Who Designed This Underworld Dungeon?-Chapter 1022 - 675: Reverse Cultural Export (Double-Length)

After Nadi's meeting with Banto ended, she returned to the place where the Floating Island Dragon Clan temporarily resided.

This place used to be a prison specially built for them, originally intended as the first line of defense in case they went on another rampage.

As it turned out, the dragons in the first few weeks of treatment were even more immobile than Rohan on the shore, rendering Arrow Rain completely useless.

Later, as the relationship between dragons and humans slightly eased, the prison was immediately converted into a temporary residence for Nadi and her companions, with individual rooms, private bathrooms, and ultra-thick soundproof walls—all free of charge. Where else could you find such good housing conditions?

The Floating Island Dragon Clan lived comfortably here, comparing their current lifestyle with their past daily life on the Floating Island, suddenly realizing that life now was much cozier.

"Mom, you're finally back. How did it go?"

As soon as Nadi returned, Fudolin, who had been waiting, quickly came up to her. Along with her came several clansmen, all looking at her with eyes filled with anticipation and tension, eager to hear the answer they desired.

"Hmm..."

Facing everyone's gaze, Nadi put on a serious face and even purposely sighed.

Oh no, when they saw her expression, everyone felt a "thud" in their hearts like Chief Gordon, some revealing an expression of hopeless despair.

Observing the change in expressions, Nadi burst into laughter. Her laughter was like ice melting into spring water, dazzlingly bright.

Bright enough to deserve a slap.

"What's wrong, did the elder become dumb?" The dragons sent forth the most straightforward greeting.

"Just kidding, the talks went great. There's no need to worry anymore."

Nadi clutched her belly with laughter and waved her hand, saying:

"As long as we put in some effort in work, we can eat whatever we want without worrying about going hungry again!"

With her words, cheers erupted, shaking the entire ground and leaving nearby guards bewildered.

Receiving rewards for labor is an unquestionable truth of the world.

From now on, as long as the Floating Island Dragon Clan integrates into the local community and works diligently, they could enjoy similar treatment to local dragons.

They even seemed to have a slightly higher unification value, with Banto rolling out some favorable policies like pairing them with study partners to quickly acclimate them to the knowledge and society of Warrior Country.

The only thing Nadi and her clan need to focus on now is building good relations with the locals, beginning with compensating those whose properties they've damaged.

"Moreover, I received our first commission from our new allies."

In such a short time, Nadi already referred to Warrior Country as her new ally.

"They plan to muster national strength for the upcoming Battle Festival, which will require our help. None of you are opting out, right?"

Upon hearing this, the dragons exchanged confused glances.

Battle Festival? Are they asking us to participate in the Battle Festival!?

Every dragon's eyes held a look of astonishment, primarily due to one thing:

What is the Battle Festival?

"Our new allies are truly wonderful, inviting us to join the festival. It's hard to find such kind and intelligent creatures."

"A festival, huh? We'll probably get to taste plenty of local dishes. I'm starting to look forward to it."

The dragons began discussing among themselves, showing keen interest in the Battle Festival.

"Exactly, exactly, lots of delicious local food, and a chance to have fun since it's a festival!"

Listening to the discussions below, Nadi stood with her hands on hips, nodding repeatedly, wearing a confident smile.

She could be so confident because she didn't know what the Battle Festival was either.

Among the dragons, only one realized what was happening, Fudolin, whose expression changed immediately. She ran over to cover her mom's mouth to stop her nonsensical talking and whispered:

"Mom, you don't know what the Battle Festival is, do you?"

"Nope, why? If it's called a festival, how could there be anything bad?"

"Hiss..."

Fudolin drew in a sharp breath, looking at Nadi with a strange expression.

Nadi responded with a gentle smile and even winked.

"Bang!"

Fudolin suddenly slapped her face, letting out a muffled groan of inner anguish.

My mom wasn't this naïve before! Has she been made silly by Sain's food?

She felt that everyone who came out of Sain Dungeon underwent a change in personality, specifically...

They all became more cheerful and naive?

The synonym for cheerful and naive is natural airhead, and a harsher synonym for airhead is silly!

Even though there's enough evidence to prove both Nadi and the other Floating Island Dragon Clan are serious and normal when discussing matters, in daily life, once they relaxed, they turned into this.

Fudolin couldn't adapt, not at all!

How should she describe her feelings? It was like someone from a real-robot series suddenly crossing into a super-robot series.

She grabbed Nadi's shoulders and shook them, staring with wide eyes and said:

"Wait here for a second while I go find something to let you know exactly what the Battle Festival is!"

Nadi nodded compliantly, waiting, while the other dragons showed interest and stayed put to wait.