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

Chapter 275, 1.20 Messenger
This is a sunroom with special glass panels that combine to form an octagonal room. The roof is tilted at a 45° angle and converges upwards, with a magnificent lamp hanging down from the top.

Through the glass, you can see the massive blizzard outside. Despite the huge temperature difference, the glass doesn't fog up at all, making it easy to see the truly fierce snow scene.

The glass room was surrounded by beautiful out-of-season flowers, but in the center there was only a deck chair and a coffee table. A handsome young man was sitting in the deck chair, holding a book and reading it carefully.

His soft, white hair trembled slightly. As if he had heard footsteps behind him, he looked up and glanced at the snow scene before turning his head to look at the tightly closed wooden door.

A gentle knock sounded on the door.

Her icy blue eyes stared silently at the tightly closed wooden door, while the crystal Rubik's Cube earring on her left ear shimmered faintly.

The knocking on the door continued.

Even without receiving any response, the person knocking on the door did not give up.

It's unclear how long this lasted, but the boy gently closed the book and placed it on the coffee table beside him.
"Come in." The boy's clear voice, slightly hoarse, betrayed no extra emotion.

The doorknob was turned gently, and a person completely covered by a black cloak walked in, still covered in snow, clearly having just arrived through a blizzard.

Because it's a glass sunroom leading from the interior, once the wooden door was opened, there was no feeling of coldness from the outside; it remained very warm, and one could vaguely see the cozy living room through the door.

He first patted the snow off his cloak with his black-gloved hands, complaining as he did so, "The weather in the Kingdom of Sin in December is terrible. If you hadn't sent me a message, I really wouldn't have wanted to travel all the way from the Kingdom of Sin to come here."

"Jera, did you bring her?" Daolin asked.

"I brought it, I brought it. Of course I brought it, you said so." Jie stretched out her hand, took off her hood, revealing her beautiful face. Her long, dark blue hair fell behind her head and swayed gently with her movements.

He pulled back his black cloak, revealing a satchel slung across his shoulder with his hand outstretched. He unzipped it, pulled out a parchment scroll and two letters, and handed them to Daolin.

"The letter has no name, and we don't know who sent it. The parchment is the list of dungeon owners you wanted." He paused, then asked doubtfully, "Why would you specifically buy the list of dungeon owners? Even if you knew, it wouldn't change reality. Besides, it only shows a ranking and name; it doesn't reveal any other information."

Daolin reached out and took the letter and parchment, which were still slightly chilly. He looked down and examined the two letters repeatedly. One of the letters had a few blue baby's breath flowers decorating the wax seal.

He chuckled and said softly, "Even without a signature, it's not hard to guess who sent it."

I never thought I could keep my faked death a secret forever; three months was the absolute limit.

In any case, as soon as the Crown Prince list is updated, anyone who knows his title can tell whether he is really dead just by looking at the rankings.

He picked up the letter opener from the coffee table, opened the two letters, glanced at their contents casually, then stuffed them back in, saying, "They're not too far off from what I expected."

"So you mean everything that's happened so far is going according to your plan? Aren't you a little too confident?" Zyra chuckled and teased.

He slowly stood up, wearing only a thin white shirt, with a blue breastplate simply fastening the knot.

He stood in front of the glass, quietly watching the blizzard outside. His figure was reflected in the glass, as were his ice-blue eyes, which were even more clear and pure than sculpted crystal.

He gently placed one hand on the glass and spoke slowly in a voice only he could hear, "By the time a person has lived this long, their personality, way of thinking, and thought patterns are already fixed. Once certain key points are identified, there's no need to guess what they'll do next; they'll definitely act according to their own way of thinking." If this way of thinking is described as a special biological code, then since it's a code, it must have its own unique way of being deciphered.

Everyone is the same, including himself.

Even if the process is troublesome, there is absolutely no password in this world that cannot be solved.

Jera paused slightly, sensing an aura of loneliness emanating from Dao Lin, yet he wouldn't allow anyone to approach. Like the blizzard outside, sharp and fierce, it concealed all secrets in pure white, preventing others from seeking them out.

“Daolin…” Jera murmured softly, then chuckled, “He really is an incredible guy, taking mystery to the extreme and rejecting everyone?”

You are adept at interpreting and understanding others, but do you truly understand yourself?

Actually, you just hate being with other people, otherwise why would you move your home to the most dangerous snowy region of the Sinful Kingdom?

I suddenly remembered a saying: the person who can least understand is themselves, because they will always have a wrong perception of themselves, and their own thinking is the culprit that misleads them.

Zyra ruffled her long, dark blue hair and said softly, "I've delivered the items. Now it's time to head back to the Mysterious World."

"Jera, I've been wanting to ask you this for a while, are you a girl?" Daolin turned around and asked.

"Um...can I say no?"

Zyra hesitated for a moment before saying, "I am a merman. I have no gender before adulthood. After adulthood, I can change my gender according to the gender of my mate. However, if my female partner dies or I am the only merman left, my gender will automatically be changed to female."

Of course, if a female mate dies and the next one is also a female mate, the male can remain male. A male can freely transform into a female, but a female cannot transform into a male.

However, I haven't chosen a partner yet, so I remain genderless. My appearance is rather androgynous, and people often mistake me for a girl; I'm used to it by now.

Dao Lin glanced at Jiela's androgynous and exquisite face, then focused his gaze on the scroll that remained unopened.

"Could you wait for me a little while?" Dao Lin said softly.

"Huh? Hmm... Sure, anyway, with such a big blizzard, it's too much trouble to go out now." Zera nodded, although she didn't quite understand what Daolin was going to do, she still nodded obediently.

Daolin used a letter opener to cut the rope and unfolded the parchment scroll in front of him.

His brows furrowed suddenly. "The owner of this instance has been rigorously selected." In fact, a special selection process was conducted, ensuring that the situation from the previous voyage would not occur again.

"Pretty much, anyway, I didn't participate," Zyra said thoughtfully, as if she had thought of something.

“High Priest Dionysus…” Daolin read aloud, a hint of dark light flashing in his icy blue eyes.

(End of this chapter)