Who Designed This Underworld Dungeon?
Chapter 215 - 182 We Call Fran Guard (8000 words requesting monthly ticket)_2

Chapter 215: Chapter 182 We Call Fran Guard (8000 words requesting monthly ticket)_2

"Catch me if you can~"

"Wait, don’t leave, you haven’t punished me yet!"

"Don’t look at me, old man; I’ve lived so many years and I’ve never seen such a spectacle, definitely not using any calming technique."

"Captain! Please stop messing around!"

The scene was chaotic, and Leon’s mind was also a mess; the place looked like an assembly of the mentally disturbed.

Luckily, it was only members of both teams here, no worries about idle gossip spreading. If a third party were to witness this, Leon wouldn’t mind making them lose their memory personally.

"Snap!" A slight noise suddenly came from the direction of the door.

The noisy chaos at the scene suddenly stilled, everyone’s gaze turning towards the door.

After what seemed like an eternity, the door "creaked" open, and a very embarrassed Dal emerged from behind it.

"Um, you go on playing, I’ll leave first, won’t disturb you," he said as he was about to close the door.

"..."

Leon and Luluwo’s gazes simultaneously sharpened, the two reaching a consensus in an instant.

Losing face in front of your own people is no big deal, but if a third party witnesses the whole thing, it’s a different matter.

"Grab him!" x2

Not much later, tranquility finally returned to the bell tower.

At a long table that seemed designed for noble feasts, at one end sat the Strategy Group, at the other the New Strategy Group, and in the middle, Dal who was sweating bullets.

He seemed to have seen something he shouldn’t have, and now he couldn’t escape.

Just now, the three parties had harmoniously reached a consensus: never to speak of what they had just seen.

Although it was called a harmonious exchange, in reality, it was just Dal being unilaterally pressured by both groups, the back of his shirt almost soaked.

At the end of the table, Leon had a grim face, adopting Commander Ikari’s signature pose.

His gaze swept back and forth between Dal and the New Strategy Group, his frown tight enough to kill a Monster.

On the other side, Berto, whose heart had nearly stopped from fright, was incessantly lecturing Luluwo, who unfortunately acted like "the Slime reciting scriptures to deaf ears".

As for Maru, Drew, and Tal, these three disgracefully showed an indifferent attitude, watching Leon with a smile, curious how he would solve this incident.

Damn it, I’m never taking hits for you again! Leon fumed.

The atmosphere fell into an eerie silence, as if time had dragged for ages, until Leon finally spoke up:

"Luluwo."

"Present!" Luluwo straightened up.

"You want me to forgive you, right?"

"Uh, more precisely, I’d like you to punish me, the word ’forgive’ seems a bit too selfish, so this whip..."

"I don’t want that, throw your whip away!"

"Ah!"

Startled by the shout, Luluwo let out a small scream and obediently tossed the whip on the floor, which Berto swiftly kicked away.

"Dal."

"Hmm... Huh?" Dal belatedly looked up, his expression tense.

"You want to seek cooperation, right, to jointly train the survivors of Val City?"

"Yes, that’s right."

"Let’s do it then."

Leon stood up, expressionless, "Luluwo, you go help Dal train the newbies. When you can get them to stand on their own, I’ll forgive you."

"Eh, is this punishment a bit too light?" Luluwo tried to argue.

"Shut up!"

"Ah!"

"That’s settled then, don’t bother me again!"

Leon slammed the table furiously and turned to leave, but his departing steps looked more like a hasty retreat.

"So..."

Dal didn’t know what kind of expression to wear, forcing a smile to the members of the New Strategy Group.

"Happy collaboration?"

"Happy... collaboration."

Luluwo stared blankly at the whip, Berto was busy lecturing, Aisam wouldn’t speak in such situation.

Thus, Mila, the only remaining ’normal’ person in the team had to bear the responsibility.

Time flew, and the next day at Dal’s farm.

"I didn’t expect you to actually think about reforming the Fran Undead Team, a legendary organization lost in history is being revived today, newcomers taking over the legacy of their predecessors to thoroughly root out the Demon Clan linked with the Abyss."

"Moreover, the newcomers all harbor deep hatred for the Demon Clan, the demons could never imagine that their evil deeds would awaken a group of beasts that were supposed to be dormant!"

Luluwo took a deep breath, excitedly saying, "This feels so fateful, I love it, I’m definitely helping out!"

It’s not merely for the sense of fate, Dal shook his head slightly but did not voice this thought.

"Let’s go, everyone is gathered ahead, they’ve all heard about you and are looking forward to meeting you."

Upon hearing this, the energy of the New Strategy Group surged.

On the way there, Dal surreptitiously sized up the members of the Strategy Group.

Their performance today was a stark contrast to yesterday’s, which looked like a group of lunatics having a dance party.

Although Luluwo’s behavior was still a bit off today, the rest had become much more normal, including the rest of the New Strategy Group.

"Oops." Ais unexpectedly kicked a stone, the intense pain of her little toe hitting the pebble only understandable by those who have experienced it.

Yet she blushed, seemingly in rapture.

Dal silently withdrew his previous assessment; he had underestimated the New Strategy Group.

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