Chapter 114: Digging a hole, but it will definitely be filled
At midnight, the adventurers' first day of exploration of the Senn dungeon after another mutation officially came to an end.
Both the ancient city and the Bed City were brightly lit, bustling with people, and as lively as a celebration.
According to rough statistics, the number of vendors setting up stalls inside and outside the city has more than doubled, selling their day's harvest.
Almost everyone has made new discoveries. As we all know, the price of items produced in a dungeon is the highest when they are just discovered, so adventurers quickly put out all kinds of new things they have never seen before for sale.
The goods on these stalls are not all props, or there are not many truly useful things, most of them are classic fashion junk.
Someone carried back a few wooden racks from the Fran Fortress. Yes, they were the wooden racks used to tie up people who failed the wolf blood test. The seller was very business-savvy and promoted the wooden racks as sacred objects for special attacks against werewolves.
If you only look at the appearance, it seems to make sense.
Someone plucked up some branches and said that they could be used as an antidote. The reason was that these trees could grow safely in the highly toxic sewage of the Fran Fortress, so they must have detoxifying effects.
The hard horns on Gollum's head, the venom spit out by slugs, the tail of Slowpoke, the dropped items of unknown beasts in the forest area, and even the stones that look a bit strange have all been brought out by adventurers, who can make up a story about some strange experiences and sell them.
Because of their meticulousness and ability in confiscating property, these adventurers would be top-notch protagonists in RPG games - especially those who go door to door to plunder the belongings of innocent NPCs.
These people's customer base is naturally not those experienced adventurers. They are all in the same industry and can tell at a glance whether these things are useful or not.
Therefore, the main customers are the wealthy and free dog owners in the city.
Especially now that a large number of caravans have settled in Bed City, these people either buy the most practical or the most fancy ones, and then package these things and transport them to distant places to sell them to richer and more idle dog owners.
Adventurers can make money, merchants can make money, it is a win-win-win situation, because there is also money to be made in the dungeon.
Even Gong Qiying didn't expect that the adventurers would actually start to take an interest in the little trash, which made him stunned for a moment.
The information on the bulletin board in the center of Bed City is updated every moment. The number of staff responsible for this work has doubled, but it is still unable to cope with the adventurers who are eager to provide information.
Everyone was rushing to exchange all kinds of information, from rough strategies for elite monsters to which patch of mud in the swamp felt as comfortable to step on as milk. The staff responsible for reviewing the information often wondered if the information you gave would be of any use.
Because there were so many people exchanging information, the ranking list had to be suspended from updating. Ranking and rewards could only be determined after two days when everyone's contribution stabilized.
It’s so lively, just like a new event suddenly started in the game.
Before we knew it, Sion Dungeon had gained such a group of loyal fans.
Unexpected yet reasonable.
"Hold a meeting!"
Adventurer's Guild, second floor.
Malu patted the table and everyone in the lounge looked at her.
At this moment, there were about twenty to thirty adventurers in the lounge, all of them were silver-level masters. Almost all the leading adventurers in Bed City had gathered together.
The reason why they chose to meet in the lounge was because this "meeting" was not formal at all. It was just a general exchange of information and a way to keep in touch.
"Malu, your boss hasn't come back yet? I always feel like something is missing without Leon."
"Let's wait at least another half a month," Malu curled her lips, still upset about Leon going on the journey alone without bringing everyone else.
Drew changed the subject, put a booklet on the table, and said, "We got something called a hunting manual, which records the monsters in the Thane dungeon. Have you got something similar?"
Half of the people in the lounge got it, and someone said:
"The information recorded here is amazing. I didn't expect that the monster called Gulu is actually an ally of the Fran Undead Team. So, they seem to be good guys?"
He opened his hunting manual, and the following information appeared on it:
[Hunting Manual: Monsters]
【Name: Gulu】
[Gulu is a descendant of the devil. They are in the Fran Fortress and choose to become allies of the Fran Undead Corps. They not only provide trials for those who volunteer to join the Undead Corps, but also guard various places in the fortress to fight against the evil forces from the abyss.]
Below these lines of text is a lifelike sketch of Gollum, a version holding a spear and shield.
"I don't know whether it's a good person or not, but it has scratched my face. Even if I kill it a thousand times, it still won't be enough." A man with a bandage on his face said indignantly.
"Why don't you use healing magic?" Malu asked curiously.
“I’m doing this to remind myself!”
".I'm free."
A curvy female adventurer flipped through the hunting manual and said with a smile, "The information here is quite interesting. I guess the president will emphasize this booklet during the formal meeting. Why don't we compete to see who can unlock more first?"
"Any bets?" Roger asked with interest.
"Um the right to dine with me?"
"Tsk~" Roger suddenly lost interest.
"Hey, hey, even if you don't like it, don't react so obviously, okay?"
The woman's name was Antili, a high-level animal trainer who dealt with wild beasts all year round. She was very hot both in character and in her dress. When she bent over to scold Roger, a certain part of her body almost popped out.
However, Roger's eyes showed no worldly desires, and he said, "If you can lend me your beast for one night, I will consider betting with you."
"Hiss" Antili took a breath and looked Roger up and down, wondering what she was thinking.
"Give up, the uncle is only interested in monsters," Malu tried hard to hold back her laughter.
"As for monsters, by the way, I just happen to have some news about monsters," Antili clapped her hands and said, "My apprentice told me that a group of monsters that will not actively attack people appeared in the Food Paradise. I am planning to go and take a look tomorrow. How about it, do you want to come with me?"
"Oh?" Roger sat up straight immediately. "Then I must go. I must also bring my apprentice with me."
As soon as they talked about monsters, the two of them immediately became good friends who had known each other for many years and started chatting happily.
However, after just a few words, they ran outside and started fighting.
"The Blue Scale White Dragon is the strongest flying dragon monster. What do you know, stupid woman?"
"Bullshit! The handsome and powerful Scarlet Flame Dragon can smack it to death! No one knows flying dragons better than me!"
Drew said expressionlessly: "Don't worry about them, let's talk about our own affairs."
The most discussed topic among the adventurers was information about the Fran Fortress, and most of the information was practical.
Things like the swamp becoming more poisonous, the lurking monsters becoming stronger, and the locations of items changing, and when he got excited he even took out a pen and paper and started drawing a map on the spot.
However, the maps drawn by each person were different. Everyone looked at each other at first, and then started arguing, with arguments such as "The map I drew is correct and yours is rubbish."
Everyone's focus was varied. Some were discussing the monsters' body structures and fighting methods, some were speculating on the monsters' habits, and some were discussing whether the weapons and equipment seized from the monsters and the accompanying combat skills were practical.
The topics here are much more valuable than the various contents on the bulletin board.
After chatting for a while, everyone's topic converged on one thing - the story hidden in the Fran Fortress.
Based on the information currently available, we know that this is an organization that fights against a force called the Abyss, and it seems to have a tragic past, but no more details are known.
So after chatting for a while, everyone started talking about other things.
Someone said mysteriously:
"I'm going to tell you something, but please don't tell anyone else."
"You are so mysterious, hurry up and tell me."
The man paused and whispered, "It is said that traces of the demons were found outside the city, and someone was killed in a nearby village."
Drew frowned and asked, "What's the exact location?"
"It seems to be in the southwest, near the city of Val. Now the lords on both sides are having a headache."
“Southwest.”
Malu suddenly remembered something and looked around the crowd, but didn't find the person she was looking for.
The man's name was Dahl.
They have not been reunited since they were separated by the monster tide, and they haven't even met after leaving the dungeon.
During a casual chat, she heard Dahl say that his family seemed to live on a farm southwest of the city?
Outside the city of Bede, southwest.
There is an inconspicuous farm close to the forest. It is not large in area and the crops planted in it are sparse and not growing well. It seems that its owner does not pay much attention to the crops on a daily basis.
Generally speaking, farmers will keep one or two guard dogs as pets.
However, if a dog really dared to enter this farm, it would be scared to death.
Because there is a strong smell of wolf in the air.
In the dim farmhouse, Dahl huddled in the corner, looking a little bleak.
From time to time, pairs of dim eyes lit up in the farmhouse, but there was no malice in their gazes towards him, only concern for their companions.
"I did a cowardly thing,"
Dahl stroked the soft fur of the beast beside him, and it whimpered in response.
If you light a torch, you can see that inside this farmhouse
It's full of wolves!
Dahl smiled, his partner always gave him timely care.
Looking at the wolves in front of him, a memory came to his mind. It was something he saw before leaving the Thane dungeon.
A sleeping old wolf and a tombstone with blurred inscriptions.
It's Fran Wolf!
Passing through the cave, he actually met the old wolf of Faran before leaving Sen, and felt the other party's invitation, inviting him to become a Faran guard.
By accepting wolf blood he could gain great strength, and in theory he even had the hope of being on par with the legendary Fran Undead Squad.
But he finally chose to escape.
"I am such a coward. I have the hope of gaining the power to take revenge, but I am afraid of turning into a monster."
Dahl felt something wet on his face; it was the wolf licking his face.
This is to comfort him.
He chuckled, hugged the big guy's furry body, and said to himself:
"As long as you are here, I feel at ease."
(End of this chapter)
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