"Hey hey hey, Gedwin, are you sure this won't be a problem?"
Time flows back a few days ago, inside the Sain Dungeon, in the City Lord's room.
The Glory Dungeon Lord Gladiator came rushing over, holding a thick stack of papers filled with text, his face... oh, he's wearing a mask, so it's hard to see his expression.
But from his voice, you can tell that Gong Qiying might have given him either a magical or strange idea.
"What's wrong, Mording, didn't I make it clear enough?" Gong Qiying sat up from the altar.
Mording, that's the name the Gladiator gave him, supposedly his name before he became a City Lord.
This was the first time a City Lord had told Gong Qiying his real name; he never expected it to be someone like the Gladiator, who doesn't seem to trust others easily.
"Because what you wrote, I honestly don't quite get it."
The Gladiator Mording slapped the stack of papers in front of Gong Qiying and said:
