Who Designed This Underworld Dungeon?-Chapter 1069 - 695: City Lord Banquet (Part 2)
"Haha, I've thought about that question too, but it's useless. Any speculation remains unconfirmed, so instead of worrying, I just don't think about it."
It's just like now, Red Teeth has stopped wondering where Gong Qiying, those Monsters, and the map came from. He's the kind of person who has learned to give up thinking.
"Either ancient humans were stronger than they are now, or under threat from the Sealed Item they would suddenly become strong, otherwise your idea can't be explained." Flame Fire came closer.
"My opinion is that the Holy Light God guided all humanity through every crisis." The follower said with a deliberately calm voice, showing pure devotion.
"Here we go again. Can we stay quiet for a while here, please? Look, I haven't even mentioned the Fire God for a long time."
Flame Fire shook his head helplessly, seeming quite familiar with the follower. He turned to Gong Qiying and said:
"Come on Gedwin, stop thinking about those useless things. It's time to host the usual feast after our successful campaign!"
"Hmm." Gong Qiying nodded.
If what Flame Fire said is true, he actually hopes humans could suddenly become stronger, because that would be more fun.
Because they wanted to test whether the Cross, if destroyed, would resurrect in place, the City Lords did not leave but started the feast right there, which was essentially bringing some drinks over to chat and drink.
The atmosphere on the scene…seemed quite harmonious; you couldn't see any conflict at all, as people gathered to eat and drink.
To be honest, do these people really hate me?
Holding a wine cup, Gong Qiying showed a look of self-doubt.
He hadn't forgotten the task Red Teeth requested; perhaps among these three individuals, there was a traitor, so he observed everyone while drinking, casually inquiring about some information.
Flame Fire and the other two are local City Lords of Scameroon. The fact that an unknown Demon Clan appeared in Scameroon is something the local City Lords know about; what's unknown is that there might be a traitor among the City Lords, and Red Teeth is investigating.
To avoid arousing suspicion, Gong Qiying didn't mention the Demon Clan at all but chatted with them about Dungeon matters, like management and such.
"I only have this one Dungeon, Blast Flame. Although I might win in a life-and-death struggle with someone else and possibly open a branch city, I feel I lack the talent for management, and I can still get by just guarding this one Dungeon for now."
Flame Fire said seemingly casually:
"The people who come to my place are relatively fixed. I can even remember what some of them look like, and thanks to them, I got through the toughest times at first. But some days ago, for some reason, those people rarely come anymore. I thought I might have done something wrong and quickly modified the Dungeon, but it seemed to upset another group of old customers, and they stopped coming too. I had to revise it again; I feel like my brain is half-dead after the changes."
Although he said this with a smile, there was somewhat of a tragic undertone to Flame Fire's words. It's great that he has such a strong character.
"Luckily, Scameroon started a war, and my Dungeon specifically produces materials for large-scale wars. Suddenly, a large batch of people came in, which allowed me to hold on till now, and I now have a lot more spiritual power on hand than before." He said proudly.
Gong Qiying raised his cup to congratulate him but sensed something was amiss and asked, "By the way, why did those fixed people stop coming? Did something happen during that time?"
"I don't know, it's just something that happened a few months ago, less than a year," Flame Fire sighed and shook his head, "Those people used to like coming here to worship the Fire God."
A few months ago, huh? Was there any major event happening a few months ago...
At that time, it seems like the Sain Dungeon had just started out. It shouldn't have anything to do with me. Gong Qiying nodded understandingly, clinking glasses with Flame Fire before refilling his drink and approaching the follower.
"Dungeon? I actually have two. One is right here, and the other is in the Yanor Kingdom. But I haven't really managed the Dungeon over in Yanor, leaving it to a City Lord who lost a life-and-death duel with me. He's managed it quite well, and under my guidance, he now follows the Holy Light faith, a good man worthy of ascension to Holy Light Heaven."
Perhaps due to religious reasons, the follower always spoke with a sense of confidence and pride.
"Managing a Dungeon under the blessing of the Holy Light is super easy. I just need to periodically add things related to our god, and the believers will flock to pray. Hahaha, that's the might of the Holy Light God. Under His blessing, my Dungeon will never disappear!" 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶
After hearing this, Irene was so angry she even crushed her wine cup.
In Sikameirom, the so-called Ten Thousand Religions Country, those smaller churches still hold no real status, with the whole country dominated by three major churches.
One of them is the Holy Light Church. Scameroon is the stronghold of the Holy Light Church, or it might be more appropriate to call it its headquarters since the influence of the Holy Light here is immense.
As long as the Church exists, an underground city with the Holy Light as its banner is like guarding an inexhaustible oasis, even doing nothing won't starve them.
No wonder the speech is so confident; this is someone with a strong foundation.
The follower behaves in a way that doesn't seem fake; it genuinely feels like that of a wealthy landlord's child.
