Who Designed This Underworld Dungeon?-Chapter 921 - 602: Finally Getting Fed

"Did you just go in there and say that to Temude directly?"

"Yeah, no matter what, we're still brothers. I just accidentally saw him secretly laughing, didn't expect he'd be so heartless."

"That might be more than just a secret laugh...."

Uffie sighed with her hand on her forehead.

At this moment, sitting in front of her was Lanle, who had hurriedly rushed back from the Imperial Capital. As soon as he came back, he ran to his brother's house to seek information about the Battle Festival.

It seemed he saw something he shouldn't have, not only did he fail to gather any information, but he was also thrown out by an enraged, blushing Temude.

It's truly a loss of face for the Royal Family.

She thought for a while and spoke to Lanle in a big sister-like tone:

"You guys, don't you have that kind of phase at certain times? Like mimicking legendary heroes' actions and words, or recalling some cool thing you did today, laughing endlessly while holding a pillow or blanket? Temude was probably in that state just now."

She wiggled her finger, looking like she understood everything, and said, "And besides, he's an adult. If he gets caught looking like that, it would surely be embarrassing, right? You had really bad timing."

"No, no, no, such fantasy-filled phases can't possibly happen with us, the Royal Family. Everyone recognized reality early on, and by the way, I've never done anything like imagining an enemy as a pillow and viciously hitting it, then laughing while hugging it."

Lanle waved his hand repeatedly, "Moreover, who among adults would still have such unrealistic thoughts and behaviors?"

"Really? But I sometimes see my father do it."

"Hey, hey, did you just say something incredible in a serious tone?"

Lanle shuddered at the image of Gapar hugging a pillow he had just created in his mind. Looking around, he felt uneasy, as if he knew something he shouldn't know, afraid that the Sword Saint might pop up the next moment and lop his head off.

"Alright, alright, let's talk business."

He quickly pulled the conversation back on track, absolutely not letting Uffie say anything else he shouldn't know.

Lanle coughed, organized his expression, and seriously asked:

"The Battle Festival, is it really impossible to host a second one?"

Uffie nodded then shook her head, saying:

"That's inaccurate. It should be impossible to host a second one in the short term."

More than being kicked out by his brother, Uffie's words made Lanle more upset.

Because he came over eagerly, only to find out the Battle Festival probably couldn't happen for dozens of days.

As for the reason, it wasn't that Sain Dungeon imposed any special restrictions or conditions on the festival. The real reason is quite simple:

They couldn't gather enough people in the short term.

The Battle Festival was grand, hot-blooded, and thrilling; people wished they could fight there forever!

After people came out of Sain Dungeon, they gradually sobered from the excitement and calculated carefully, realizing:

Oh my god, this battle cost millions of gold coins worth of fortune!

Everyone wore armor, and they were all renowned individuals, so the armor certainly wasn't ordinary. Surely, there would be some enchantments, gems, and precious materials on it, right?

When your armor is so luxurious, you must have spare money to buy some magic tools, magic scrolls, rare potions, and such, right? Otherwise, how could you show your professionalism?

The whole set costs a few hundred gold coins at least, a thousand is quite common.

Then the tools, scrolls, and potions were used up in the battle; the armor was smashed by the Shattered Star General and mostly can't be repaired, needing replacements.

Individual equipment expenses are relatively small.

The explosive magic scroll Temude used and the materials Turci used to draw the super forbidden curse magic array are things that have no market price; their value is immeasurable.

The sweat people shed in the Battle Festival wasn't sweat; it was pure gold!

Theoretically speaking, except for special cases like Turci, the value of the rewards obtained by others participating in the festival is greater than their losses, so the battle isn't in vain.

However, realizing the reward's value and restoring damaged equipment take time; returning to their best state for the Battle Festival isn't feasible in the short term.

Moreover, people always have various things to tend to.

Hades, along with a group of magic professors, collected the super forbidden curse's battle data and went into seclusion for research; they can't be found for a while.

The Fran Guard heard there were Demon Clan disturbances in the Warrior Country and insisted on negotiating with the managers to get entry and have a spree; negotiations still have no result.

The Skyrim Strategy Group is staying up late rushing to strategize for the Battle Festival. Everyone is pulling all-nighters, resulting in even a lack of a qualified photographer to open a second festival.

Under the influence of various elements, from an almost ten-thousand challenger lineup at the time, only barely a thousand are available now.

A thousand still seems like a decent number, right?

Uffie took this much-reduced lineup to find Jie Lian, asking if they could hold the Battle Festival. The answer she got is still vivid in her memory.

"Too few! How can so few warriors make the Battle Festival exciting! Too few!"

By the time she returned with this response, the group of a thousand also dispersed by half. After all, without a set date, people had to work to support their families.

"Then, then I can find people. I must gather enough!" Lanle said, "In terms of subordinates, my people aren't less than Temude's!"

"Your voice lacks confidence, can you really gather them?"

Faced with Uffie's doubts, Lanle immediately frowned.

When he returned from the Imperial Capital, there were fewer than a hundred people with him.

Even those who had watched the festival footage, after his persuasion, only these followed him back. The rest were waiting for the War Festival to restart and have a go at winning glory.

Understandable, their actions were entirely justified. 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

But Lanle couldn't fathom why his subordinates' mindset differed so much from Temude's?

Temude's call was met with a throng of warriors, while for Lanle…

Without tangible benefits, he couldn't move anyone, and even offering money in front of the War Festival didn't attract many.

"No, I'll keep trying."

That night, Lanle set up the magic array, planning to communicate remotely with Younka, requesting troops from him.

Those magicians might not listen to him, but they should listen to Younka, right?

[Teacher, the number of participants for the Battle Festival is insufficient, requesting support]

He not only sent this message but also organized the information about the Battle Festival he had gathered and sent it over.

Surely Younka would support him after seeing this, and wasn't he studying Sain as well?

"Speaking of which, why did he make that strange noise at the festival that day?"

The more Lanle thought, the stranger it felt. What could make Younka panic?

Before he could think deeper, a message arrived from Younka's side.

[No]

"No?"

An entirely unexpected answer.

Sweat beaded on Lanle's forehead; just as he was about to inquire further, another message came through.

[No]

[No]

[Definitely not]

"This...."

Lanle was utterly stunned.

Unable to discern tone through magic array communication, he had no idea in what mood Younka was speaking.

Cold? Hasty? Angry? Or perhaps a more complex tone?

He frowned, pacing in the room, unable to decipher the meaning, and after a while, sent over:

[May I ask why?]

This sentence sank without a trace of response.

"...What the heck!"

Lanle kicked and destroyed the magic array, nasty words brewing in his mouth, but biting his lip, he ultimately didn't let them out.

"The teacher's words seem unlike himself; surely something's wrong."

"If no one helps, I'll handle it myself!"

"I don't believe it, as a prince, I can't gather enough people for a dungeon challenge?"

Lanle shouted, full of stubborn determination.

Days later, he again drew up the remote communication magic array.

[Are you there, Father? Support your dear son, will you?]

After a long exchange,

Lanle gave a long sigh of relief and softly muttered to himself:

"Finally got something to eat...."