I'll also work hard to conquer the dungeon today.

Chapter 266, page 1.18: The Strategist Association

Sunlight poured onto the fountain, shimmering with dazzling golden light, as if sprites were swirling and dancing.

A very tall man stood in front of the fountain, carefully examining a newspaper.

[Crown Prince Ranking (Updated)]

[First Place: ? ? (Nightmare) [Quantity: 3]]

Second Place: Revive (Judgment) [Quantity: 3]

Third Place: Wisdom (The Hermit) [Quantity: 2]

Fourth Place: Adversary (Satan) [Quantity: 2]

Fifth Place: Traitor (Sariel) [Quantity: 2]

[Sixth Place: Guard (Black Knight) [Quantity: 1]]

7th Place: Enchant (Muse) [Quantity: 1]

8th Place: Cage (Number: 1)

[Ninth Place: Courage (Hero) [Quantity: 1]]

10th Place: Killing [Quantity: 1]

[The leaderboard statistics have been completed. We encourage all players to participate.]

He frowned slightly as he heard the enthusiastic discussions around him.

"Wow! Is the person in first place even human? They're way ahead of everyone else..."

"It's the only one with a '??' prefix, so it's obvious that it's not a simple character."

"Is it easy to become the crown prince? You wouldn't even survive a day if you were in that position."

"No, no, no, a day is too much, a minute at most."

"It's a pity that the crown princes' items are bound and cannot be stolen, otherwise these crown princes would probably become targets of villains."

"We'll have to beat them first, they all seem pretty strong."

Suddenly, he sighed softly, casually closed the newspaper in his hand and put it aside, glanced down at the watch on his wrist, and frowned.

"Why haven't they arrived yet..." he muttered, looking slightly annoyed. "This is more than just being thirty minutes late."

Several hours later, the blazing sun overhead gradually moved eastward (that's right), and the setting sun dyed the horizon a deep red.

Then someone finally arrived late.

Her long, wavy, misty gray hair was tied into a low ponytail and casually hung down her back, tied with a black hairband, and a hair clip with a beauty that seemed like a star was attached to the hairband.

A fish-scale-shaped, light blue forehead ornament accentuated her exquisite, doll-like face, making it even more difficult to discern her true gender.

His long, curled, misty gray eyelashes fluttered as he stared intently at the man before him with cold, dark gold vertical pupils, a look of scrutiny and disdain in his eyes.

He wore a black noble robe embroidered with subtle gold patterns, his arms casually crossed in front of his chest. At first glance, he exuded arrogance, and his sharp aura was immediately apparent.

He wore a brown money pouch at his waist, decorated with two black horns. Next to the pouch hung a small black book ornament and a large white mask, which swayed and clattered as he walked, making a crisp sound.

A slender, fair finger wore an antique black ring, and a small card was tucked between its fingers and waved in the air.

"So you're the one who called me out?" Mu Yin said arrogantly, his face cold.

"You're five hours late. Aren't you going to offer any explanation?" the man asked, glancing down at the time on his wristwatch.

"I don't care about you," Mu Yin said irritably, his face suddenly turning ugly.

He was almost there when he was suddenly teleported into a dungeon out of thin air. Phil's idea was for him to guide the new players through the dungeon, giving them a chance to get used to it beforehand. That's utter nonsense.

Why was no one there to guide them through the beginner dungeon when they came in?

However, he cannot attack new players, because no matter how he attacks, he cannot cause them any damage.

In the end, I was forced to choose to assist in clearing that dungeon before I was released.

Did you think he wanted to be late?!
That damn Philo!

Never let it have a physical form, otherwise he'll chase you to the ends of the earth and tear it to shreds.

"I'm sorry... I really couldn't find anyone else, so I had to ask you to fill in." Phyllis apologized, feeling wronged.

"So I'm just a tool? Moved wherever I'm needed? If it happens again, I'll kill them all." Mu Yin sneered.

The man stared intently at Mu Yin's displeased expression, then glanced at the time and reminded him, "Three more minutes have passed."

"Trouble. You're the one who called me out, and you haven't gotten to the point in three minutes, yet you're blaming me for not talking to you? Where do you get the nerve?" Mu Yin looked at him with no kindness whatsoever, speaking without any courtesy.

"It was indeed my fault. My name is Horus. I have long admired Your Highness Satan." His dark green, tousled hair was combed back, revealing a smooth, full forehead. He wore round-framed glasses and was quite handsome and mature in appearance.

At first glance, he gives off a cold and unapproachable vibe, and he is also an extremely meticulous man who cares about time.

"Horus? I feel like I've heard that name somewhere before." Mu Yin frowned. People who don't care wouldn't remember you even if they saw you, let alone just a name. But the fact that it sounded familiar meant that Mu Yegui had heard it and remembered it.

"I am the president of the Strategist Association," Horus reminded him again.

He was not talkative and rather dull, making it hard to believe that this was Shui Qi's boss. After all, as a subordinate, Shui Qi was far too lively, even audacious.

Mu Yin thought for a moment, then chuckled and teased, "That pyramid scheme organization whose members can be seen everywhere now?"

Horus: "..."

Perhaps because it was the first time he had met someone even more unreliable than Shui Qi, and who could even be described as sharp-tongued and sarcastic, Horus was speechless and had no idea how to respond to Mu Yin.

Pyramid schemes...

This adjective is so deeply ingrained in people's minds that it's hard to refute it in a short time.

"His Highness Satan seems to have some misunderstanding about our Conquerors' Association," Horus said, adjusting his glasses.

"Hey, don't try to explain anything to me. I'm not listening. It's a waste of breath. A pyramid scheme is a pyramid scheme. You can't just change its name and appearance and call it a pyramid scheme." Mu Yin said nonchalantly.

Horus frowned, glanced down at his watch, and then said, "Think what you will. I have a deal here. I wonder if Your Highness Satan would be interested?"

"Not interested, I'm not listening." Mu Yin said casually, his arms crossed over his chest.

The fish-scale-shaped forehead ornament on his head seemed to shimmer with a captivating light under the setting sun, swaying gently as Mu Yin turned his head.

He tilted his head and looked at Horus with a mocking expression. "You don't think I'm stupid, do you? Even a three-year-old wouldn't listen to what you're saying. I have no good feelings towards your Strategist Association, and I don't want to have anything to do with you. Can you please not drag me into this? I'm not that free."

"I understand, but it's better to give this to His Highness Satan." Horus nodded and handed the scroll with the sealing wax stamp to Mu Yin.

The cold, dark gold vertical pupils looked at the scroll with disdain, but still reached out and took it.

"Then, I'll take my leave first."

Mu Yin, a master of conversation.

To be fair, Horus has a really good temper; he didn't get angry even after being treated like that.

Like The Hermit, Judgment is a card from the Tarot.

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