Who Designed This Underworld Dungeon?
Chapter 285 - 220: The Elf Aunt Who Might Be an Enemy

Chapter 285: Chapter 220: The Elf Aunt Who Might Be an Enemy

"I’m number one!"

Roger’s excited voice hasn’t stopped since he finished compiling the intelligence.

Gapar and the others got sick of hearing it, and as soon as they entered Bed City, they quickly distanced themselves from this guy who sacrificed sleep and sanity, and each went back to deal with their own affairs.

Although Roger wrote the intelligence summary by pulling an all-nighter, he is still quite exhilarated, probably because these things were entirely his own ideas, and since it’s for his own work, he doesn’t feel tired.

If it was for someone else’s work and involved overtime on some shitty job no dog would even touch, he’d probably feel drained within minutes and start pondering the meaning of life.

Yeah, what is the meaning of life, endless overtime?

Roger didn’t think about such profound things; he didn’t even know where the end of the universe was, how could he possibly know the meaning of life, to him, it was probably finding that bird from his childhood.

"Where should I release the information? The bulletin board over there seems good, lots of people, but it’s too noisy, maybe go to the adventurer’s guild, though fewer people, the elites are there, they’ll definitely recognize the value of my information."

"Right, should I charge for it, hehe, if it sells well I’ll buy more meat for Hathaway, the money should let me lie... cough, let me do some research for a while."

He tilted his head back and downed a Physical Potion, his palm shone slightly, he wiped his face with his hand, using a simple appearance-changing magic to erase all signs of dark circles, making himself look no different from a normal person, just a slightly weaker voice.

"BAM—"

He forcefully pushed open the door, in his mind he had imagined countless times how he would make his entrance, yes, the sound of the door opening should attract everyone’s attention, then I confidently walk to the center under everyone’s gaze and my information gets a popular reception.

But the reality was, people did glance at him, but not a second of silence occurred, people continued discussing their topics fervently.

Ah, this isn’t like what I imagined.

Roger was stunned for a moment, nearly hit by the door swinging back.

It’s okay, even though the initial effect wasn’t quite what I imagined, as long as I go and announce the information, there will definitely be a turnaround.

He unbuttoned his coat, reached for the intelligence stored inside, just as he was pulling it out halfway, he suddenly saw something familiar.

"Huh?"

Roger’s movement paused, staring at an adventurer, not because he saw an enemy or someone who owed money and didn’t pay, but because... the person was wearing a luminous stone mask!

Ah? Isn’t that equipment only obtained from the spade room, why is it appearing here?

Due to the mask, he couldn’t see clearly who the wearer was, but judging from the refined body and aura, it should be a strong elite adventurer, if so, it’s not strange that this person got the mask.

But doesn’t this mean that someone in Bed City already knows the information inside!

Roger hadn’t disregarded this problem, so he made the intelligence on Lake Lienia the highlight, he was acting together with the Sword Saint and Magic Professor, he should know more things.

I still have a chance!

But irritation began rising in his heart, he suddenly overheard a conversation of adventurers at a nearby table.

"Hey, have you heard about Lake Lienia, that new map that’s been really hot lately, it’s said to teleport you to Val City."

"Of course, we’re not deaf, but that place is difficult, until now only elites could get in."

Lake Lienia!

Capturing the keyword, Roger’s pupils shivered, the manuscript in his hand wrinkled somewhat, he continued eavesdropping.

"Difficult? But I heard from someone who went there that the exploration difficulty is even lower than Fran Fort, no disgusting Poison Swamp, and the Monster are quite scattered, plus the scenery is particularly nice."

"Is it? But I heard that the monsters there are very strong, even a lobster can shoot your head from 800 meters."

"Just a lobster? You kidding me? I heard someone encountered a residual shadow person selling cooked lobster claws, could be caught and cooked, how strong can a lobster be?"

Lobsters are f***ing strong, dude, scarier than Soul-sucking Ghosts, Roger couldn’t help cursing in his mind.

He completely stuffed the manuscript back into his inner pocket, pretending to wander carelessly inside the guild, but actually eavesdropping on people’s conversations.

"Mugram is so handsome, I really like the feeling of him stabbing around!"

Men, tone it down.

"Don’t you think the Tutor Hat is sexy, it moans when you dig into it."

That’s outrageous.

"Why didn’t it react when I did it, even said my Intelligence wasn’t enough and hurried me away?"

This guy’s got the makings of a Berserker.

While listening and secretly commenting, Roger despairingly discovered—the information he was ready to disclose had already spread among the adventurers!

Just by eavesdropping, he couldn’t determine exactly what level of information the adventurers had, inevitably there were some omissions.

In fact, the Skyrim Strategy Group, Luluwo and others knew less information than Roger, lacking about Academy Gate Town, Curry, Phosphorite Key, and others, after all, since they died once and were teleported out, they quickly headed to Bed City to be the first-hand "uncle party".

Roger’s information still had great value, but now he was hit by the news of "I’m not the first", and he didn’t want to talk about anything.

He sat at the table gloomily for a very long time, finally sighed.

"Let it be, if I’m not number one, then I’m not, better go report to the old man."

The old man refers to Ceder.

Before he and Gapar set off, this branch president of the adventurer’s guild somehow got the news, even personally came to find him, and they reached a deal to share information.

After all, whether it were Gapar, or Professor Turci, or Professor Hades, they are somewhat proud and may not cooperate with him, only Roger might still strive for a piece.

Ceder is considered to be the earliest to see the value of this gold team—mainly because few knew the Sword Saint was allied with the Magic Professor.

"I’ll just go directly to the third floor to find him."

As Roger climbed the stairs, he thought about how to use the reward, he first had to give Mr. Gapar and Professor Turci, and Professor Hades their share, but openly saying I have a deal with Ceder might not be so good, should I exchange the money for gifts to send them?

Thinking this, he knocked and pushed open the door to the branch president’s office.

The soundproofing of this office was indeed good; it was only after he entered that Roger realized Ceder was talking to someone else.

"Sorry to disturb you." He hurriedly stepped back, intending to leave, but was stopped.

"Now that you’re here, don’t leave. It’s a good opportunity to share some news about Sain with Lady Viena," Ceder said, smiling kindly.

Lady Viena?

Roger looked over, puzzled, only to see an Elf with green hair and pointed ears sitting on the sofa, exuding an air of maturity that made one almost want to call her ’Auntie.’

"He is Roger, an expert in the field of Monster research. I’ll be sharing some information about Sain Dungeon with him," Ceder continued, turning to Roger and introducing:

"This is Lady Viena, a Magic Master from Elf Forest, an authority in the field of plant Magic, and yes, she was once a professor at your Magic Association."

"It was only something from over a decade ago; I’m no longer a professor."

Viena smiled and waved at Roger, her smile like that of a charming, approachable aunt, sparking a slight audacity in you.

It’s totally not apparent that she used to be a professor; professors usually aren’t this affable.

Roger, somewhat reservedly, responded to her greeting and sat down on the opposite sofa.

People always feel restrained in the presence of strangers, especially beautiful unfamiliar women.

But why does the name Viena feel so familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere before? Where exactly had he heard it?

"My wayward little princess seems to have made quite a name for herself here," Viena commented, sipping her tea before setting it down.

"One of the first to conquer the Sain Dungeon, such a reputation is among the highest in the adventurer’s circle," Ceder said. "Steeran is outstanding, one of the most exceptional youths I’ve seen in recent years."

Viena nodded in satisfaction, "I came out of the forest having received her distress letter, intending to teach the dungeon a lesson, but it seems she has already overcome the challenges and is thriving. It looks like she doesn’t need me after all."

Oh, so these people were influenced by Steeran. Roger suddenly understood, thinking Elves really do have connections.

"But these past few days, I’ve heard quite a bit about that dungeon," she referred, of course, to Sain.

Ceder realized something and laughed, "I see, even the recently popular Magic Academy has caught your attention."

"You know, I have always respected nature," she suddenly patted her skirt lightly, "Sain has shown signs of Star Magic, and stars belong to nature, so I thought it necessary to take a look."

"And Seth and Hades are here too, right?"

Eh, why suddenly bring up the names of the two professors? Roger asked in surprise.

Viena replied with a sly half-smile:

"Since the reformists are focusing here, I plan to seize all of their research outcomes."

"Stability and immutability are the true essence of magic."

Ah!?

Although Roger didn’t fully grasp the situation, as a student of Seth’s, he felt uneasy.

It’s hostility, isn’t it? Viena was showing hostility towards Seth and the others, right?

Should he slip away now?

While he hesitated, Ceder shifted the topic to him.

"Roger, how did the exploration with the Sword Saint go?"

Well, my turn.

He took a deep breath and pulled out the report summary that had yet to be publicized.

...

Two days later, a weary group of figures arrived outside Bed City.

"Look, isn’t that the Lion Leon? Why is he dressed like a beggar?"

"Nonsense, he’s properly in a vest and cloak, that’s a strong man’s aesthetic, you wouldn’t understand."

"But they look so haggard, they must have undergone terrible suffering."

"It seems their exploration at Lake Lienia wasn’t too successful."

People pointed at the disheveled Leon and his group, drawing everyone’s attention.

"How annoying these people are," Maru complained. "Boss, I’m sleepy meow, I want to go home and sleep."

"Go ahead," Leon nodded weakly, looking as if he had battled for three days and nights in the Enchanting Demon Hall.

Who knows what they had faced in the Magic Academy, but one thought was universal:

The dungeon seems endless.

It’s like they developed a phobia for large maps, their enthusiasm for dungeons nearly extinguished.

Steeran simply didn’t want to talk; she nodded to Leon and his group and staggered home.

Just then, she overheard the conversation of passersby.

"Those Elves have been quite active in Bed City lately, stirring up quite a lot."

Elves? Stirring things?

A bad premonition crept into Steeran’s weary heart.