Mice dominate the dungeon

George, whose thoughts had been interrupted, stared at Cavilion with wide eyes.

I did not answer his third question.

"Mr. George, it's your turn to answer!" Cavilion urged impatiently.

"Mr. Cavilion, two pieces of information correspond to two pieces of information." George smiled slightly and said, "I have no more information to ask, so there is no need for me to answer your question."

For George, knowing Dardo's general situation and appearance was enough.

There was no point in him asking for any further information.

"That's enough for today." George picked up the money bag and gold coins from the table.

"Wait, Mr. George!" Cavilion quickly raised his hand to stop him.

"I can pay you with gold coins for the information!"

This time, Cavilion didn't wait for George to refuse and immediately offered, "100 gold coins!"

George, who was about to get up, didn't say anything, but looked at Cavilion calmly.

But he was already muttering to himself about Cavilion!

How am I supposed to know Daldor's purpose in going to the Ashes Dungeon?!

Seeing that George remained silent, Cavilion assumed that his offer was insufficient and, after a moment's hesitation, spoke again:

"200 pieces!"

Knowing he couldn't pretend to be deaf and dumb, George could only force a smile and shake his head, saying:

"Mr. Cavilion! You think important information about an Emerald-level adventurer is only worth 200 gold coins?!"

Kavilion licked his slightly dry lips and said through gritted teeth:

"350 pieces!"

"I don't need detailed information! Just the general outline will do!"

George's smile froze. He had thought the other party would back down, but he hadn't expected them to offer an even higher price.

The offer of 350 gold coins stirred a kind of 'greed' within George!

But George quickly regained his composure and calmly began to speak:

"As you yourself said, now I only accept intelligence for intelligence regarding Dardo."

George didn't want to continue the conversation about gold coins, as he wasn't sure of the other party's financial situation, so he simply returned the favor to Cavilion.

Cavilion had just felt a surge of pride seeing George waver, but his own words dampened his spirits...

Cavillion took a deep breath, gave a professional fake smile, and asked, unwilling to give up:

"Mr. George, what other information would you like to know?"

George spread his hands and said, "I don't need any other information right now."

Does he have to go and ask...?

What does Dardo like to eat? What are his weaknesses? What skills does he have? What weapons can he use?

He asked, "Can Cavilion answer such a private question?"

Even if Cavilion knew.

What's the use of knowing Daldor's strength so clearly?!

Given the difference in their levels, even if he knew so much information, one slap from Dardo would still send him to heaven to meet his god!

He didn't have enough gold to hire another Emerald-level adventurer to attack Dardo...

Besides, the relationship between myself and Dardo shouldn't have reached the point where they are mortal enemies and one of them must die...

He was just trying to scare himself, but he didn't actually manage to scare himself!

Um... actually, I was quite frightened...

George hasn't slept well for a long time!

George, not wanting to continue entangled with Cavilion, secretly shook his head.

Immediately, he lifted his foot and walked towards the door.

Just as George was about to push the door open, a somewhat exasperated voice came from inside.

"500!" Kavilion gasped, "That's my final offer!!"

Any more, and Cavilion couldn't guarantee he'd break even on that intelligence...

Looking at George, who had his back to him, Cavilion couldn't see the other's expression.

But soon a slightly hoarse voice came through.

"Feel sorry!"

After saying that, George pushed open the door and left.

As George left, the door slowly closed.

The moment the door slammed shut, Cavilion slammed his fists into his desk!

"Damn it! How can he be so stubborn?!"

Kavilion slumped into his chair like a deflated balloon.

Based on his years of experience selling intelligence, a stubborn guy like George...

Either he's been placed under a special forbidden spell, or he's a fanatical and loyal mindless cultist!

Kavilion rubbed his forehead, sighed, and slowly sat up straight.

Forget it, since we can't find out Dardo's purpose in going to the Ash Dungeon, we won't do this business.

It's not so bad, really. After all, dealing with intelligence on high-level adventurers is often extremely risky, and you could end up losing everything... That's the only way Cavilion could console himself.

Meanwhile, on the other side...

George returned to the hall expressionlessly.

He then nodded goodbye to the blond bartender, Serallo, and walked straight through the bustling hall, leaving the tavern.

Once outside, George hurried home.

Halfway there, George couldn't hold back any longer!

Immediately, he hid in a dark alley corner, leaned against the wall, and bit his fist tightly!

At this moment, George's emotions were churning like boiling water.

That's a whopping 500 gold coins!

How long would he have to mine, how many monsters would he have to kill, and how many shady jobs would he have to do to earn that much?!

I haven't seen so many gold coins since I left [Holy Song City]!

George was able to calm down when the warm blood rushed into his mouth.

George was able to resist the temptation of such an exorbitant price simply because he knew exactly why he was going to the tavern...

It was to obtain information about Dardo and resolve the trouble of being targeted as much as possible!

Not for the sake of making money.

If he had dared to fabricate false information just now, although he would have received money, he might not have lived to enjoy it!

This will definitely lead to a lot of trouble!

His peaceful life of a few years is about to end, and he will probably have to run for his life again!

George sighed, wiped the blood from his fist, and left the alley.

As for "Dardo," the one who terrified George and caused him so much anxiety, he's still having sweet dreams in his mouse nest...

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The ninth floor of the Ash Dungeon.

After receiving secret instructions, a slender frontline soldier mouse quietly left the mouse park.

We hurried westward into the park.

After a while, the frontline soldier rat arrived at the second division that it had just occupied in the park.

After waiting a few seconds outside the gate of the second division, a scout mouse slowly emerged from it.

The frontline rats and the scout rats nodded to each other.

Without further communication, the scout rat led it into the main passage outside the branch.

Led by the scout rat, the two rats traversed the complex rat trails and headed south.

They eventually stopped at the end of a newly dug rat trail.

Looking through the hidden cave entrance, a vast swamp came into view.