Who Designed This Underworld Dungeon?-Chapter 517 - 354 Bringing Family into Sain

[Gedwin!]

[Why are you able to rank first?]

[Why is your adventurer ranking so high?]

[Why do you have the most supply exchanges?]

[There is only one answer—]

[Gedwin!]

[You are a genius City Lord/are cheating/are pretending to be a pig to eat a tiger/or...]

After reading through the letters sent by the Dungeon Lords, in summary, they are basically like the above.

First expressing shock, then stating their own views, this formula has become the way City Lords write letters.

Each City Lord has their own opinions and thoughts, some think Gong Qiying is a super genius in managing the dungeon, some think he must have used some disgraceful means, initially, he shouldn’t have let his monster replace the Meteor Fairy, some think this mysterious existence, possibly an ancient being, has finally started to show its power.

These speculations made Gong Qiying quite amused, to say the least, the emotional value from these City Lords is quite adequate.

Among them, a City Lord known as the Duel King used the most intense language, mentioning Linville repeatedly, as if I had made him out like a boastful person... Speaking of which, the name Linville sounds familiar, where have I heard it?

Gong Qiying looked through the letters; sure enough, Linville, the City Lord of Ganhai Dungeon, had her letter mixed in here. She had previously sent him a letter, revealing a gentle, caring big sister aura. The shell she gave him still carries the scent and taste of the sea.

Back when designing Reyalucaria Magic Academy, he had quite a few dealings with Linville, but it was mostly commercial transactions, taking care of the new Dungeon Lord who inherited Cangyin Dungeon, while Linville sent various magic to him, those magic were indeed placed in Lake Lienia, and many adventurers acquired them, though their presence was much lower compared to Star Magic or Soul Magic, Gong Qiying gradually stopped updating them.

Come to think of it, Linville seems to have not participated in this joint event, nor had any recent communication, is it because the situation at Cangyin Dungeon has stabilized?

"I haven’t paid attention to Cangyin Dungeon in a long time, but the other party’s permission level is too low to contact."

Based on Linville’s trades, he had gradually sent a package of resources from "Plants vs. Zombies" over; even though they are very basic, for newcomers, they should be considered valuable wealth.

Perhaps he will go and take a look when he has the chance in the future.

He replied to a few letters and was just about to rest when another letter from Red Teeth arrived. Opening it, he found the simple question: what exactly does the "bonfire" do?

Telling him wouldn’t hurt anyway, after all, people would know sooner or later, so he wrote up the currently known effects of the bonfire in a letter and sent it to Red Teeth.

About half an hour later, just as Gong Qiying was almost asleep lying on the altar, Red Teeth’s reply arrived.

Given such a big piece of paper, the result was only two words—

[Impressive]

Along with a photo of Red Teeth’s front paw making a thumbs-up gesture.

What kind of thought process did that Red Dragon Lord go through to send that content? I’d really like to see his expression upon reading the letter.

With anticipation for the adventurers’ performance tomorrow, Gong Qiying bit into a Torina Lotus and drifted into a rare slumber.

Late at night, the dungeon may be closed, but the meteor shower outside has yet to end.

Originally a beautiful view, yet after watching the meteor shower all day in Sain Dungeon and battling with Little Meteor and various elite monsters under its backdrop, adventurers now seeing the external meteors again only felt eye strain and queasiness.

Other dungeons’ elite monsters are generally weaker, but there are some with strange abilities creating a peculiar chemistry with Sain Dungeon, making these fights... really quite vexing.

What is most needed during exhaustion in adventuring? Besides those indulgent vices, what is most needed is, of course, good food and strong drink.

At this moment, in a grand tavern in the Royal City, Leon was throwing a banquet for the adventurers who had helped him today; even those usually occupied showed up, giving this young "Lion" much respect.

This banquet is expected to last several days because everyone knows the Glory Stele is settled on a weekly basis, so tomorrow they have to continue their efforts.

Of course, those with personal matters won’t be able to make it, but Leon’s reputation can indeed attract more people.

"Hahaha! Today was awesome!"

Leon’s hearty voice came from inside the tavern, not long before the sound of stumbling followed, Maru shouted, "Boss is drunk!"

Consequently, the tavern burst into another round of laughter.

Who knows how long this banquet will last, perhaps continuing till the dungeon reopens. An hour after seats were taken, a tall figure pushed open the tavern doors and walked outside, someone inside noticed his actions and curiously asked:

"Fingerley bro, why aren’t you drinking more? Why are you packing extra roast meat?"

Fingerley casually waved his hand, saying, "I’m going to visit Tusi, he must be tired from caring for his sick family, you guys go ahead without me."

"Woo woo ┭┮﹏┭┮, Fingerley bro is so concerned about us whom he just met, I must marry bro!"

"Idiot, you’re a guy!"

"..."

His body inexplicably shuddered, as Fingerley felt a chill, he quickly left the street, heading towards the residential area of the Royal City.

Unlike adventurers who come and go early, engage in high-intensity battles all day returning only to rest for three hours before drinking heavily and making noise, the normal residents of the Royal City keep very regular schedules. They may not sleep with the sunset, but at this hour, aside from those few districts where adventurers gather, the Royal City has plunged into silence.

The streets were enveloped in a light mist, the garbage collection points overflowed, and the street lamps made from Light Magic Stones either didn’t work or flickered incessantly. Occasionally, there would be a normal one, but mostly the lights were dim, creating the feeling that Jack the Ripper might jump out from the fog at any moment, adding a pretty horror-like atmosphere.

This was unavoidable; Tusi’s family wasn’t particularly wealthy, not rich but not the poorest either, so their living place was considered below average in the residential area.

The Royal City is indeed great, but it also depends on the location.

Fingerley looked up and glanced at the meteor, suddenly noticing something, squinted his eyes to take a closer look, and muttered to himself:

"Strange, why are so many people watching meteors at night?"

You could occasionally see residents on the rooftops gazing up at the meteor, their bodies straight as poles, heads held high, looking like telephone poles pointing at the sky.

"Some new form of performance art? Truly, I can’t understand the customs of the Royal City people."

There was a force in the air making him ignore this bizarre scene, but then suddenly, images of a lake and a burning flame flashed into his mind, clearing his vision. He immediately turned to look around.

"Creak—"

The grating sound of a door closing echoed, and the previously motionless people either turned back inside or reverted to normal, with a father holding a child pointing at the sky. The family cheerfully counted the meteors.

Fingerley blinked, momentarily unable to react.

"Was it... my imagination?"

A mysterious feeling arose in his heart. He quickened his pace toward Tusi’s house, and after winding through the streets, finally reached his destination. In front of the target house... freewebnøvel_com

Tusi was supporting an older woman whose face bore some resemblance to his and was about to push the door open.

"Tusi!"

"Hey, big brother? What brings you here."

"I came to check on you, taking care of your family must be hard." The sense of relief upon seeing a familiar face dispelled the strange feeling from before, and Fingerley handed over some packed roasted meat and beer.

"Wow, thanks, big brother! I’ll follow you for the rest of my life!"

Fingerley smiled and looked at the older woman, asking, "Who is this?"

"My sister—sis, this is the big brother who’s always looked out for me; the legendary Gold Level adventurer!"

The sister responded to Fingerley with a welcoming smile. Her steps seemed unsteady, but she maintained good posture, worthy of someone who had worked as a maid in the Royal Palace.

However... she only appeared somewhat weak, akin to a slightly severe cold. Did Tusi really need to specifically care for her at this level?

"My sister’s recovery was quite fast, I was scared when she first fell ill, but she was fine in a day, truly a miracle favored by the gods," Tusi reflected.

"It’s the effect of that Life Perch you bought, Sain is truly a magical place," the sister said with a smile.

Watching this harmonious sibling scene in front of him, Fingerley felt reassured. He had only come to visit, and since everything was fine, he decided not to intrude any longer.

Just as he was about to leave, Tusi called out to him.

"Big brother, can I join the dungeon exploration tomorrow?"

"Of course, do you still need to ask?"

"Then..." Tusi hesitated for a moment, "Can I bring my sister?"

"Hmm?"

The next day, Sain Dungeon, Fire Transmission Ceremony.

"What’s the deal with bringing someone’s family member along?" Matilda pulled Fingerley aside, her tone slightly agitated.

Behind them, Tusi was telling his sister the story of the Fire Transmission Ceremony, both of them looking excited, as the Bone Stick Team merrily called her ’big sister’.

"You know I’m not good at refusing requests," Fingerley chuckled awkwardly, "but it’s alright, we’ll just visit the culinary area and catch some Little Meteors—it’s very safe."

Unable to resist Tusi’s pleading yesterday, and his sister mentioning that after eating the Life Perch she was eager to see the origin of such a magical ingredient at Sain Dungeon, Fingerley finally agreed.

"Didn’t we agree to defeat Pope Shalivan’s phantom today? Did you forget after drinking too much yesterday?" Matilda sighed helplessly.

"Eh?"

Fingerley scratched his head, "Let me inform Tusi, letting their team go to the culinary area while we head to Yilushier."

"Forget it, you already promised to hang out; refusing now would be rude."

Matilda sighed and adjusted her mood.

But at that moment, cries of shock arose behind them:

"Oh no, Tusi and his sister were sucked into a black hole!"

"!?"

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