Who Designed This Underworld Dungeon?
Chapter 228 - 189: The Failed Plagiarist

Chapter 228: Chapter 189: The Failed Plagiarist

When the New Strategy Group landed in Spring Sun City on griffins, they naturally attracted a lot of attention.

Griffins, after all, are not easy to care for. Not only are they ferocious and often hurt people, but they also require dedicated caretakers for their food and drink to prevent them from falling ill in minutes.

Strangely enough, griffins with the ability to fly at high speeds should be in excellent health and not prone to sickness. Eventually, someone discovered that they were only "pretending" to be ill as a way to protest to their keepers, demanding better food and living conditions.

This behavior only happens with domesticated griffins, since wild griffins can’t find wild humans to take care of them.

Not even the viscount of Spring Sun City can afford to keep griffins, and most people in the city have never seen one. When Luluwo and her group landed, naturally, the guards approached nervously, wanting to ask something but not daring to come too close because of the wild beast’s intimidation.

Without guessing, one could tell that they were probably wanting to ask Luluwo about how to accommodate the griffins—after all, it would be a problem if someone got hurt.

Those who ride griffins are either rich or noble. Lowly guards must take care when dealing with them. Just as one guard was mentally organizing a speech that shouldn’t cause offense, he hadn’t got a chance to speak before he saw Luluwo pull out a red and white ball from her bosom.

With a stretch of her hand towards the griffin, the huge creature turned into a stream of light and was sucked into the ball.

"Wow!" The onlooking crowd exclaimed in surprise. What had they just seen? Space Magic!

How did such a large griffin get into such a palm-sized ball?

"That thing called Roger brought out was really quite interesting." Luluwo weighed the Elf Ball in her hand, tucked it into her belt pouch, then with an exaggerated flick of her arm, flung her cape back and said proudly, "Let’s go, buy some supplies, then take a good look at what Cangyin Dungeon is really worth."

To speed up their journey, they hadn’t brought too much luggage, planning to replenish supplies after arriving in Spring Sun City.

"The captain is attracting too much attention," Berto murmured, "It would have been better to land far away in the forest than draw all this unnecessary attention."

Mila responded nonchalantly, "It’s not like you don’t know her personality."

The group naturally ignored the onlookers; they were used to being surrounded by people. As they moved forward, the crowd automatically parted ways for them.

"Go report to the Lord Viscount, these people’s identities definitely aren’t simple." After discussing among themselves, the guards scurried off in a hurry.

Spring Sun City, an inconspicuous small city, its only noteworthy aspect is the vegetables it produces—each being enormous in size, abundant in yield, and tasting better than usual—all thanks to the special products from Cangyin Dungeon.

The vegetables produced here carry some weight in the market. Whether people were driven by curiosity or a genuine desire to taste them, there was no shortage of buyers. Many wanted to see what a potato taller than a person or a giant onion looked like.

While farming wasn’t making Spring Sun City rich, at least the locals lived a stable life, occasionally even indulging in luxuries.

But...

"This doesn’t match what I’ve heard."

Mila looked at the deserted main street, which should have been bustling with people as the largest main road after entering the city.

But it was eerily quiet, with the sparse passersby only adding to the loneliness, so much so that it felt like tumbleweeds might roll by any moment.

It wasn’t completely deserted, but the sparseness gave the impression of a city in decline.

"I remember quite a few trading caravans had permanent bases here," Mila said, surveying her surroundings, "but why are they all closed?"

The sense of decline spread throughout the place. However, there were quite a few adventurers wandering around, seemingly attracted by the disturbance in Cangyin Dungeon.

"It’s normal for Spring Sun City to have become like this."

Berto said, "This place relies on the giant vegetables to get by, and the economy is pretty much centered around them. Once they lose their unique edge, they quickly fall into decay. Think about it: what’s emerged in the surrounding areas recently that could replace them?"

"Oh, I see, it’s Sain Dungeon," Mila immediately caught on.

The huge vegetables produced by Spring Sun City were known for their "gigantic" size, appealing to people’s desire for novelty. But life, when too bland, always requires something fresh for stimulation.

These giant vegetables weren’t cheap, their taste slightly better than the standard versions, but not by much, making them impractical for everyday cooking.

Hence, when the more exotic and delicious food district of Sain Dungeon opened, Spring Sun City rapidly declined at a noticeable pace. The trading caravans that were once stationed here moved to Bed City, and over time, even the local residents started leaving.

What’s the appeal in potatoes larger than a person when you have roasted whole pig from Sain Dungeon, hair and all?

Moreover, the production and supply speed of ingredients from the food district are much faster than those of giant vegetables that still need to be cultivated, and even the prices are more affordable. Perhaps in the future, every household will be able to eat food from the food district.

With that, what edge does Spring Sun City have left?

Mila looked at the city with pity in her eyes. With Sain Dungeon as a perfect substitute, the local Lord was probably going insane.

Had Gong Qiying been here, she would likely have spread her hands innocently.