"What the hell is this..."
Gong Qiying looked at this letter that was truly unexpected and tilted his head in puzzlent for a mont.
Although doing a head-tilt with the appearance of an animated corpse is not cute at all; it might even make people wonder if his head is going to fall off.
The White Blood Dungeon, it's one of the three dungeons I'm keeping an eye on, and it's the only one left that hasn't been beaten up yet. The City Lord is Irene, right?
Gong Qiying suddenly discovered he almost forgot the other party's na.
He vaguely rembers the White Blood Dungeon Lord Irene as soone who looks quite gloomy and depressed, like a vampire girl who would shut herself in her room all day long. Or more elegantly, a mber of the Blood Clan.
The biggest impression he has of this person can be sumd up in one word:
"Poor."
Gong Qiying shook the envelope he tossed aside, wanting to see if there was sothing else inside that he hadn't noticed before. It turns out there really was sothing.
It's a shell, about palm-sized, scribbled with "gift."
Gong Qiying blinked, he couldn't understand what this was about.
Irene specially wrote him a letter to borrow spiritual power, and even included a shell?
This thing isn't leftover from her fan scallop al, is it?
And the part that Gong Qiying really wanted to ridicule is the content of the letter.
"Love from White Blood Dungeon? Isn't this the phrase I first used..."
Occasionally, so Dungeon Lords would write to Gong Qiying, asking about dungeon design ideas or sothing like that, and those he got along well with would chat casually at tis. Since it was casual, there was no need to be too serious, so Gong Qiying's reply content was written as he pleased.
For example, the sentence "Love from XX Dungeon" was first used by him in the City Lord's letters, and it was evident that it's not a serious signature.
Later on, it sohow turned into a code or a phrase between so familiar acquaintances. Those who could write to him using this sentence were basically familiar.
"I don't rember having any communication with White Blood Dungeon."
Which ans...
"Did Irene purposely write this to please ?"
She even investigated the wording I use when communicating with others!?
So what about that shell...
"Could it be she's trying to imitate Ganhai Dungeon's act of gifting a shell back then, how does she even know about that?"
The more he thought about it, the more he felt the other side was a Divine Man.
Does borrowing so money really require all this effort?
No, wait.
For normal people, there are many more direct ways to borrow money, way more straightforward than beating around the bush.
But for a Dungeon Lord who's long shut-in at ho, ntally gloomy, extrely impoverished, and resents the rich?
The other side might have ntal issues due to excessive spiritual pressure from lack of money.
Although Gong Qiying couldn't divine Irene's ntal state like a fortune teller, it didn't hinder his realization that this was an opportunity.
This is a great chance to thoroughly investigate the White Blood Dungeon.
This poor, weak, and helpless White Blood Dungeon Lord, you wouldn't want to be viewed as an undercover agent assisting the Demon Clan while not having any spiritual power left to spend, right?
If you don't want that, then...
"Things have really escalated quickly."
Gong Qiying pulled back so neon-colored thoughts, got serious, and reexamined the letter.
To be honest, he never thought Irene would lose face to borrow money from him.
Aside from being poor, he basically has no other impression of Irene, you could say he doesn't understand her at all.
It's not his fault for not delving deeper into his task target; it's because Irene herself has never done anything noticeable.
Back when Sain Dungeon was first established at Scaroon, wasn't it imdiately bombarded with exclusion from nurous local dungeons as soon as the news ca out, with various invitations for death matches flooding towards Gong Qiying? Among them, Irene declared war the fastest.
Initially, Gong Qiying's idea was to go through them one by one by order of ti, but later his thoughts llowed out a bit, and he only dealt with Blast Fla Dungeon and Holy Light Dungeon. As for the other dungeons, those City Lords didn't give him the chance to fight; they themselves just disappeared.
"I rember it's over here."
Gong Qiying flipped through the previous records of various death match invitations on the City Lord Panel, finding the White Blood Dungeon only after a long search.
"White Blood Dungeon initially followed Holy Light Dungeon in sending a request for a death match."
"After word got out that Blast Fla Dungeon had been sorted out by , White Blood Dungeon changed the death match to a face-off."
"And after Holy Light Dungeon was taken down, White Blood Dungeon completely vanished."
Irene's thought process was very clear.
Gong Qiying showed a look of understanding, no wonder he was almost unaware of White Blood Dungeon, turns out it's because the other side never sent him face-off invites, how's he supposed to get familiar this way?
"Backed down quite quickly."
He rembered very clearly, after the news that Blast Fla Dungeon was defeated by him spread out, the local dungeons' opposition voices suddenly dropped, and when the most spirited Holy Light Dungeon was "executed," the opposing voices directly disappeared, at this mont, his list of face-off invitations was empty.
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