Who Designed This Underworld Dungeon?-Chapter 893 - 593: Warrior Assembly Call (Part 2)

"But thanks to him, the Fighting Qi conversion technology is nearing maturity... For someone like me in the Reform Faction, this should be considered good news. This way, at the War Festival, Temude and his group definitely won’t have a chance to win."

"Although I don’t like this brother of mine, I don’t want to see him lose too badly. I’ve written to him explaining the disparity in strength between us, and I believe once he sees it, he’ll understand that no matter what they do at this War Festival, they won’t be able to change the situation."

"Moreover, with the technology pioneered by Edgar, the magic inside the Sain Dungeon has become almost unnecessary, so there’s no need for me to stay here. A few days after I attend the festival in the Imperial Capital, I will not return."

"As for those adventurers I recruited, although I don’t know what they encountered in the Dungeon, they still haven’t returned even now. Unfortunately, my collaboration with these talents is ending before it even begins, as the victory of the reform is already a foregone conclusion."

Lanle was about to continue when he was suddenly interrupted by the voice of a guard outside the door.

"Report, Your Highness, the Skyrim Strategy Group has returned!"

"What?"

A moment later, Lanle saw the returning Skyrim Strategy Group.

If it weren’t for the fact that he trusted their strength, he would’ve thought that something unfortunate had happened to them and they had turned to dust in the Dungeon.

However, the situation now seemed to be quite different from what he had imagined, because Luluwo and the others all looked radiant and full of energy.

"Did you... eat too much greasy food?" Lanle couldn’t help but ask.

"No, Your Highness, it’s just the joy of finally escaping endless torment overflowing on our faces."

"...."

Lanle couldn’t connect on the same wavelength with Luluwo, but considering that they had stayed in the Dungeon for so long, they must have gained a lot.

Thinking of this, he couldn’t help but let out a slight hum and said, "Since you’re so joyful, you must have gained quite a bit. Tell me about it, so I can share in your joy."

"The greatest gain is actually this."

Luluwo opened her hand, and in the center of her palm lay a Lion Badge quietly.

They had finally defeated the leader of the Red Lion Castle and obtained the Lion Badge from Jie Lian.

Upon defeating the formidable enemy, everyone felt completely at ease. Looking back at those distinctive leaders, they couldn’t help but think that it was indeed another great masterpiece from the Sain Dungeon, so all their anger vanished, leaving only a sense of comfort.

Thus, Luluwo actually didn’t do anything as dramatic as snatching Jie Lian’s hat.

"What is this?"

Faced with Lanle’s puzzled gaze, Luluwo explained everything about the Battle Festival, concluding with:

"Your Highness, are you going to the Battle Festival? My intuition tells me it will be a grand festival."

Luluwo’s voice was like an Enchanting Demon tempting a mortal; you could tell she really wanted to go.

"...."

Lanle didn’t rush to speak, instead closed his eyes while massaging his brow and leaned back in his chair.

Why did he seem so troubled?

Luluwo watched his performance and thought to herself, what’s there to hesitate about? Just agree. But understanding the principle of moderation, she convinced him for a bit and then held her tongue, waiting for him to make a decision.

"Sigh...."

Soon after, Lanle let out a deep sigh and, as if talking to himself, said:

"A festival with a thousand warriors gathered around the Demigod, it’s something that only happens in myths and legends."

"Yes, yes!" Luluwo nodded repeatedly.

"And it’s set on a night when the stars converge... oh dear, I really like stars and the night, and a legendary festival held on such a starry night...."

"So we?" Luluwo felt the answer was already certain.

"But, I refuse."

Lanle’s one sentence left people speechless, and the atmosphere instantly became cold.

He only showed a regretful but unrepentant expression and said:

"Latan’s Battle Festival is truly tempting, but I also have a War Festival that I cannot give up, one that concerns the future of the nation and my career... So I won’t go to Sain Dungeon."

"But this Battle Festival seems very special, and perhaps Sain Dungeon won’t host a second one anytime soon."

"Then let it be a small regret in my life that I missed."

Lanle waved his hand to indicate that he had made up his mind, and people need not try to persuade him further.

"All my warriors have set off for the Imperial Capital, the War Festival’s flames have already been lit, and it’s about to begin soon. Should I call them back and give up the glory of the festival?"

He was right; the War Festival of the Warrior Country was indeed about to commence soon.

The bonfire symbolizing the start of the festival had been lit across the nation, with countless fighters eager to take part, all converging on the festival’s venue—the Imperial Capital. It’s an occurrence unseen for a century.

The entire Warrior Country was now extremely vibrant!

And considering the timing and the speed at which Uffie, Luluwo, and the others were spreading the Lion Badge, by the time they gathered a thousand warriors....

The two festivals might just collide!

Therefore, for Lanle, even if he was genuinely interested in the Battle Festival, he absolutely could not forsake the War Festival.

"Moreover, my brother, his forces definitely won’t give up the War Festival either, so there’s no need to look forward to them."