Chapter 225: Chapter 186: Discouragent Brother’s "Chasing mories"_2
Finally hearing the familiar term, Dal actually felt a sense of reassurance, but what does Ember King an? It sounds like firewood.
And the most annoying thing for him was that he didn’t hear what the person opposite had said at all, he had been listening to Hawkwood talking to himself the whole ti.
"Do you want to inquire about the Fran Undead Team’s information from ? Well, it’s not that I can’t tell you."
"Let
warn you to brace yourself in advance, the Fran Undead Team, they are quite a remarkable bunch..."
A hint of nostalgia seeped through Hawkwood’s tone. mories began to surface in his heart, and it was at this mont that the scene before Dal’s eyes changed once again.
He imdiately realized that what he was about to see was a mory within a mory!
It’s like a dream within a dream.
"Hey, rookie, Hawkwood, stop daydreaming."
Feeling soone tap his face, Dal lifted his head and saw a tall and sturdy middle-aged man standing before him, also wearing the armor of the Undead Team, likewise without a helt.
He called
Hawkwood?
Dal, now able to move freely, found that his backpack was gone, and only his personal belongings had been preserved.
He looked around the environnt; he seed to be in a place like a training ground, surrounded by picturesque mountains and clear waters, the air pristine, almost like a utopia, much cleaner than Fran Fort.
"What’s up?" Dal cautiously asked, feeling novel to "play" soone else, but he couldn’t help being careful.
"What’s up? Have you forgotten what day it is today?" The man threw him a regular longsword and said, "Today is training day. You’ve just passed the team’s entrance test, and today we’re going to teach you sothing real."
Training? Tests?
Dal vaguely guessed sothing.
"I will only demonstrate once, and when you get beaten and cry out, I’ll demonstrate a second ti."
When the man showed a set of swordsmanship, and that set of swordsmanship was exactly the sa as the technique used by the Fran Undead Team, even the steadfast Dal couldn’t help but get excited.
The man before him, who appeared to be a mber of the Undead Team, was actually teaching him their sword technique!
It was a golden opportunity, truly. Unlike mimicry during a battle with the Undead Team, this was genuine instruction.
Naturally, Dal would not miss this opportunity, thinking that if the conditions for clearing the Painting World weren’t too difficult, he could let the mbers of the Fran Guard learn as well!
The man kept his promise; saying he would demonstrate only once, he did just that, and Dal watched eagerly, hoping the man would do it another ti.
"Got it? If you did, go practice with the Gollums."
The man clapped his hands, and a group of Gollums ard with various weapons and gear walked in.
"If I win, will you demonstrate again?" Dal asked.
"As long as you win, you can watch as many tis as you want."
Great, the enthusiasm is building!
Dal’s eyes burned with a fighting spirit, and at this mont he didn’t have ti to ponder one question—
How could the timing and the purpose of this painting’s appearance be so coincidental?
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The Sain Dungeon is manipulated by invisible hands.
Out of sight of everyone, these hands are constantly making fine adjustnts to the Dungeon, striving to make the current area impeccable.
While adjusting the Dungeon, Gong Qiying also pays close attention to the situation within Bed City, with no piece of intelligence escaping his eyes!
Why can he master intelligence anyti, anywhere?
"Have you heard? That Dal actually agreed to help the Val City survivors take revenge by himself!"
"Not by himself; he’s training those people, and it seems he’s using swordsmanship stolen from the Fran Undead Team."
"Swordsmanship of the Undead Team... What if we also join the fun? If we join them, maybe we can learn it too."
"You can try, I won’t stop you, but many people with the sa idea as you have been refused. They have their own set of selection criteria."
"Tsk, I’ll go seek out the Undead Team myself. If Dal can learn it, there’s no reason I can’t."
"Good luck to you."
Amidst the clinking of glasses and toasting, the tavern is the nexus of all intelligence!
Spend two hours here each day, and basically, you grasp all the latest gossip in Bed City.
The tavern is indeed a perfect place; it’s relaxing, provides gossip, a cup of booze suffices to satisfy the most primal human curiosity.
Naturally, Gong Qiying is also aware of Dal’s establishnt of the Fran Guard.
"You’ve got ideas, young man, a promising future," is his evaluation.
Dal’s actions are undoubtedly beneficial to the Sain Dungeon, and Gong Qiying can list a whole bunch of imdiate advantages.
And most importantly, he felt a thrill from it.
This world actually has people who truly respect the Fran Undead Team and even established similar organizations, seemingly passing on their spirit for a top-notch COSPLAY. Gong Qiying’s feelings now are like seeing his favorite work produced into quality secondary creations.
It seems that the Dungeon he created has indeed been loved by people, which makes him both happy and thrilled, giving him greater enthusiasm for adjusting the prototype of the Val Dungeon.
Unfortunately, according to his observations these past few days, he found that Dal’s Fran Guard is way too weak and developing rather slowly.
Gong Qiying is never a stingy person, and within the premise of not damaging the Dungeon’s interests, he can be generous.
Thus, he casually designed a Different Space as Discouragent Brother Hawkwood’s "Chasing mories," letting every adventurer who enters it experience the sensation of being trained under the guidance of the Undead Team.
The difficulty of clearing this level is minimal, and the rewards at the end are quite ordinary, just white light point items like Green Flower Grass.
However, being able to receive training from the Undead Team is the biggest hidden reward.
The training does not enhance the adventurers’ statistics but refines their skills; the insights gained largely depend on their Talent, which is sowhat like a cheat Gong Qiying passionately set up for the Fran Guard.
"Keep it up." Watching Dal’s striving form through the Crystal Ball, Gong Qiying’s eyes showed a hint of appreciation.
At that mont, a letter appeared on the altar. The colors were familiar; it was from the Giant Stone Dungeon.
His current impression of the Underground City Lord of the Giant Stone Dungeon isn’t bad. It seems the other party is a rather amiable fellow, and they have already commuted, just not yet deeply engaged.
"What does it say this ti?"
He opened the envelope, and the first sentence read:
"Brother, quite a few Dungeons are blatantly and shalessly copying your creativity!"
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