"Ah? Who's there!"
Hearing the movent from the City Lord Panel, Irene instinctively cried out.
The reaction was akin to suddenly hearing the ho phone ring when one is furious, a feeling familiar to many as extrely maddening.
After all, her luck has been a bit off recently, and anything coming from the City Lord Panel usually isn't good news.
So, Irene grumbled and opened the panel to check the ssage.
[Application for projection sent by the City Lord of Sain Dungeon]
"Huh!?"
She let out an extrely shocked cry, almost jumping up.
"Thi-this guy? Gedwin actually replied to ? How is that possible!"
The round, cloaked figure stirred, clearly showing how shocked she was.
"I sent ssages to so many people, and he was the first to reply... he actually replied to !?"
Irene's tone was filled with a mix of shock, surprise, joy, confusion, and even a bit of inexplicable emotion, far more complex than an average person's.
Her intense reaction was because she truly didn't expect a response from Sain Dungeon.
More accurately, she hadn't expected any City Lord to acknowledge her, even if it was only the complex-feeling Gedwin.
"Has Gedwin not heard about from others?"
A question mark rose above Irene's head.
Actually, Sain Dungeon was the last one she sent a letter to, asking for a loan.
Before this, she had sent similar letters to every City Lord she knew, ranging from Scaroon's local dungeons to other foreign dungeons like the Red Teeth Dungeon and Glory Dungeon, and so on.
In the end, those letters vanished without a trace, with no response whatsoever coming back.
Surprisingly, Irene was able to accept this bleak outco.
Because she seed to frequently borrow money from others, and her repaynt dates were sowhat irregular...
The irregular repaynt wasn't her intention; mainly, her dungeon's revenue capability often fluctuated greatly, making it truly challenging to take care of everyone!
She wanted to repay the money; she completely didn't want to be branded as a habitual defaulter!
The result was that even the kindest and most considerate Red Teeth didn't respond this ti, perhaps thinking of teaching her a lesson before sending money at the last mont.
After all, Red Teeth had done so before; such a benevolent old grandfather!
"There's no way around it, designing dungeons really drains spiritual power..."
A powerless groan emanated from beneath Irene's cloak.
If it were in the past, Red Teeth's behavior wouldn't have been much; she would have felt she deserved a bit of scolding. But the situation now was different.
The fragile balance of inco and expenditure in the White Blood Dungeon was suddenly disrupted. If other City Lords intended to leave her unattended until the last mont, the spiritual power in the White Blood Dungeon might already be insufficient, and she would be on the verge of being eliminated.
Unfortunately, no matter how much she pleaded and wailed for assistance in her letters, the "cold and indifferent" City Lords wouldn't imdiately send her money.
Sain Dungeon was her last choice when she found herself cornered.
If she wasn't really at a dead end, she wouldn't dare to ask a dungeon she had previously provoked many tis for a bit of spiritual power aid. Initially, she speculated that the best outco would be being mocked and scolded before possibly receiving so spiritual power alms, while the worst outco... she didn't even dare to imagine.
Could Gedwin be trying to project here just to mock ?
This thought suddenly popped into Irene's mind; it's unavoidable, as people's thoughts tend to beco particularly sensitive in such monts.
But, even if it turns into that kind of terrible outco, isn't it her own doing?
"If he mocks and I smile along, could I secure so assistance..."
Murmuring softly to herself, Irene reluctantly decided to accept the application.
"I really accepted it, I really did..."
A rather dejected voice ca from beneath the cloak, like a gambler realizing their extre descent into despair and wishing to repent.
Although she accepted the application, there should be so ti before Gedwin arrives. Shouldn't I tidy up a bit? No, no, maybe a ssy room would elicit more sympathy. Should I put on makeup to look even more haggard, just in case Gedwin has a sadistic streak...
A myriad of chaotic thoughts swirled in Irene's mind. She even speculated on what Gedwin's first words might be upon arrival: sympathy, mockery, or outright cursing?
How should she address him? Calling him just Gedwin might seem disrespectful to a patron, but calling him Lord Gedwin might make her seem too humble. Should she go ahead and call him sir like those big landlords?
While she was lost in her random thoughts, Gong Qiying's figure gradually materialized in the City Lord's room, and it wasn't until he was fully ford that she snapped out of her frantic reverie.
Irene stiffly turned around to sneak a peek at this Sain City Lord, who was rumored to have brutally beaten up the Fla Fire and his followers. She opened her mouth, cautiously speaking with a slightly hoarse voice:
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