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Then, the four of them further picked up their pace.
Just a short distance later, a noise abruptly ca from the front.
Dark raised his hand at the girls, signaling for them to stop while he peered out half of his face from behind the corner, cautiously surveying.
Upon taking a look, he relaxed a little.
There were indeed people here.
Moreover, half of them were people he knew.
They were Magister House's Sara Swati, Heidi Euphemia, and another girl from Magister House he wasn't too familiar with, as well as Noble House's Teddy Doron, Pistein, and a tall girl from Noble House.
These two teams had sohow gathered together.
But across from them, there was a three-person group who visibly looked like seniors.
"Third years?"
Looking at the style of their school uniform, Dark imdiately recognized their grade.
"Speaking of which, it's Friday afternoon now. It's indeed ti when access to the dungeon normally opens."
Dark muttered a few words in a whisper before he stopped hiding and directly walked out from the corner.
Emma, Dianna and Rose glanced at each other and followed his lead to walk out.
The appearance of the four imdiately caught the attention of the people who were in the midst of an argunt.
Paying no heed to the gazes that shifted towards him, Dark looked up at the huge iron gate behind them!
The iron gate inlaid in the masonry was full of damages. Even the door fra had been twisted, and the edges were covered all over with rust.
However, the height that reached up to fifteen to sixteen ters and its thick and heavy presence still gave off a very imposing visual impact.
In addition, there were two animal heads fitted with ring handles on the gate panels.
On the left panel was a bull's head and on the right was a lion's head, each fitted with a nose ring.
This huge iron gate was laden with strikingly palpable traces of ti.
There was no doubt about it—there must be a precious treasure hidden behind it!
……
Even without needing to ask, Dark could more or less guess that the first year and third year students most likely broke into a conflict due to this treasury.
From a personal standpoint, he was naturally partial to the first year students.
But from an impartial standpoint, it should be a matter of first co, first served.
If it wasn't clear, then that would spell trouble.
In the dungeon, both sides would claim they were in the right.
Since it had beco a dispute, there was only one way to resolve it—and that was to duel on the spot!
But to let first year students duel against third years?
This was obviously unreasonable.
……
As soon as Dark ca close, Doron, who saw that it was him, subconsciously let out a sigh of relief and then eagerly waved, "Dark, you're finally here!"
Although Doron was usually quite restrained, when he really got down to it, the loudness of his voice could really rival Robert's.
Perhaps this was what they called hiding one's light under a bushel.
Letting out a light sigh, Dark then smiled and said, "Sorry, sothing happened and held up for a while."
It was true that sothing happened.
It was also true that there he was held up for a while.
As for this "sorry"... it was purely a ans of butting in.
Dark cooperated with Doron to return his greeting while simultaneously inserting himself into the situation.
With a slight flicker in his eyes, Doron grumbled to him, "Without you, we won't be able to defeat this floor boss even if we manage to find it."
Floor Boss?
Dark instantly figured it out.
He turned slightly, eyes sweeping over everyone's faces as he roughly pieced it together
Since this iron gate led to the floor boss, it was perfectly normal for the three third graders to show up in this place.
But looking at the situation, Doron and Sara should have arrived here before they did.
Otherwise, with their status as third years, it would be impossible for them to squabble with these two groups of first years.
It was probably due to their guilty conscience that they didn't just imdiately take action to drive Doron and the others away.
Dark naturally walked to Doron's side and asked with a puzzled expression, "Who are these three seniors?"
Doron glanced at them, and with confidence growing in his heart, he boldly replied, "I don't know, maybe… they're just passing by!"
Seeing that his tone and attitude had completely changed from how they had been just earlier, the three of them coldly snorted.
One of them, a short boy wearing a green padded cap, pulled down his cap and muttered, "A donkey in a lion's skin."
Despite it being a mutter, his volu was not low.
Doron's complexion remained unchanged.
Because the truth was just as the boy said.
Since he had done so, he wouldn't shy away from the insult.
Doron wasn't that naive.
They were indeed the first to discover this place. The three third years were the latecors, so no matter what, he had a clear conscience.
However, these three third years kept talking about how they had left their mark as early as last weekend—it was just that they didn't have ti to deal with it, so they waited until this week to rush over again.
They even claid to be the firstcors on this basis.
But wasn't the dungeon refreshed every Monday?
Could it be that the floor bosses wouldn't respawn?
Doron, whose understanding of the rules of the dungeon wasn't thorough enough, couldn't help hesitating.
But Sara Swati had a very clear grasp about this and imdiately explained it to him.
It turned out that not everything would be included in the weekly refresh chanism of the dungeon.
Under normal circumstances, the refresh chanism for monsters would only be triggered after the number of monsters in a floor either fell below or rose above a certain range. Additionally, there was a high probability that so of the surviving elite monsters wouldn't be counted in this equation.
In another circumstance, when the terrain of a floor was damaged too heavily, the topography would subsequently reset.
Floors with a maze-type terrain would also frequently reset.
In addition, the refresh chanism wouldn't include foreign species—unless it had been digested and absorbed by the ecosystem of the dungeon.
Thus, what these three third years had been saying might not necessarily be a lie.
……
In any case, the trio clearly knew sothing about Dark Demon.
Just now, before Dark had co, the clash between the two sides had already escalated to the point of arguing loudly.
But as soon as he appeared, both sides obviously restrained themselves.
"Dark Demon?"
One of the senior students, a red-haired youth, looked at Dark with a warm smile.
This red-haired youth had a pair of very beautiful ruby eyes. His smile was like a ray of sunshine, radiating a strong sense of affinity.
What he wore on his chest was the tarot badge of the Fool House.
As for the short boy wearing the green padded cap, the hair protruding from beneath his cap was visibly green.
The third boy had an ordinary-looking face and a slightly obese figure. His hair color was similar to withered grass, giving off the impression of malnutrition.
The school badges on their chests also depicted the tarot symbol of [The Fool].
These three were actually quite famous among the third years.
The na of the red-haired one was Fernandi (费尔南迪), the green-haired one Greene (葛瑞恩), and the yellow-haired one Hielo (耶罗).
Together, they were known as the "red-green-yellow trio".
On top of them always showing up together, their rather conspicuous hair colors, which gave people a strong impression, made them inadvertently gain so fa.
Although Dark had never heard of them, in view of noble etiquettes, he still politely asked, "Hello, may I know how to call the seniors?"
But the yellow-haired fatty of this trio seed to have a bad temper. He imdiately snapped, "There's no need for greetings. Are you trying to get in the way?"
Mouth twisted into a pout, Dianna angrily moved to step up, but she was held back by Rose.
……
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