Who Designed This Underworld Dungeon?
Chapter 291 - 225 What is the Use of a Forging Stone?

Chapter 291: Chapter 225 What is the Use of a Forging Stone?

"You’re saying that once someone enters the town, every time they teleport they’ll end up here!?"

"That can’t be right, my kin are still outside!"

Steeran shook the shoulders of the person in front of her, her face flickering with complex emotions: one part nervousness, two parts anxiety, three parts helplessness, and four parts wanting to laugh.

Huh, wanting to laugh?

Just thinking about how much suffering they would endure without my guidance, how can one not feel like laughing?

"Why didn’t you include this in the strategy guide?" She pretended to be furious as she hit the person opposite her on the chest. "Now my kin are all doomed."

The Strategy Group’s writer, Luluwo, who somehow appeared here, shrugged helplessly and said: "We just wrote it in the latest edition, haven’t had the chance to send it out yet, everyone needs a rest, right?"

There’s currently no competitor on the same level, so the Skyrim Strategy Group hasn’t felt any sense of crisis.

She craned her neck to look behind her and asked: "By the way, have Leon and the others arrived? I have good news."

"I don’t follow them around every day."

Without her relatives around, Steeran felt inexplicably more relaxed, and not even her posture needed to be so upright.

Going out to search for them wasn’t an option, who knows where they had been teleported to, hopefully, they can quickly reach a safe area.

Looking around, Academy Gate Town was filled with big and small colorful tents, all belonging temporarily to adventurers; some people even slept outdoors, simply grabbing handfuls of water grass, drying them over a campfire, and then wrapping themselves with it for sleep.

Looking at this, adventurers are like cockroaches, aren’t they? They can find a way to survive no matter the environment, this "must survive" life force is truly impressive.

But doesn’t anyone think to fix up the empty houses and use them?

"Is that a Forging Stone?"

She suddenly discovered, what many used to weigh down their tents looked familiar, and upon closer observation, these were not ordinary stones, but Forging Stones!

Since no one knows how to use the Forging Stones produced from the Sain Dungeon currently, everyone treated them like junk, Glowing Stones being more valuable.

"It’s a bit of a waste," Steeran shook her head, believing strongly that everything produced from the Sain Dungeon is of use, it’s just that the correct method of use hasn’t been found yet. Forging Stones must be the same.

Recently, weren’t there adorable cat forging masters appearing in the Forest Area? Perhaps there are similar functions, using Forging Stones waiting to be discovered by everyone.

But talking about this now is useless.

Glancing around, roughly more than fifty people loiter around, but considering the large size of the town which spreads everyone out, it feels like there are fewer people, and many are probably adventuring outside.

A line had formed in front of Wandering Merchant Curry’s stall, people buying all sorts of goods, and if someone took too long picking out their items, they’d be scolded by those waiting behind them.

Near Curry, there were several intact houses, all decorated similarly, which had been converted into a temporary base by the Skyrim Strategy Group. Several ordinary-looking anvils and forges were placed outside, seemingly cleared out from inside the houses.

Steeran noted that everyone seemed to buy plain jerky, perhaps they hadn’t brought enough food when entering the dungeon?

"Notice this, isn’t it a great business opportunity," Luluwo noticed her gaze and said with a cheeky smile: "If we could consistently bring supplies like food here to sell, we’d make a fortune."

"It’s only now during the pioneering period that we can make money. Once the Earl realizes, he’ll build up the area around the Teleportation Gate, then these businesses will still belong to the big corporations."

Steeran looked far into the future, then turned her gaze back to Luluwo, asking, "What was that good news you wanted to mention?"

"It doesn’t matter if I tell you in advance."

Luluwo snapped her fingers, a confident smile curling at the corner of her mouth.

"After much contemplation, we now have a preliminary idea on solving the Crystal Elder..."

"The key lies in the number of people."

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The sky is vast, the fields are endless. The wind blows low the grass... well, there’re no cattle or sheep, but there’s plenty of seafood.

"Crackle pop!"

On a hill that surfaced above the water, a campfire crackles, it’s just an ordinary flame, not magical fire.

A large lobster claw is being roasted over the fire, its red-hot appearance looks delicious enough to make one forget how bravely its owner had once battled.

Looking around the hill, everything looks uniformly the same, the fog too thick to clearly see distant scenery, who knows what dangers hide in the thick fog.

Speaking of which, who in their right mind would have a BBQ on a hill fraught with crisis?

"Are we really going to eat this?" Merca made a face of dislike. "Aren’t we supposed to promote that we are vegetarians?"

"Trick the outsiders, you really think elves are nature avatars who only drink nectar and chew leaves?" Lizna cracked open the lobster claw, revealing the white meat inside. "Eating well gives us strength to continue."

"I won’t eat; I want to stay true to people’s beautiful image of elves." Kunan, the cool elf, was resolute, practically embodying his belief as he pulled up weeds from the ground.

Everyone was used to such scenes, honestly addressing their own desires, each gathered around the fire waiting for the food to cook.