Who Designed This Underworld Dungeon?
Chapter 508 - 348: Unknown Existence Beyond the Sky_2

Chapter 508: Chapter 348: Unknown Existence Beyond the Sky_2

His feelings for Eliphas were very complex.

On one hand, because Eliphas led the Light Eagle Group to kill the mutated villagers, he harbored a vague annoyance toward him, although he knew this was just his own whim.

On the other hand, Eliphas brought peace to the villagers and later extended some care to him, which led to a sense of gratitude.

Later, as Eliphas’s fame soared and he stepped into the Kingdom’s upper echelon, Fingerley felt admiration and respect for him.

"I just don’t know when he will fulfill his promise to help me find the mastermind."

Fingerley clenched his fists, thinking about what he would do if he found the "Evil Magician" responsible for his family’s transformation.

He feared he would commit irrational acts that no one could stop, which might cause others to scold him as "brain-dead."

Even if the real culprit was a high-ranking minister, he dared to storm into the Royal Palace!

"Forget it, I better leave."

After contemplating for a while, Fingerley ultimately did not step forward to help, not knowing why; after all, Eliphas could count as his benefactor.

Yet, a feeling in the dark urged him to keep his distance from this person.

He was about to leave, took off his hood to catch his breath, then suddenly sensed something, and quickly turned around—

Elsa was behind him, holding the Little Meteor, staring intently.

"Uh, hello?" Fingerley felt a bit awkward; however, seeing Elsa up close, he suddenly remembered that she seemed to be mingling with the Skyrim Strategy Group recently.

"So she’s from the Light Eagle Group; I thought she was with the Skyrim Strategy Group."

Fingerley also knew Luluwo, having met her while brainstorming a hundred ways to save the little boy with Leon, not the ways he could die... no, it was the rescue methods. He quickly developed a fondness for this woman who always came up with amazing solutions.

And Luluwo appreciated Fingerley’s sometimes serious, sometimes humorous personality, so their relationship could be considered friendly, with a recent trend toward becoming mischievous friends.

"Um, although you may not believe it, I actually plan to leave and no longer wish to fight."

Just as Fingerley said this, a Little Meteor suddenly shot past him; Elsa’s eyes sharply focused, and she reached out to grab it, only to exert too much force, cracking the shell and letting the core escape towards Fingerley.

"Got it."

Fingerley easily caught the Little Meteor and examined it.

"Strange, why is this one’s inside red? I remember seeing yellow before."

These Monsters’ shells were almost identical, but their insides varied in color, quite puzzling.

"Do you want this?" Fingerley noticed the girl constantly staring at him, feeling that she was easy to read, and tossed the Little Meteor over, which Elsa quickly caught, now holding two Little Meteors.

"Thank you!"

Elsa’s gratitude made Fingerley chuckle, deciding to chat. He flipped his hair and leaned coolly against the wall, about to speak.

The next second, the icy wall froze him in place, his body shivered uncontrollably, ruining his cool act.

"Ugh... really cold... Don’t mind the little mishap," he said, patting his arm that had leaned against the wall, "Speaking of which, you’re friends with Luluwo, right? I’ve seen you a few times. I’m also a good friend of hers, and we have quite a good relationship."

Elsa’s gaze was softer now; it was unclear whether it was due to Luluwo or the failed cool act.

"You like these creatures?" He referred to the Little Meteor, deliberately not calling them Monsters.

Elsa nodded, "Because they seem cute."

Suddenly, Fingerley thought of something and warmly invited, "Just right; my team is heading to the culinary area tomorrow, which has more adorable little creatures. Want to come along?"

Recently, Matilda hadn’t shown kindness due to Fingerley’s time spent on the little boy; maybe bringing a stranger to explore the Dungeon would prevent Matilda from scolding him in front of others? Fingerley contemplated, but felt Elsa might not agree.

"Sure, where to meet tomorrow?"

Unexpectedly, Elsa readily agreed!

"What?"

The next day, at Lake Lienia.

Fingerley brought Matilda and Aleya to the large bonfire at the Academy Gate Town, and as expected, Elsa was already waiting.

She was indeed passionate, not worried about being kidnapped?

"Let me introduce everyone..." Fingerley introduced his companions to Elsa, and all acquaintances were made.

"Let’s set off."

Elsa was eager to head toward the bonfire, but Fingerley stopped her.

"Wait a moment; I actually have some juniors who haven’t arrived yet. Could we wait for them for a bit?"

"Okay, I’m not in a hurry." She found a spot to sit down, appearing quite patient.

In fact, she had sneaked out from the Light Eagle Group; Eliphas locked himself in his room again yesterday, not seeing anyone. She was not interested in hanging around in the camp, so decided to sneak out.

Whatever happened seemed to have had a significant impact on Eliphas, even greater than the confrontation with Overlord Vonier, causing his mental state to appear off.

Yet, nobody understood why he became as such; after all, they didn’t know he had been ultimately humiliated.

If he didn’t have the ability to brainwash, people would begin feeling dissatisfied with the captain frequently breaking down. Actually, Elsa felt this way, so she ran away.

After waiting anxiously, finally, members of the Bone Stick Team rushed over, and the adventurer kept apologizing.

"Sorry, Big Brother Fingerley! We came late due to some unexpected matters!"

"It’s alright, now that you’re here, let’s depart—wait, where’s Tusi?" Fingerley was about to invite everyone to set off but realized someone from the Bone Stick Team was missing, the bearded wall Tusi.

"The unexpected matter we mentioned was Tusi, actually," everyone sighed, "His family seems ill, and he has to stay home to care, unable to come."

"Yes, yes, apparently his sister is sick. Strange; wasn’t she working as a maid in the Royal Palace? Don’t they have doctors to treat her there?"

"When we return, let’s prepare some gifts for him."

Fingerley expressed a bit of concern, waved his hand, and moved towards the bonfire.

"Let’s go!"