Chapter 87

"Young Master Lorigo said that if you discover anything suspicious within the team, you may act directly, with your safety and judgment as the standard; all losses will be borne by him..." she said.

Luge smiled and nodded.

The woman hesitated for a moment, then said, "Young Master also said that if you judge the moment has come to leave alone, you need not hesitate either; you may simply depart on your own."

Having said that, she produced two slightly worn small pouches, and under a fluctuation of spiritual power began taking out magic stones — the meaning being to settle the employment fees in advance, truly doing it so that she could leave at will if there was danger. Looking at the magic stones she took out, one could clearly feel that both storage bags were not large. Luge did not count them either, smiling as he swept them away in one handful into his own storage bag.

"I will consider it," he said with a smile.

This counted as a response to the invitation.

The red-haired woman Motel glanced at him, nodded silently, and turned to walk out of the tent.

The Underground City, Luge was still very interested in it, even wanting to stay inside for some days, enjoy the delicacies, get a room to quietly meditate and cultivate for a period of time, and also enjoy a life with brightness — not bad at all. It belonged to directly crossing from the Yuanwo Area to the Underground City, even skipping the intermediate Numbered Cavern District. Moreover, when he was strolling through that Yuanwo town, he thought of one thing: if Extraordinaries really had a secret market, it would most likely be in the Underground City.

If he really went to the Underground City, presumably this Lady Motel who possessed a head of beautiful red hair could become his guide into the Extraordinaries' trading ground.

Luge also thought at the same time that if he entered the Underground City with the identity of having been invited by Young Master Lorigo, while enjoying certain conveniences, he would inevitably be branded with Young Master Lorigo's label, and simultaneously be affected by the vortex of trouble that Young Master was in.

After a simple meditation, he lay down and rested with peace of mind.

With the spiritual worm Zizi guarding underground, in this temporary resting camp no one was safer than him, including that Young Master. If not for fear that noise would prevent timely response, or that he might miss some good show, he could completely choose to return to the Abyssal Bedroom Space to rest, just like the two kobolds inside who had eaten fruit and gone to sleep.

Dasha had always seemed like a careless fellow, but Luge knew this guy was careful amidst the coarseness. In the previous battle, Dasha had not played much of a role, which made Dasha somewhat depressed. Although when letting Dasha return to the space to rest he still habitually grunted twice, a grunt and a grunt are not the same; perhaps those wandering knights' adventure novels had given Dasha some different ideas.

Actually both kobolds needed more tempering. Just speaking of this battle, the weapons in their hands still hadn't been adapted to. Aijin and Dasha's comprehensive qualities had already far surpassed Tu Ya, but their performance in battle was far from as powerful as when Tu Ya fought the Gray Long Neck Saint Lord back then. They still hadn't adapted to their own changes.

A night without words. When he walked out of the tent again, a surprising thing occurred.

He looked at the three people following beside Young Master Lorigo, and for a moment did not know what to say.

"Lord Luge, come quickly and enjoy breakfast together. Motel was once a famous Treasure Hunter, a true Adventurer who has been Outside year-round; her cooking skill is still quite good," the handsome Young Master Lorigo saw him come out, swept the fatigue from his face, and smiled in greeting. "Of course there is also Charite and Jansen's help. The three of them making food is even more tacitly interesting than their adventure stories."

A somewhat wooden burly man scratched his head and smiled at Luge. On the other side, a bright-eyed, short-haired beauty stirred a long-handled spoon and nodded reservedly at Luge.

Luge smiled and sat by the bonfire, taking out a bowl he had brought from the town. He liked having his own dedicated utensils.

The bright-eyed beauty naturally took the bowl and ladled him a bowl of soup.

"Charite has always wanted to thank you for saving her that night. She even wanted to go to your tent yesterday to ask what you liked to eat, but was afraid of disturbing you." Lorigo also had his own dedicated utensils, but they were much more gorgeous. He spoke with a smile while eating.

Luge nodded. When he took the soup bowl, the short-haired beauty shyly lowered her head.

He smiled and began to wholeheartedly enjoy breakfast.

The few people's friendly idle chat by the bonfire, the occasional laughter and amusing talk, seemed unable to surpass his interest in the thick soup in his bowl.

He only stared intently at that bowl of soup. After drinking it, he returned to the tent. The mercenaries had already begun packing their baggage.

He entered the Abyssal Bedroom Space at the first time, and saw the two dragonborn kobolds gathered together, carefully turning pages with their fingertips.

The two guys were very focused, or perhaps absorbed by the story. Neither noticed his arrival at the first time.

"Aijin," he called softly. "You two should have already summarized the shortcomings from that day's battle. I want to hear it now."

Having spoken, he leaned against the stone bed on the side, took out a black fruit flavor, made shaved ice with a bowl, and ate it slowly.

Aijin's eyes brightened. She shoved Dasha aside and sat before Luge.

"Making a summary after every battle — this is something an adventure squad must do," she said, patting her chest.

The kobold girl obviously was also influenced quite a bit by those few novels.

Luge merely smiled watching all this. While eating the fruit-flavored shaved ice, he quietly listened to her narration. After becoming dragonborn kobolds, they indeed became smarter, their minds more agile, and their ability to choose words, form sentences, and organize language was much stronger than before.

He listened quietly. Actually he had no need to verify at all; he only needed to believe himself. He just found it interesting and wanted to be more rigorous.

Another day of broadening his horizons. He hadn't expected he could actually encounter such a wondrous situation. He even had a moment where he felt he had truly become the protagonist in those fantasy adventure novels.

By the time he walked out of the Abyssal Bedroom Space, he had already made a decision in his heart.

The adventure factor in his body was howling. He borrowed Dasha's large iron hammer. He thought it might stimulate the guy in the dark, but at the same time he also wanted to see what even more interesting performance it would have.

Before walking out of the bedroom space, he had already cast spell buffs on himself. This time it also included Spiritual Boiling.

He currently put the large iron hammer into another storage bag, took one step out of the tent, and arrived at the bonfire side.

The distant mercenaries had all packed up properly and prepared to set off. Those few were actually still sitting there chatting. Amidst the shaking bonfire, post-meal tea was heating on top.

"Lord Luge, Charite brewed the tea you liked most last time!" Lorigo called out.

Luge smiled and took one step out. His figure moved like lightning. With a *pa* sound, he smashed Charite, who was squatting by the bonfire, into meat paste.

A backhand sweep — pity, it was blocked by the already-prepared wooden burly Jansen. It did not turn him to paste in one strike, only knocked him flying. The surrounding mercenaries were all scared stupid by the sudden accident, standing in place at a loss.

Luge then laughed loudly and leaped out, feeling the power of his dragonborn kobolds buffed by spells into frenzy, pursuing and striking in an instant.

Looking at Jansen, half his body limp, casting a doubtful and terrified gaze, Luge did not hesitate to swing his arm round and bring down the heavy hammer. Another puddle of meat paste was born. The entire temporary camp fell silent for it.

Luge carried the hammer, scanning the surroundings. Over a hundred mercenaries — not a single one dared meet his gaze.

He put away the hammer, smiled and returned to the bonfire side, took out his worn bowl, and poured himself half a bowl of hot tea.

"What did you do!" The red-haired woman suddenly let out a sharp shriek.

The slurping tea-drinking sound seemed especially piercing in the camp at this moment.

"Your spiritual power really isn't condensed enough, Motel. According to your spiritual power strength you shouldn't have been affected. At least after I dealt with those two you should have sobered up. Drink less of those potions that raise spiritual power; they're no good for you. Although I don't understand Gem Summoners, I expect that in the future it will still become your shackles..." Luge held the tea bowl.

In the several contacts, he had always felt Motel's spiritual power had some problem, like the side dishes in the worm shell mixed stew that had already been stewed to mush.

(Chapter End)