Are you kidding me?! The boss of the Hell Dungeon is a loli!

"Lord Jiang?" The skeletal old man turned around. "But is there something wrong with these floor tiles?"

Jiang Luo looked down at her little leather shoes.

It was polished until it shone.

"It's nothing." She put the lollipop back in her mouth. "Lolo was wondering how much each of these floor tiles costs."

The old man's bony face was expressionless, but his tone had clearly softened.

"It's worthless, worthless. If Lord Jiang likes it, I'll have someone break off two hundred pieces and send them to you later."

"Pry up three hundred."

"three hundred!"

The group walked inside.

The interior of the Senate was even more extravagant than Jiang Luo had imagined.

Towers upon towers, buildings suspended in the air, and chains hanging down from the sky, connecting the entire city, each chain covered with eyeballs.

Jiang Xiaobai sniffed very quickly.

"Big sister, the flavors here are so complex, there are so many kinds."

"Bear with it."

"Well……"

The shadow remained silent, its footsteps barely audible in the shadows.

When they reached the third covered bridge, he suddenly peeked out from the shadows and leaned close to Jiang Luo's ear.

"Mother."

"explain."

"The city's underground is very empty."

Jiang Luo was a beat slow in biting the candy.

"Bull or Bear?"

"Bigger than the entire city." Shadow's dark eyes stared at the stone bricks beneath his feet. "Shadow's shadow can't reach the bottom."

Jiang Luo didn't speak, and her red eyes lowered slightly.

The direction from which the source of the calamity trembled just now is down below.

Those old fogies in the Senate have something hidden under their butts.

Moreover, this thing is of the same origin as the calamity within her body.

Could it be that……

Is there still a portion of the family fortune belonging to the man in the broken iron shell buried here?

Jiang Luo's lips slowly parted into a smile.

That would be more than just 473,000.

"Dry bones".

"Lord Jiang, please speak!"

"What is the basement of the Senate used for?"

The emaciated skeleton in front of them walked on for a while, then stopped.

The stop was so abrupt that Jiang Luo could hear a slight dislocation in his spine.

The skeletal old man turned around, and the two eerie lights in his empty eye sockets flickered for a moment.

"Lord Jiang...why would you ask about the underground?"

"Lolo, just asking."

"Underground..." The old man's bony fingers twisted together. "There's nothing underground, just abandoned old foundations."

Jiang Luo stared at him for three seconds, then smiled.

She had a very sweet smile.

"oh."

She turned and continued walking forward.

After taking a couple of steps, he suddenly turned his head to the side and whispered something to Jiang Xiaobai.

"noob."

"Um?"

"Tonight, your older sister will take you to dig a foundation."

"Digging a foundation?" Jiang Xiaobai's round eyes widened into two copper bells.

"Keep your voice down."

Jiang Luo slapped him on the forehead, pressing his head back into his own shadow.

The old man's spine turned halfway around, and his empty eye sockets swept over this side.

"Lord Jiang, is there anything you need?"

"Lolo is talking to the dog."

"Xiaobai isn't a dog!"

……

The group crossed the third covered bridge and entered the main city of the Senate.

Jiang Luo's red eyes never stopped scanning the walls, pillars, and upside-down buildings.

After sweeping for a while, the corners of his mouth slowly flattened out.

Not right.

A row of display stands is placed on both sides of the corridor bridge, each display stand holding a so-called treasure of the academy, with a black nameplate underneath.

Jiang Luo leaned over and took a look.

"Bone Spear, Grade A"

Move forward one more space.

"Flesh and Blood Cloak, Grade A"

In the third compartment lies a dusty, gray stone egg with a nameplate that reads "S-Class".

Jiang Luo reached out, picked up the egg, weighed it in his hand, and put it back.

The quantities are all wrong.

"Bones, is this the most valuable thing your Senate has left?"

The old man with the withered bones twisted his bony fingers together, and only spoke after twisting them twice.

"These are all spoils of war won by past rulers, and their significance is extraordinary..."

"The meaning is worthless."

Jiang Luo slammed his sickle against the display stand, and the stone egg rolled twice before falling to the ground, cracking open and revealing half a shriveled worm crawling out.

The crow watching from behind twitched its eyelids.

"Lord Jiang, this looks like one of their exhibits..."

"It's fine if it breaks; add another item to the compensation claim."

"Add, add whose?"

"Add their own."

The old man with withered bones immediately bent over.

"Yes, yes, it was our fault for not supervising them properly."

Jiang Luo didn't respond to that.

She walked another dozen or so steps and passed a warehouse with its door open.

Inside were boxes of soul crystals, so pure they were almost white, and the top box was half empty.

A dozen or so menial servants were strangely stuffing sacks with iron shovels.

Jiang Xiaobai sniffed twice, then drooped his head.

"Big sister, this doesn't smell good."

"Lolo knows."

Jiang Luo bit down on the last bit of candy in her mouth.

If it doesn't smell good, it's worthless.

Logically speaking, the Senate, having sucked the blood of the bizarre world for a hundred years, should have collected enough tribute from its various territories to form a mountain.

As she walked along, she found A-grade junk everywhere, less than five S-grade items, and not a single SS-grade item.

All the assets she has on the surface are less than the value of any single drawer in the basement of her Red Moon Castle.

This is a bit interesting.

"Bones, how much tribute does the Senate collect from its various territories each year?"

The old man's jawbone clicked.

"This...this amount needs to be checked in the ledgers."

"About how many?" Jiang Luo glared at the withered old man.

"Approximately... seven or eight hundred thousand high-purity crystals."

"Seven or eight hundred thousand a year, over a hundred years..."

Jiang Luo tilted her head, counted on her fingers for a couple of seconds, but couldn't figure it out, so she put her hand down.

"Anyway, there are a lot."

"Yes...yes, quite a lot."

"Then where is your money?"

There was a three-second silence on the covered bridge.

The skeleton of the old man with withered bones shrank back half an inch.

"it took."

"Where did you spend the money?"

"Build city walls, maintain an army, and enshrine the sleeping array of the three rulers..."

"Does repairing the city wall really cost 70 million?"

Jiang Luo sneered and slung the sickle over his shoulder.

"Lolo's castle, from its dilapidated state to its current state, only cost a pittance to rebuild, and you're telling me your Senate charged so much?!"

"Red Moon Castle is blessed by the source of calamity, so our Senate..."

"That's because you're stupid."

The old man with withered bones swallowed his words.

Jiang Luo didn't press him any further.

She turned and continued walking, a little slower than before, her black leather shoes tapping out a steady rhythm on the stone bricks.

The doubts in my mind were pushed down layer by layer.

It's not that we don't have money.

The money isn't on it.

Those old fogies in the Senate replaced all the facades with Grade A junk, just for show. Not a single piece of the real stock was laid out on the ground.

She recalled the tremor in her chest when she first entered the city gate.

The mark of calamity doesn't mistake things. In that direction underground, something of the same origin as her lies hidden.

"Tongyuan" refers to Jiang Juechen's things.

Jiang Juechen's things are her things.

If the Senate has something hidden underground, then she'll dig it up from top to bottom, even if it means turning the Senate upside down!