Did Gedwin see through my lies? I knew long ago that I couldn't fool him.

But we hadn't had much interaction before today, so why is he so keen on probing my secrets?

There's no other way. Judging by the situation, even if I refuse, he'll force me to agree. I'd better appear more compliant.

Several thoughts quickly flashed through Irene's mind as she glanced at the micro-model of her own dungeon, a worried expression flashing through her eyes.

The kids living in my dungeon, it shouldn't be a problem to let them out temporarily, right? It's all my fault for being so hopeless.

The inhabitants of the White Blood Dungeon were instantly kicked out, and the entire dungeon was emptied in a moment.

Meanwhile, Gong Qiying had chosen which of his sub-dungeons to clash with the White Blood Dungeon.

Just by looking at this battle, you could tell it's not serious. No matter which sub-dungeon he chooses that's still operating normally, the loss of spiritual power feels somewhat wasted.

So he directly chose the Twilight Dungeon, which currently has absolutely no guest traffic.

The two dungeons collided and fused in an instant, and Gong Qiying's projection vanished in a flash, arriving at his city lord room, which at the moment was located deep within the Twilight Dungeon. Looking across, he could see Irene's stronghold.

"A confrontation might not be necessary, but not having one feels like something's missing."

Certainly, he could use other conditions to entice Irene, but directly staging a confrontation and then leveraging the victor's power to make her unable to lie is still a very straightforward and convenient method.

The only downside might be that it damages the peace and unity between city lords?

"It doesn't matter~"

Regarding the Twilight Dungeon as the battle venue, since there's really no guest traffic there, he can modify it however he likes without worrying about outsiders questioning it.

Thus, beforehand he reviewed the information he'd collected on the White Blood Dungeon and made some minor modifications to the Twilight Dungeon's map.

As for how minor these modifications are...

He merely switched a map with the flick of a finger, so it didn't expend any effort at all!

Surely it's a minor change!

The fusion between dungeons triggered by battle is silent, yet the process is quite spectacular, involuntarily prompting one to soundtrack the scene in their mind.

Two massive buildings collided and fused in the void, forming a bizarre amalgamation that shouldn't exist in the world.

Irene watched the Sain Dungeon, now clashing with hers, with a gaze mixed with melancholy, resignation, and anger, her demeanor akin to a forced virtuous woman.

Who am I, where am I, why am I doing this...

Humiliation, the feeling of being compelled to do something she dislikes surged forth, causing Irene to furrow her brow deeply.

Anyway, she knew she couldn't win. Gong Qiying across from her knew she couldn't win either. This battle was nothing but child's play to both parties; why take it seriously? Watch me slack off hard and give him perfunctory treatment!

I'm perfunctory with justification because that guy hasn't even bothered to give me a bit of spiritual power for emergencies!

[The Sain Dungeon gifted you five thousand spiritual power]

"Oh oh oh gold patron lord!!!"

Irene's excited voice resembling that of a fool resonated across the battlefield via amplification magic.

"I will go all out aaah!"

This is five thousand spiritual power, five thousand! This spiritual power, spent wisely, could see her through one or two months safely, and with this emergency spiritual power, she could plug the imbalance in White Blood Dungeon's cycle, returning to a healthy state.

By pleasing Gong Qiying, I can get even more spiritual power than these five thousand!

Getting beaten can earn a hefty spiritual power!

"Come on, I'm getting serious now!"

Irene selected carefully within her own monster resource library, choosing several monsters with high cost-effectiveness.

Yet, when it came time to summon them, she hesitated because she realized these monsters, despite their cost-effectiveness, lacked distinctive features, and without distinctive features, no entertainment value could be elicited.

If there's no entertainment value, how can I make the patron lord happy!

"I've decided it will be you!"

The Monster [Pale Hunter], a special monster that can only be summoned alone, a powerful Vampire surviving from ancient times, whose pale body can transform into the deadliest blade, claiming the life of its prey.

Admittedly, this guy died in the end, becoming a monster of the White Blood Dungeon.

Pale Hunter is the representative monster of the White Blood Dungeon and is the rarest monster with the lowest encounter probability. He's extremely mysterious and only appears before the strong, often killing before one catches a glimpse of his garments.

Simply put, due to his costly spiritual power requirement, Irene rarely summoned him anyway.

"Pile on the spiritual power, push him past the limits. I've never extravagantly wasted spiritual power like this before." She operated with distress, and soon, Pale Hunter exuded a strong aura, tearing the sky like fangs.

To demonstrate sincerity and to amuse the patron lord, Irene directly took control of Pale Hunter's body.

This maneuver is based on her authority, which other city lords likely couldn't replicate.

"I'm setting off!"

Her voice projected across the entire fused dungeon via amplification magic, Pale Hunter's powerful lower limb strength erupting vigorously, rendering her a white meteor shooting forth.

There's no need to consider her side's dungeon now. She will only use this one monster, who absorbed most of Gong Qiying's budget given.

Thus, using Pale Hunter to create entertainment is essential.

"How should I do it, deliberately botch the fight? But won't that seem too unprofessional, and if he figures out I'm doing it on purpose, it loses interest."

"Why not earnestly navigate while praising Sain's map design? This idea could work. Gedwin is also a master of map design, and I love hearing others praise my designs; surely he feels the same way."

Thinking this way, Irene darted out of her dungeon, leaping high from the cliff's edge beneath the high-hanging full moon's night sky towards the Sain Dungeon.

The full view of the dungeon intertwined with White Blood finally presented itself to her.

The sky suddenly brightened.

The White Blood Dungeon's sky is a full moon night, but the Sain Dungeon's side is a light dusk, with the hazy light casting down from the sky through the clouds, surprisingly evoking a sense of sacredness, possibly the kind of scenery Heaven would have.

Squinting due to the piercing sunlight, her eyes filled with haze turned to the Sain Dungeon emerging before her.

"Wow..."

Pale Hunter's body involuntarily marveled aloud.

Before her, stood a pale Holy City!

Massive pale buildings hovering in mid-air.

A cathedral? It resembles a Great Cathedral existing only in dreams.

Numerous pale corridors extending into the distance at the edge of sight, each path intricate and complex. The ground and columns engraved with elegant and mysterious patterns, layers of buildings shaped meticulously, resembling a masterpiece of craftsmanship.

The chilling gleam on the walls made her heart skip a beat for a moment.

At first glance of this pale cathedral, Irene felt a strange sensation within her.

Resonance, inexplicably she resonated with the structure in front, as if...

"Blood Clans should reside inside such a work of art..."