita then turned to the Ti Tribe player, pretending not to understand their language. She used sign language to convey her question, asking the sa thing.
The Ti Tribe player shook their head and gestured that there were no rules, but spoke in Ti language: "If you ask for the price, you must buy."
Upon hearing the translation, Rita gave a relieved expression.
She didn't mind the little trick the Ti Tribe player was playing.
Rita repeated the sa questions multiple tis, sotis asking the sa thing several tis. Only when they said, "We've told you all the rules," did Rita stop.
She had been pretending not to understand Ti language. The most interesting part was that every ti the Ti Tribe player used sign language, their verbal response contradicted it.
The Fae Tribe player was also interesting. Even though they knew Rita could understand Fae language, when Rita asked if they would buy goods, the Fae Tribe player bluntly answered: "If you sell goods, you need to pay money in return."
After a few rounds of conversation, an incredibly clear conclusion appeared in front of Rita—what they said could not be lies.
Rita paused for a mont, then suddenly asked: "How many lies can you tell to the sa player?"
The Fae Tribe player's gaze beca extrely complicated. Their lips pressed together as they hesitated for two seconds before reluctantly answering, "Three tis."
The Ti Tribe player raised one of their three claws but said "Two" aloud.
Every player had different rules.
Rita casually sat in front of the Fae Tribe player.
"Do you have to answer a custor's questions?"
"Yes."
"Since I ca in, how many lies have you told?"
"One."
"How many lies can you tell to the sa player?"
"Three."
"Since I ca in, how many lies have you told?"
"... Two."
"How many lies can you tell to the sa player?"
"Five."
With B8017913's translations, Rita almost interrogated the Fae Tribe player.
The Ti Tribe player's eyes went from initial shock to sympathy and relief.
At first, the Fae Tribe player still had the energy to glare at Rita, but by the end of the questioning, they closed their eyes, not wanting to see Rita anymore. By the final question, the Fae Tribe player was lying flat on the ground.
Even when Rita didn't speak and just thought in silence, the Fae Tribe player still murmured sothing under their breath.
Sotis, Rita also used sign language to suddenly question the Ti Tribe player.
The latter seed either frightened or confused, but whatever they signed, it exactly matched what they said.
After a quarter of an hour, Rita slowly stood up.
She had gathered a lot of information.
In all the food tents of the Dark Gourt Street, attack skills were ineffective.
The highest rules for each tent depended on its color.
The highest rule for the white food tents was "Hatred of Lies," but each player had different limits on how many tis they could lie to the sa person.
The rules for the stalls were set by the stall owner themselves.
The maximum ti allowed in the current food tent was only 2 hours.
There was no requirent to order food, but the cheapest dish required 2 units of currency.
And the most important piece of information: the chef in this restaurant was a Light Chef.
She didn't believe all the information from the players, but at least this gave her so clarity.
Rita smiled in satisfaction, then looked up to speak to the chef, only to notice that as soon as she did, every player in the restaurant lowered their heads in fear.
Rita: "Is it that bad?!"
B8017913: "...What do you think?"
The chef here had a low battle power, only level 9, from the Starshine Tribe of The Bicolor World. Unfortunately, neither Rita nor B8017913 knew the language.
Rita returned to the Fae Tribe player: "Do you know Starshine language?"
Fae Tribe: "...I do."
Rita was still uncertain: "If I ask you to translate what the Starshine Tribe chef says, when you relay it to , will your lie count reset because you're speaking to a new person?"
The Fae Tribe player angrily picked up a purple onion fruit from the stall and threw it hard, as if insulted, and shouted, "Are you paranoid or sothing?!"
"Will it reset?"
"...Yes."
Rita picked up the onion fruit the Fae Tribe player had thrown and threw it back even harder, yelling, "Who else is to bla for my paranoia?! It's this filthy world!"
Fae Tribe: "..."
Ti Tribe laughed.
Rita used the Ti Tribe language she had just learned to scold them: "What are you laughing at? Did I ask you?!"
The Ti Tribe player's smile froze, their expression turned complex, and they thought, You had a hand in making this world like this.
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