Dungeon of Pride, Laplace

Chapter 77: Undercurrents

The dungeon menu is meant to be used and serve inside the dungeon. hence the teleport function wouldn’t work outside the vicinity of the dungeon. However, one thing was bugging him, Simon did not know what changes had occurred to the teleport function after the dungeon menu merged with the [Main Menu].

Would the teleport work just like usual or would there be some new changes? Opening the [Main Menu], he called out to the Bloodthorn Demonic Warhorse who was lazing around in the forest area of the 30th before teleporting out. Feeling the breeze blowing past him, Simon felt quite relieved. Next up, he experimented with his dungeon function and quickly found out that…

“As I thought even after the merge I can only use it to teleport near the vicinity of the dungeon” Simon crossed his arms as he pondered. Suddenly, he noticed a strange thing that was he could still call out the menu even when he went a few distances away from the dungeon.

The dungeon menu was only accessible to him when he was near the vicinity of his dungeon. However, it seems like that was not the case anymore.

“It looks like after the merger, I’m able to call out the menu wherever and whenever I want” a content smile on his face. Ever since the dungeon menu merged with the [Main Menu], he was always anxious and trying to find a way to split the two, but after he found that all the functions performed as usual, he could finally put down this heavy burden from his mind.

Looking around, Simon saw the spiral tower underneath which his dungeon was located, had grown over a hundred meters tall. The spiral tower was distinctive in that It was quite wide about thirty meters and the designs and carvings on it had more impact than before.

It stood out quite a lot inside the eastern region of the forest and the mana that gathered near it was quite thicker. Simon believed that it wouldn’t be long before adventurers who dive inside the forest spot it.

As he was marvelling at the growth of his dungeon, an alluring figure donned in azure clothes came out of the gate. Her icy pupils looked around the dungeon in curiosity. Her mesmerizing jade white legs stood on top of an ice lotus that was hovering in the air. The figure was none other than Irene.

Before long another figure rushed out the gate, it was the Bloodthorn Demonic Warhorse. The warhorse was a [B] rank subordinate and was as sentient as a human. It had already been tamed by Irene a few days after she was summoned. It was to the point where Simon had to doubt whether the Analysis was wrong about the demonic warhorse being very difficult to tame.

Even when Irene restrained her aura, it could still feel the vast, majestic presence coming off of her. It gave a low neigh to announce his presence before flying towards Simon.

Simon made an awkward face as he saw the subdued appearance of the Bloodthorn Demonic Warhorse. He patted it to lift its spirit before riding on top of it. In a natural motion, he extended a hand towards Irene and was about to say something, when he realized the meaning of his action.

‘What was I trying to do?! Was I trying to make her sit behind me?!’ he thought as looked at his outstretched hand and Irene. Though the Bloodthorn Demonic Warhorse was quite big, if the both of them sat at its back, their bodies were bound to come in contact a few times.

An awkward silence descended~~~~

Irene looked at Simon and his outstretched hand. Understanding the meaning behind his action, her eyes frosted over before she turned over and swiftly flew on her ice lotus. Simon slowly pulled back his outstretched hand and gave an embarrassed laugh as he looked at the alluring back of the figure.

He hurriedly beckoned his warhorse as they dashed towards the forest after her.

*****

Far east from the City of Mountmend, was the barony of Morgress. Sixty percent of its land borders the tall Alps of the Snow Valley located in the demon continent.

The city of Morgress deals in slave trading and lives off from its various underhanded business with the surrounding cities. The entire city was a lawless area and the streets were plagued by muggings, thefts and assaults.

Ten years ago, the guild called the Seven Swords, subjugated a newly found [D] rank dungeon which was located at the Snow valley at that time and presented the dungeon core to the kingdom of Ellesmere. The royal family thus decided to give the guild master of the Seven Swords a peerage and the surrounding lands near the Alps of the Snow Valley as a reward.

Thus, the barony of Morgress came under the rule of the Seven Swords guild.

The city of Morgress was neither big nor small and its population was around three million. Sixty percent of the population lived in the slum areas and the remaining forty percent which comprised of nobles, adventurers, and merchants lived in the white areas of the city.

The law here was quite crude as the adventurers ran rampant and the merchants would indulge in unethical tradings. Likewise, the ruling authority in the city, Baron Morgress did nothing to stop all this and made money through all these underhanded tradings.

New slaves for auction would be brought here every day. Man, women, monsters of every race would be collared and enslaved if subjugated by the adventurers of the city. Even citizens here were not spared if they failed to pay their monthly taxes.

Every day, someone from the slum would be enslaved because of accumulating too much debt from those loan sharks before being sold to the slave traders for money. A gloomy atmosphere lingered over the slum areas all around, in contrast to that, the white areas looked quite vibrant as the people went with their daily lives.

Morgress mansion, the biggest mansion that was located at the centre of the city. The mansion was quite grand with lots of guards patrolling the area, the halls were decked with various luxurious items that reflected the tastes of the person that it belonged to.

Inside a meeting room that was closer to the balcony on the second floor of the mansion, sat a group of five people. Each of them wore a light or heavy warrior outfit which was by no means ordinary and made it clear that the profession of the attendees were adventurers. Their presence was just like their weapons giving of a black-gold sheen.

At the head of the seat, sat a man wearing casual clothing. The man had a built of a warrior, a shapely brown beard, and an average-looking face. His eyes were as sharp as a tiger, and his body bore numerous scars from the numerous battles he had gone through. His presence completely shadowed all the other people inside the room and was quite tyrannic. Two women with suggestive clothing and a collar on their necks sat at each of his sides.