What else can the survivors of Savis City do but comply? Their numbers are even smaller than the daily flow of people entering and leaving the Sain Dungeon. How could they resist, fight?
However, the adventurers at Sain behaved even more courteously than Fanen and his group imagined. Perhaps they had been badly bruised by various monsters, as they carried a universally humble heart, even if they weren’t masters themselves.
Influenced by Luluwo’s guides with little stories, the adventurers were filled with sympathy for the Reid people.
Now, the few hundred folks of Savis City have beco cherished like giant pandas. Passersby would always take a glance, and so even offered food.
A Reid person could simply sit by the street, and he wouldn’t need to worry about food or clothes all day, maybe even earn a little.
In this context, the Reid people, who naturally loved eating from others’ rice bowls, quickly accepted the adventurers’ presence, actively engaging and helping introduce them to the city, seemingly enjoying the harmony.
"A year ago, I would never have imagined such a magical scene."
Fanen remarked as he and Isha gnawed on the roasted whole pork ribs in their hands, which an adventurer passing by had just fed them.
The two of them were now considered celebrities too. Part of Luluwo’s mini-stories was from Fanen’s perspective, like protagonists, attracting people’s curiosity.
If they hadn’t left ho wearing thick clothes as a disguise, they would have been surrounded for observation as soon as they stepped out.
"No wonder everyone likes dungeons; now I like them too," Isha mused.
Just then, they saw a well-dressed young man who was obviously a noble pacing on the roadside with a frown. Upon seeing them, he walked over, tossed a gold coin, and asked:
"Is the puppet from Hunter’s Dream very popular?"
Fanen had never encountered such a scenario but thought for a mont and nodded affirmatively, saying the puppet lady was indeed adored by everyone.
The young man’s breath quickened slightly: "Then, is there anyone selling puppet-related stuff? Like souvenirs or such?"
"Absolutely none," Fanen answered strangely.
The young man—Count Charon, revealed a joyful expression, muttering to himself, "I knew it, I knew it, my business acun is definitely not inferior to that of Sali! Father, you must be mistaken!"
"Imdiately start the production of puppet-related souvenirs, arrange dals, embossed cards, scaled sculptures! I have a hunch she will be the new popular residual shadow!"
He mumbled to himself like soone who had just struck oil as he walked away.
"What’s his situation?" Isha asked, puzzled.
"People coming from the other side of Sain... they’re all sowhat strange," Fanen pointed to his temple.
Adventurers would do things that Fanen could not comprehend, leaving him scratching his head, but after watching for a while, it beca quite amusing.
There was a kind of neurotic joy about it.
"Finally found you two."
A familiar voice sounded, Fanen turned around, surprised: "Uffie? Is your body healed?"
The one who ca was none other than Uffie, who they hadn’t seen for days. She still carried her spear with flowing white hair, but her brow carried a newfound ease, as if she had resolved a psychological issue.
"I can help you regain human form too," Uffie examined Fanen and said, "However, I’ve specifically co back for you this ti."
"For ?"
"Yes, to ask you sothing."
Uffie raised an eyebrow and said:
"Would you like to return to the Warrior Country with and visit your father’s old ho?"
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Sain Dungeon, City Lord’s room
Gong Qiying was writing a letter stroke by stroke with a smile at the corner of his mouth, finally sending it off.
The letter flashed and appeared before soone.
[To Giant Stone Dungeon]
[Prepare good wine and food, I’m heading your way]
[Gedwin]
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