Grand Dad Is The Pervert God
Chapter 170: Planning Of Families

Chapter 170: Planning Of Families

Eros caught on to the game pretty fast and spun to face Amanda and Ngozi. "Looks like the royal family’s got the dungeon on lockdown, and they’re charging an entry fee. We could easily pay up and dive in, but rushing in blind? That’s just asking for trouble. We need the lowdown on who else is after the Anchor stone. Remember, knowing what’s up is half the battle."

Amanda and Ngozi exchanged a quick glance, a silent convo passing between them, before they both nodded at Eros. "Cool," he said, pleased with the quick agreement. "Let’s split up and scoop up all the intel we can. Meet back here in an hour."

With the plan set, they moved. Ngozi slipped away so smoothly, it was like she became one with the shadows, while Amanda slinked into the crowd, her movements as fluid as a snake.

Eros, meanwhile, took a sharp turn down a nearby alley. He knew that if you wanted the real dirt, you headed straight for the slums. That’s where the whispers of the streets could tell you everything you needed to know and more.

True to Eros’s hunch, information flowed freely with a little silver. Under a fig tree, a guy who looked like he knew things that others didn’t, spilled the beans for a few coins.

But just as Eros had met him, someone else was also leaving the Informants presence. She wore a cloak to hide her features and half a mask to cover her face.

She dressed poor, and looked as if she was worth practically nothing. However, a few things quickly caught Eros’s attention. The first was the fact that no poor person would meet such an informant. with the kind of expense these people gave for information, it was far easier to just pay for the fee into the dungeon and be done with it.

Secondly, her scent had entered into his nose, and she smelled too sweet to be poor. Evidently, her skin had soaked in perfumed baths for the most of her life.

Even dressing up in rags was not going to remove such a nice inviting smell from her body.

Thirdly, the very familiar sense of cultivation and danger was about her body.

In fact, this was further proven in her walking step.

She gave dry coughs, evidence of her illness as she continued on her way. Eros turned to her figure, his sharp eyes trailing her body.

Purely on instinct, she also paused and turned to him, but immediately ran out of sight.

"Interesting!" Eros commented as he turned to address the informant.

The royal guards had swarmed the dungeon from the get-go, acting more like bouncers than explorers.

They didn’t enter; they just kept watch, collecting entry fees from anyone daring enough to venture inside. It was a clever setup. After all, the Anchor stone was a prize no one would willingly share, so why not turn it into a revenue stream?

The informant had more to share. A group had braved the dungeon early on—seven went in, but only two stumbled out, battered and broken.

One was comatose; the other didn’t last long after. Their tale turned the dungeon into a den of nightmares, with only the truly desperate or insanely brave trying their luck.

Yet, the lure of the Yellow Anchor stone, with its promise of healing, was too potent to ignore. It drew people in droves, some so poor they sold everything for just one shot at glory.

Eros mulled over this. The dungeon was a death trap, yet the Anchor stone’s call was irresistible. It was a high-stakes game, and they were all in, playing for keeps.

The informant hinted at more juicy details, and Eros, catching on, greased his palm with additional silver. Satisfied, the man dived deeper into the labyrinth of secrets surrounding the dungeon.

It wasn’t just a few brave souls venturing into the dark anymore; alliances were forming like cliques in a high-stakes schoolyard. Families brought their private armies, while others hired mercenaries, turning the quest into an arms race for the mystical Anchor stone.

"The big players are having a pow-wow as in an hour time," the informant whispered, leaning closer. "Word on the street is, they’ve got the inside scoop. That bloke who barely made it out alive spilled the beans before he hit snooze mode for good. They’re talking monsters, maps, and making it back in one piece."

This meeting was the hot ticket, shrouded in secrecy and filled with the kind of information that could turn the tide for anyone brave or crazy enough to dive into the dungeon’s depths.

Eros understood the gravity of this intel. Knowing who your allies and competitors were was one thing, but getting a leg up on the hows and wheres of the dungeon’s dangers was game-changing.

This wasn’t just about forming a strategy anymore; it was about survival and ensuring they weren’t going in blind against whatever horrors lurked below.

Eros, with a mind swirling with the new intel, decided it was time to regroup with Amanda and Ngozi. He was eager to share the information, but also curious about what his companions had uncovered during their own sleuthing.

Back at their rendezvous point, the air was thick with anticipation as they exchanged findings. Eros laid out what he had learned about the alliances, the strategic meeting of the powerful families, and the crucial information that had been extracted from one of the dungeon’s few survivors. He half-expected his revelations to be the day’s headline.

However, Ngozi had a bombshell of her own. Her ability to meld with the shadows had led her to a discovery that cast a new layer of intrigue over their quest. She uncovered that the Cult of the Grand Order, shrouded in mystery and dark intentions, had infiltrated the scene. This was no ordinary player in the game for the Anchor stone; the cult’s involvement suggested there were higher stakes at play.

Eros nodded, "so they came after all!"

Search the lightnovelworld.cc website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.