"...."

No matter how imaginative Gong Qiying might be, he couldn't have guessed this reason.

"Why?"

Wasn't he investigating a sinister Dungeon Sealed Item that was transformed by the mysterious Great Mage's conspiracy, unable to genuinely integrate into human society? How did the plot suddenly shift to a poor worker whose wages were being withheld?

Sure, having one's wages withheld by a boss makes one feel murderous, but what's happening here just doesn't seem to make any sense.

Didn't White Blood Dungeon ever think about financially supporting these poor relatives so they could just become rich and stay out of trouble?

Irene could guess all of Gong Qiying's doubts, one by one.

"Unfortunately, I've tried every method, but none worked."

She sighed and said:

"Everyone seems to think that a good way to integrate into human society is to work, and under my guidance, they've mostly stopped using violence. So, I always have to be the one to appease them. It's not like I haven't thought about directly giving them gold and silver treasures."

"But then, somehow a theory emerged that selling the products from White Blood Dungeon would be desecration... It must've been some Scameroon person who said this, and they heard it!"

Right, for any unreasonable rule that can't be logically explained, just blame it on the Scameroon people.

Even though what Irene is saying now sounds quite reasonable, Gong Qiying still feels that the situation is absurd no matter how you look at it.

And as he listened, he began to realize something.

The Sealed Items were having their wages withheld by a heartless boss, leading White Blood Dungeon to stand up for them and become violent.

Due to White Blood Dungeon's violence, the heartless boss suffered losses and might withhold wages again to recover.

Having their wages withheld, the Sealed Items become irritable again and want to rise up in revolt...

Why does this feel like a cycle?

So Gong Qiying shared his thoughts with Irene.

Upon hearing him, she fell silent too.

"I've truly never thought of it like this ..." Irene murmured, covering her face, "I need to think carefully about what to do next..."

It's really hard to support such a group of people.

By now, Gong Qiying understood the reason for the spiritual power anomaly of White Blood Dungeon, and it had nothing to do with the Demon Clan at all.

Moreover, he had just taken the time to carefully examine all aspects of White Blood Dungeon while picking spoils, ensuring that they didn't have a second Dungeon, so it was impossible for them to bring people over from the Demon Clan.

Therefore, White Blood Dungeon's suspicion can be ruled out.

Looking at the dazed Irene in front of him, Gong Qiying couldn't help but frown.

The City Lord whom Red Teeth initially requested him to investigate has now been thoroughly checked, and for now, none of them seem to have any suspicion of collaborating with Demon Clan.

Could the real culprit still be someone else, and perhaps Red Teeth's designated range isn't entirely accurate? It's excusable if there's an error.

After today's verification at White Blood Dungeon, the fact that there's no Demon Clan Dungeon can directly eliminate most of the suspicion.

Holy Light Underground City is likely the least possible to associate with Demon Clan, given their temperament. At the first moment of meeting the Demon Clan, they might open fire with all their weapons.

As for Blast Flame Underground City, honestly, the City Lord Flame Fire once mentioned the Abyss in a chat with Gong Qiying, which might seem suspicious. But later, they never talked about similar topics again and focused on exchanging flames, so the suspicion also seems minimal.

Furthermore, during their battle, Gong Qiying also checked Blast Flame Underground City. Indeed, the opposite didn't have any Dungeon within the Demon Clan's territory.

Without a Demon Clan Dungeon, it's impossible to accommodate the Demon Clan, and even less possible to collude with them.

With this in mind, Gong Qiying shook his head.

He should first report the situation here to Red Teeth.

"Here you go, an interest-free loan for ten years."

With a flick of his hand, he tossed the Spiritual Power Card under Irene's cloak, causing her to let out a joyful scream.

Gong Qiying swiftly dodged her as she attempted to grab his leg before she could cling like a sloth.

By the way, there was one more thing, Irene wanted to borrow White Blood Church.

"Why?" He asked casually.

In front of him was a City Lord with considerable potential and talent, having unique insights in map design. At least compared to most of the City Lords he had encountered, it would be nice to regard the loan of Spiritual Power and White Blood Church as an investment.

"I want to learn and make some progress," Irene answered without hesitation, "Besides, I want to add some new features to the Dungeons so everyone can stay here peacefully."

Right, she had mentioned she didn't know why some Sealed Items who originally lived quietly in the Dungeons suddenly went out and didn't return.

"I am really worried about the safety of those who haven't returned. I've been concerned that the Magician of those years might still be watching over us. If indeed something unfortunate happened after they left..."

Irene shook her head fiercely to throw those bad thoughts out of her mind.

"Maybe they just got bored of living in White Blood Dungeon, and if that's the case, I ought to offer something new to keep everyone here."

Regarding the population loss issue of White Blood Dungeon, alas, Gong Qiying wasn't aware of the specific situation, so he couldn't provide any solutions now.

If time permits, he can visit the city where White Blood Dungeon is located. It's not far from Hepa Town, just that the journey might be a bit dangerous.

But what journey would be more dangerous than the Western Continent?

"If you have any questions, feel free to ask anytime."

Gong Qiying extended his hand toward her.

"Does this mean... you've agreed to lend it to me?" Irene asked carefully, filled with anticipation.

"Of course."

"Yay, long live the sponsor!"

Two pale, cold hands emerged from the cloak, grabbing Gong Qiying's arm and shaking it vigorously, almost snapping his frail arm.

"Stop, stop, you can borrow White Blood Church, but I do have a condition."

He quickly shook off this somewhat crazy girl and raised a finger:

"Whether you plan to use White Blood Church directly in your Dungeon or remodel it slightly, I need you to collect feedback from the adventurers entering this map and report back to me. The more intense their reactions, the better."

"For research purposes? Are you going to create more intense, sinister, and intricate Dungeons?" Irene's eyes lit up instantly, providing a reason on her own.

"Yes, exactly."

"No problem, I can definitely do it!"

Thus, with Irene's voice ringing out to "send off the sponsor," Gong Qiying returned triumphantly.

Not mentioning the initial reason for coming here, just considering the outcome...

The great Sain Dungeon has saved another pitiful soul on the verge of bankruptcy and extinction—Sain is indeed great, need we say more!

Soon after he left.

While organizing her gains, Irene suddenly received a letter from Youlesa, the Bonds Dungeon Lord.

Youlesa was one of the few friends she could talk to, and she had helped solve Red's crisis back then.

"I can provide some spiritual power for your emergency needs—how much do you need? Just tell me!"

Smiling at the letter, Irene replied.

"No need, I've found a sponsor, Gedwin from Sain Dungeon has helped me a lot."

The other side, in Bonds Dungeon, upon receiving a reply from her friend, Youlesa let out a sigh of relief, not expecting that the one helping Irene would be Gedwin, their previous collaborator.

She couldn't help recalling their past cooperation and sighed: "Mr. Gedwin is truly a kind gentleman."

Her good impression of Sain Dungeon significantly enhanced.

While sighing, she wrote a letter to inquire how Irene was helped. The reply came as prompt as ever, and she immediately opened the letter.

"Master Gedwin hit me, and then he gave me money."

Stiff as a statue, Youlesa held onto the letter.

After a long pause, she suddenly staggered in place.

"Hey!!!???"