Who Designed This Underworld Dungeon?
Chapter 223 - 185: The Dungeon Is Rolling Up!?

Chapter 223: Chapter 185: The Dungeon Is Rolling Up!?

Demon Clan remnants!?

When Dal heard this news, he almost lost control of himself.

At this moment, the image of Doslepo surfaced in his mind, followed by scenes of the ferocious Demon Clan, the twisted City of Flesh, and the burning of his homeland.

"What was the discovery time, the scale, were there any casualties..." A series of questions quickly burst out from his mouth.

"Calm down a bit, I only learned about this two days ago. Only a few travelers were attacked, and there hasn’t been a discovery of larger casualties."

Charon spoke, "I have sent people to pursue the traces of the Demon Clan, but these guys are very cunning. It will take some time to truly pinpoint them, at least a week."

"A week... that’s too slow." Dal frowned tightly, wanting to swiftly eliminate the Demon Clan, but there was no faster way to find them.

During battles like the one at Val City, it wouldn’t be strange for the Demon Clan to escape amidst the chaos.

Rather, it’s more surprising that it took this long for someone to discover their traces.

"Regardless of whether the Fran Guard chooses to collaborate with the Bed Family, when there is the latest progress regarding the Demon Clan, I will notify you immediately. The Bed Family will also provide support for extermination operations," Charon said sincerely, "How about that? Here’s my sincerity."

Dal calmed down slightly and said, "Thank you, Count Lord, but I need to consult with everyone on this matter. Sorry, I can’t give you an answer right now."

So far, the traits displayed by Charon, whether it’s sincerity or tactics, are appealing and comforting.

Indeed, his performance is much better than that of Count Philip, and collaborating with such a person might not be bad.

But Dal couldn’t make the decision on his own; he had to seek the opinions of the Fran Guard members.

"No problem," Charon smiled gently, "I believe we can find a mode of cooperation that both sides can accept."

Although the news of the Demon Clan brought anxiety, the atmosphere in the workshop lightened up due to the pleasant conversation between the two.

Luluwo watched Dal becoming suddenly anxious and then looked at Charon who was comforting him, thoughtfully.

The Bed Family wanted to promote training the Fran Guard, and just at this time, the traces of the Demon Clan appeared...

Am I overthinking it, or is this too coincidental?

She threw another berry into her mouth, this time careful not to spray Charon in the face.

Speaking of which, what am I here for? It seems like they haven’t been talking to me at all?

"Miss Luluwo." Just as Dal was lost in thought, Charon finally turned the conversation to her.

"Hmm?" Luluwo blinked her ruby-like eyes and quickly swallowed the berry in her mouth, "Please go ahead."

"I heard that you and your team have been creating something called the ’Speedrun Route’ guide recently and achieved some notable successes."

"That’s right, that’s right."

"From my observation, your guide covers the routes of various areas and the battle analysis of Elite Monsters. It’s very valuable to novice adventurers. Many adventurers who left because of their lack of strength have recently returned. You’ve done commendable work."

Normally, she would modestly and elegantly express her gratitude for such commendation, as nobles do in dramas. If it were the old Luluwo, she might have even stood up to curtsy, perhaps even pretending to lift a non-existent skirt hem.

But after experiencing the terrifying breath of the Lion Ape, she, who had undergone some form of mental transformation, merely smiled and said, "It’s just a small matter."

"But I noticed that there seems to be a gap in the guide," Charon said, "It seems to lack strategies for the area’s Boss Monsters, no?"

Luluwo thought to herself, isn’t that stating the obvious? So far, aside from the Death Ritual Bird, which Boss Monster hasn’t been tough?

Perhaps Gapar quietly completed it, but if he doesn’t say, nobody could ask.

Charon, unaware of her changing expression, continued, "I would like to support the development of strategies targeting the area Boss Monsters, just adding the Bed Family’s name at the end of the guide would suffice, how about that?"

"Sure, sure." Luluwo always welcomed support, adding a name was trivial.

Charon’s smile grew more genuine, "Then, how about we schedule the guide for the Fran Undead Team? If the Fran Guard could defeat the Undead Team, it would be great publicity."

"Don’t worry about that; I’ve been preparing this for a while," Luluwo waved her hand, "after all, I am also an ally of Dal and the others."

"Then I’m relieved. If you need manpower, the Bed Family’s experts can also lend a hand; trust me, they are very professional."

The meeting concluded to everyone’s satisfaction, at least for Charon and Luluwo who appeared to be happy, while Dal still frowned over the news about the Demon Clan.

The Earl invited them to pick some items from the workshop to take as gifts. Luluwo spiritedly took a Warrior Pot tent, while Dal chose three wooden miniatures of Fran Greatswords.

There were three children among the Fran Guard’s logistics personnel, who always clamored for sword practice, but they were too young to handle a real sword.

Before leaving, Charon suddenly called out to Luluwo, and as she looked back puzzled, he circled a location on the map.

"What is this?"

Luluwo looked confused at him; the circled place was a city named Spring Sun City, which was as far as traveling back and forth three times between Val and Bed City.

The city was pretty far away and much smaller than Bed City, and its Lord was just a Viscount.

If there was anything noteworthy there, it might be a dungeon.

Cangyin Dungeon, a forest-themed dungeon known for a type of Elite Monster called the Green Tree Spirit. Its sap could accelerate vegetable growth, which was useful for agriculture, though some magic spells could substitute for its ripening effects.

As for monsters, weapons, treasures, and such, that dungeon had only the standard level, no distinctive features, barely useful.

So, this dungeon was just a small-scale dungeon, hardly influential, completely overshadowed by Sain on the map.

Who knows what the Lord of that dungeon city might feel, oh, maybe he didn’t even qualify to unlock the world map yet.

"If you encounter a bottleneck in creating a strategy for the Fran Undead Team, you might want to check out the Cangyin Dungeon," Charon said. "If you’re interested, contact me. I can lend you the only griffin from my house, and you can get there quickly."

"Uh, thanks, but why should I go there?" Luluwo still didn’t understand.

"Because there have been recent abnormalities there, and there are rumors..."

Charon paused, speaking mysteriously:

"It’s said that these abnormalities are very similar to those involving Sain. Many elements there seem to mirror Sain. If you could be the first to decipher that place, your fame might grow even larger."

"Ah?" Luluwo blinked. "So, there are Curse Frogs and Molten Furnace Knights there too?"

"No, there’s no change in the monsters, which is rather fortunate."

Charon shook his head and continued:

"The ’shadows of Sain’ I mentioned refer to the terrain and some traps, so similar it almost seems like an imitation."

With this, Luluwo looked intrigued.

"Really? I must go and see it for myself!"

After Dal and Luluwo had left, Charon clapped his hands, and suddenly, a lid popped open from another Warrior Pot tent in the corner, and a large man emerged.

It was the Cow-horned Helmet Mercenary who had defeated City of Flesh at the battle in Val City.

"How does it feel, the strength of that Fran Guard?"

The mercenary replied, "It’s good, he’s qualified enough."

"Then I’m relieved," Charon’s smile faded, replaced by a serious demeanor. "Are you sure the steps I’ve taken won’t lead to retaliation?"

"No worries, I’ll take care of everything," the mercenary watched the backs of the two leaving. "Everything is under my responsibility."

"Alright then."

Charon leaned back, looking at the ceiling where a Curse Frog stained glass was depicted, and said:

"I sometimes fear in my sleep that your kind will go on a rampage in the city."

The mercenary frowned, "My subordinates are highly intelligent, not like ordinary ones who can’t control themselves. Take back what you said."

"Alright, alright, I take it back."

Charon sighed helplessly, muttering to himself:

"If our collaboration gets out, perhaps the King would even honor me with a medal, at the very least a Kingdom Hero Medal, haha, the world really has strange creatures like you..."

Meanwhile, Dal walked heavily back to the farm.

That some subordinates of the Demon Clan from Doslepo were still alive was undoubtedly bad news; they needed to be eradicated quickly.

But another problem arose.

With the current strength of the Fran Guards, could they really hope to stand against the Demon Clan?

Dal held little hope; everyone was still in training stages, and only about ten of them could be considered to have real combat strength, with Wesker and Klan only rated as "hopeful for the future."

Despite having boosted their basic capabilities quickly with the help of the bonfire, their battle experience and skill still required much time for practice.

There’s no way to master it quickly, unless...

Dal suddenly thought of the Painting World. He almost despaired when he had been trapped inside, dying and reviving, unable to leave without clearing it.

Correspondingly, his experience in dealing with traps had skyrocketed during that period, undoubtedly a significant self-enhancement.

Unfortunately, that Painting World was too dangerous to let the current members of the Fran Guards train there.

If there were a less dangerous Painting World where these people could train, that would also be a good way to quickly boost their strength.

Right, so far only the painting of the Wolf Knight has been discovered. Could there be others in the future?

Thinking this, he returned to the farm, seeing several children staring eagerly at the adults training, their eyes filled with longing.

Dal smiled, handing them replica Fran Greatswords, naturally winning the cheers of the children, which also caught the attention of others.

"Great, Big Brother is finally back."

People showed excitement upon seeing Dal, as if they had something great to share.

"What’s up?" Dal asked.

"Big Brother, look at this!" Wesker suddenly pulled out a scroll and unfolded it in front of Dal, proudly declaring, "Klan and I got this while hunting!"

Klan pushed up non-existent glasses, feigning modesty with his suggestive action: "It’s a new Painting World."

A new Painting World?

Dal quickly took it over. This time, it wasn’t just painting fragments, but a whole piece!

[Painting "Hawkwood"]

[Depicting a member of the Fran Undead Team, perhaps an opportunity to experience a fragment of his memory]

In the painting, a man dressed in the Undead Team’s uniform but without a helmet sat disheartened on stone steps.

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