The souls of Boss Monsters, each of imnse value, were casually packed into a bag. He couldn't even begin to describe his current state of mind.
Not long after, a detailed exchange list was drawn up by him.
[Soul of the Chaos Witch] can be exchanged for three items: [Krag's Magic Sword], [Blade of Chaos], or the [Chaos Protection] which significantly enhances adaptation and aggressiveness of the Chaos Fla.
Recomnded for Magicians or those engaged in Magic and Martial Dual Cultivation, as each reward offers substantial intelligence boosts.
[Core of the Steel Giant Puppet] can be exchanged for three items: [Giant Puppet Axe], [Dragon Bone Fist Glove], and the [Giant Puppet Ring] which hugely increases strength and life force.
Highly recomnded for Berserkers to exchange for a [Giant Puppet Ring]; it's practically a brute's must-have... But can a pure brute actually clear Sain Ancient City?
[Soul of Smough] can be exchanged for two items: [Smough's Great Hamr], and the [Executioner's Ring] which greatly enhances thunder adaptation and endurance.
Perhaps after exchanging for the Executioner's Ring, one could go challenge Ornstein? At least they wouldn't get charred black by his extraordinary thunder anymore.
Fingerley, carrying the Blade of Chaos, Giant Puppet Ring, and Executioner's Ring, bid farewell to the Giant Blacksmith.
There didn't seem to be much left to do next, leaving the Dungeon or staying here was both an option, and going back to discuss the future strategy of Sain Dungeon exploration might not be a bad idea either.
However, just as they walked out from the Giant Blacksmith's building, under the sky of Yanor Londo, the ground suddenly shook.
It was as if so gigantic thing had turned over, the sensation was too strong to ignore.
"What's going on?"
Before they could express their surprise, everyone was suddenly presented with magic words ford by azure crystals before their eyes:
[A path to the Duke's Library has opened sowhere]
"Duke's Library?"
An unexpected event outside the plan barged in, where was this place, never heard of it before.
After thinking for a mont, Fingerley said:
"We can't just head back without finding this place's entrance first, it just doesn't sit right."
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Dal, accompanied by the Fran Guard, exited the Sain Dungeon.
The materials they carried in with them were exactly the sa upon exiting, no changes whatsoever.
Looking up at the sky, they had entered a bit after noon, and now the night sky was still pitch black, implying less than two hours had passed, making it the quickest exit from the Sain Dungeon in recent days.
He dismissed the Fran Guard on the spot, announcing a two-day rest period, then headed to the bustling stalls surrounding the Teleportation Gate, looking to grab so supper.
He also released his giant wolf, intending to reward it with so fine food.
Upon release, the giant wolf yawned and was sowhat reluctant to leave its Elf Ball, seemingly finding more comfort in there than running wild outside.
Dal shook his head helplessly, as all indications from the giant wolf suggested that the Elf Ball was an exceedingly cozy nest for them, so much so that it encouraged constant lounging.
This wouldn't do, lazing about too long erodes the will to strive.
"Boss, four roasted whole pig legs, one plain while the other three extra spicy for my buddy to eat."
Dal visited his regular barbecue stand, the owner hailed from Bed City, and was sowhat of an old acquaintance.
Given the owner's affiliation as a Starfire Church believer, opening a shop in Hepa Town went very smoothly, and he even received so perks. For Dal, being able to savor the flavors from Bed City was certainly a ntal refresh.
"Alright, it'll be done soon."
A sowhat unfamiliar voice replied, and Dal looked up, slightly taken aback, to find a new apprentice the owner had hired, currently sweating buckets over his work due to inexperience.
"Where's your boss?" he couldn't resist asking.
"Ah, don't ntion it, the boss is at ho playing the lancholic mushroom." sighed the apprentice.
"A lancholic... mushroom?"
What kind of bizarre taphor was this?
"What happened?"
"You don't know?" the apprentice retorted slightly, "Oh, you just ca out of the Dungeon? No wonder, this just happened within the last few hours."
Did it occur around the sa ti the Fran Guard entered the Dungeon?
Dal felt a surge of curiosity, but then the apprentice casually ntioned:
"You know the Skyrim Strategy Group, right?"
At the ntion of the Skyrim Strategy Group, Dal felt an uncanny sense of foreboding.
Not for any specific reason, but because the na was often associated with so, well... unique incidents.
The apprentice nonchalantly continued, "The leader of the Skyrim Strategy Group made a statent, claiming that gods can be killed, and even Gwyn supports this notion. Moreover, Gwyn apparently doesn't favor re praying followers, and is waiting for soone to take him down, or sothing along those lines."
"Oh, by the way, she didn't just fabricate this; she provided so footage to substantiate her claims."
"I was busy grilling and didn't see it myself, but from what others have said, there was this huge snake speaking, and Luluwo basically recited what it said."
The apprentice sighed while sprinkling chili powder on the skewers.
"Anyway, after my boss heard this, he didn't co back to work again, left the stall to and went ho to sulk in the corner, just like a mushroom."
Dal's jaw dropped upon hearing this.
Wow, did Luluwo just go and spill everything that the World Serpent Furaamte said?
Since Furaamte's words might have a special impact on Scaroon, Dal was considering consulting Hevi and the others before making any public announcents.
Yet, the Skyrim Strategy Group so generously made the information public!?
"The footage is currently being shown on the square, if you head there now, you might still catch it."
"I'll head over there right away." Dal leapt up and dashed towards the square.
"Hey, what about your barbecue?"
"Just give it to my wolf, it has money!"
In a matter of minutes, Dal had reached the edge of the square.
The reason for only reaching the edge was due to the dense crowd packed inside and out, making any attempt at polite entry feel like scaling a mountain.
The scene was even more chaotic than he imagined.
"Aaaah, I've been praying devoutly all day; are my contributions to God truly zero?"
"Gwyn King, why! Why!"
"Can gods really be killed, can they truly...?"
All around were people yelling and wailing, so collapsing and convulsing on the ground, others flailing their arms wildly, turning their actions into performance art.
Most of those gathered were followers of the Starfire Church, attracting onlookers from other Churches too.
"Heh, so these people got backstabbed by their god, poor souls, hahaha."
The Golden Bishop, looking down from above, was smiling as he observed the madness.
Then soone in the crowd was heard saying:
"If the gods within the Sain Dungeon can be killed, then, does that an the Golden God I worship can also be slain?"
The Golden Bishop's eyes widened at the realization—who on earth was tactlessly bringing trouble to the Golden God Sect?
The statent spread like wildfire in a cotton mill, swiftly engulfing not just the Starfire Church, but every Church involved in this congregation.
Despite attempts to clarify that their respective gods couldn't be killed, in such chaos, all explanations appeared powerless and ineffective.
This night, for Scaroon, was indeed an explosive one.
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