Chapter 122

[Race: Red Reef Fruit Tree]

[Skill: Delicious lv2, Paralytic Toxin lv2, Photosynthesis lv1]

Lin Jun thought for a moment and used a tentacle to knock down a fruit.

"Dylan, you try it."

The fruit with a spiral-shaped red shell was rolled in front of Dylan.

"As expected of the boss, finding food so quickly!"

Dylan took the bowling-ball-sized fruit; Lin Jun had already cut an opening for him.

Looking at the gelatinous fruit flesh inside, Dylan took a small sip first.

"Hmm!? Delicious!"

Dylan went crazy, devouring it directly from the opening; by the end, he even tried to use his hand to scoop out the fruit flesh sticking to the inner wall of the shell, not intending to leave any behind.

But before he could scoop it twice, he suddenly lost control of his body and fell to the ground.

The scout Puji helped him flip over so he wouldn't suffocate face down.

Looking at him, [Delicious lv2] was indeed very tasty, but unfortunately, Lin Jun couldn't taste it.

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The reason Lin Jun cared about this skill was mainly because he had seen it in the talent upgrade.

Taking it should be equivalent to excluding it from the next skill selection, giving him more chances to draw practical skills.

However, to obtain this skill, he still had to bring this fruit back to the dungeon.

And it was obvious how long it would take for a passing ship to encounter this deserted island.

After thinking about it, Lin Jun controlled the scout Puji to scatter some spores everywhere.

It wasn't expansion; the new fungal mat here wouldn't be under Lin Jun's fungal network control.

Lin Jun scattering spores here was just to get more mycelium out to be useful...

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Oath City, Adventurer's Guild Headquarters.

This four-story building, which occupied a total area of over 30,000 square meters, not only had the guild hall for accepting various tasks in the usual sense, but also contained many functional areas that other branches didn't have.

The warrior training ground in the east wing, the magic shooting range on the north side, the adventurer trading area on the second floor, and the basement with a forging area that was hot all day long and an alchemy area steaming with mists of different colors...

Coupled with the huge stone wall surrounding the guild, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to call it a city within a city with a lopsided function.

In fact, it really was.

If one delved into its history, the land occupied by the Adventurer's Guild was the original Oath City.

People forced to move south under the attack of the Demon Race opened up their first territory here.

That huge stone wall surrounding the outside, which was stronger than the current Oath City wall, was the result of a Tier 10 mage personally cutting the stones and reinforcing them.

The wall foundation extended countless magic transmission channels; this was the defensive array that came with the stone wall, which could still operate to this day, but usually, they wouldn't waste money to activate it.

Everyone knew that the Adventurer's Guild headquarters was the strongest building in Oath City besides the Council Hall.

However, few people knew that there was actually a living area inside the guild headquarters, located on the fourth floor, which had the smallest area.

A few important personnel of the guild would live in it, and as a living area, the fourth floor was equally well-equipped.

The muffled sound of a knife back hitting a fruit shell rippled in the kitchen.

The shell of the Red Reef Fruit cracked into a cross pattern, and the maid used her knuckles to pry against the edge of the crack, and the translucent gelatinous fruit flesh was poured into a silver plate.

Then, sprinkled with crushed Orchid Fragrance leaves and mixed with a little mellow Elf Ice Wine, this dish full of exotic flavors was completed.

However, there was one last step.

Magic gathered in the maid's hands, and the radiance of a purification spell sprinkled on the silver plate, clearing away all the paralytic toxin in the Red Reef Fruit.

Then she prepared a small bowl of clam chowder and placed it all on a tray.

A few minutes later, the maid knocked on a room door on the fourth floor.

"Young Master Fal, it's time for breakfast."

The white-haired young man lying on the balcony sunbathing in a spread-eagle position raised his head upon hearing this.

"Lillian, just put the breakfast on the table."

The maid Lillian put down the tray but didn't leave, just standing to the side staring at the white-haired young man.

"Why are you guarding me?" "If I leave, Young Master will definitely not eat breakfast again, and there are documents to hand to Young Master."

Fal only then noticed that Lillian was also holding a stack of things in her arms.

"What a bother..."

Complaining in his mouth, Fal still sat at the table, eating half of the fruit flesh in the silver plate spoonful by spoonful, and drinking a small sip of the thick soup, which was enough to brush off this breakfast.

Even with food with the [Delicious] attribute, it didn't seem to have anything special for Fal.

After Fal pushed the plate away, Lillian spread out the documents in her hand one by one in front of him.

"Most of them are materials prepared by the Guild Master for your appointment to the branch, including information on the personnel in Dumb Wind Town, the surrounding regional forces, and precautions related to the Amethyst Dungeon."

The Guild Master in Lillian's mouth was naturally the current Guild Master of the Adventurer's Guild, who was also Fal's father.

However, Fal didn't appreciate it much, frowning as he flipped through the materials, dissatisfied: "Meddlesome, does he think I can't even do this level of information gathering?"

"The Master is also..." Lillian seemed to want to defend the Guild Master, but was suddenly interrupted.

Fal held a document with a silver edge that he hadn't flipped open yet, puzzled: "Why is there also a document sent by the Church? Don't tell me they want to conduct a heresy trial in the dungeon?"

"Young Master, you shouldn't use this tone to satirize the Church of Light; it will cause trouble if it gets out." Lillian reminded.

Fal glanced at her, "Who else is here besides you? Or do you think I'm an idiot, and would say this outside too?"

The corners of Lillian's mouth curled up, and she didn't say anything more.

After a while, Fal, who had finished flipping through the documents, suddenly sighed: "They really are going to conduct a heresy trial in the dungeon!"

"Aren't dungeons all monsters?"

"They are monsters," Fal explained, his voice much louder than before, as if he was very interested in this matter, "A talented squad leader from the Wings of Judgment submitted a report saying that the dungeon might have been occupied by a hive mind."

"Occupy the dungeon? How is this possible?" Although Lillian wasn't internal guild personnel, her understanding of the dungeon exceeded most people's due to long-term exposure, "Wouldn't staying in the dungeon be assimilated and bound? Even if it's a hive mind, it can control at most one layer, right?"

"Generally speaking, yes, but if someone utilized the dungeon core, it might not be the case. The possibility mentioned in this report can actually match the intelligence coming from the guild side."

"Control the dungeon core... can someone really do that kind of thing?"

Not to mention the difficulty of going to the location of the core, even if one found it, the core wasn't some switch button that would change the dungeon according to one's own ideas; it was the entire operating logic of the dungeon.

Analogous to the defense core of Oath City, daily maintenance required more than forty professional personnel, and full activation required as many as three hundred people to operate simultaneously.

And the gold content of the dungeon core was much higher than that of Oath City, and its origin was still a mystery.

Both human and demon high-level officials knew that dungeons had so-called cores, but they ignored them; did they not want to control the dungeons?

They just couldn't control them.

Taking a step back, even if there was new technology that could control them, it shouldn't be something one or a few people could do.

As for personnel and materials entering the Amethyst Dungeon in large quantities under the nose of Dumb Wind Town?

No matter how derelict the people there were, it shouldn't reach this point.

So Lillian couldn't believe this speculation of the Young Master.

"Lillian, you misunderstood; I said 'utilize' instead of 'control'; dungeons are not perfect, they also have loopholes."

"Have existed?" Lillian accurately grasped the point of Fal's wording this time.

"That's right, have existed; for example, more than a hundred years ago, someone discovered that the refreshing of treasure chests was done by swapping two treasure chests through teleportation."

So someone stuffed themselves into an opened treasure chest and, after the refresh, arrived at a space he called the treasure vault.

After successfully obtaining a large number of top-tier equipment and props from inside, he used the same method to teleport out.

Some of that equipment has even been passed down to this day."

"And then?" Lillian knew things couldn't be that simple.

Fal didn't keep her in suspense and simply stated the follow-up:

"The follow-up was that he never came back after his second attempt; not only him, but those opportunists who imitated him also all disappeared in the dungeon. Obviously, the dungeon doesn't like thievery either."

"Then if this is also a loophole, why didn't the dungeon fix it?"

"That's why I speculate it might be related to the core; monsters being layered is the most basic rule of the Amethyst Dungeon. This basic rule being broken means that the core logic part has a problem.

Of course, in the end, it's all just speculation; it could also be that the Church's intelligence is wrong, or some other coincidence led to this situation.

But regardless, it shouldn't be boring this time!"