This dungeon has mushrooms growing on it.

Chapter 182. Found
"Where?" Solalyn's voice held an unusual urgency.

The reason she wasn't in the meeting hall was because she had already been called out of the guild by Mayne when the letter arrived.

At this moment, they are walking through the bustling free market.

This is a paradise for adventurers and small merchants, where the air is filled with the smells of leather, herbs, cheap tobacco, and sweat, and the sounds of bargaining and boasting rise and fall.

“Right there!” Mayne pointed to a small stall squeezed at the edge of the crowd not far away.

The stall owner was a middle-aged man with a shifty face, and two church warriors stood prominently beside the stall.

Solalyn's gaze swept over the messy old items on the stall.

Then, her breath caught in her throat—right at the edge of a pile of broken bronzeware, lay the simple silver pendant!
Like a lost star, lost and then found again!
Recently, the equipment that had been stripped from the church warriors has been gradually retrieved, forcing these frustrated warriors to wander the market every day like treasure hunters, buying armor that they don't even know if it belongs to them.

Today, it was while these two soldiers were rummaging through a pile of junk that they unexpectedly discovered the small photo inside the pendant. They then guarded the stall as if it were a major threat while quickly sending someone to notify Solalin.

Solalyn's hands trembled slightly as she picked up the pendant, opened it, and saw the familiar photograph inside.

She thought she had lost it forever, but unexpectedly...

"This..." Solalyn forced down her turbulent emotions and turned to the stall owner, "How much?"

Even though it was lost, the ownership of this pendant is now in the hands of the stall owner in front of him.

The stall owner's eyes darted around, glancing at the stern, expressionless church warrior standing beside him, then at Soralin's obviously anxious expression. A greedy smile spread across his face as he held up one finger: "One price, ten gold coins!"

"Greedy savages!" This absurd offer ignited a powder keg, and the two church warriors instantly erupted. One of them took a step forward, his eyes wide with rage. "You dare ask for ten gold coins for a silver pendant? You're asking for trouble!"

The vendor clearly knew the identity of the soldier in front of him and felt a little fear, but the greed in his eyes did not diminish in the slightest.

He quickly retrieved the pendant, clutching it tightly in his dirty hand, shielding it to his chest, and deliberately raised his voice, so shrill it drowned out the surrounding noise: "Tsk! Gentlemen, you can't say that! In business, it's all about mutual consent! The value of something depends entirely on who values ​​it, right? Besides—"

He drew out his words, his gaze sweeping defiantly over the holy emblem on the warrior's chest. "This is a legitimate business, fair and square, free trade! By the great God of Light, surely the elders of the church... won't lead the way in breaking these market rules?"

He deliberately emphasized "free trade" and "church," speaking loudly, which attracted many onlookers who gathered around, pointing and whispering.

"You bastard!" Enraged by being publicly humiliated, the impulsive soldier's forehead veins bulged, and he almost drew his sword, scaring the vendor into retreating.

Just then, Solalyn reached out and firmly placed her hand on the arm of the almost out-of-control warrior.

Her face was as cold as frost, but her eyes were unusually calm.

She didn't look at the vendor again, nor did she pay attention to the gazes around her. She simply and silently untied a heavy leather money pouch at her waist and took out ten gold coins.

The vendor's eyes flashed with a hungry wolf-like green light. He suddenly bent down, his withered claw-like hands moving with lightning speed, and snatched all ten gold coins into his palm!

His wrinkled face instantly blossomed like a rotten chrysanthemum, plastered with an extremely obsequious smile. He practically held the pendant in both hands, bowing as he offered it to Solalin: "Hehe, you're such a generous person, sir! Please accept this!"

Solalyn didn't look at his face, but simply grasped the pendant's chain and "lifted" it from the vendor's palm.

The cool metal chain pressed against my palm, the familiar touch carrying a slight tremor of relief.

She didn't immediately clench her fist. Instead, she lowered her head and looked at the small photograph again, her fingertips stroking the two young, smiling faces with extreme gentleness and almost tenderness.

Then, an extremely complex smile slowly bloomed on her lips.
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What does it mean that the Sword Saint wants to come and visit my house?
I'm fighting Juggernaut? Really?
After receiving the news, Aiding naturally informed Lin Jun.

At this moment, a mushroom in the dungeon is trembling.

Ultimately, Lin Jun only wanted to call Fanpuji over to do some work, so she didn't understand why she ended up with that "expert group".

But despite her trembling, after carefully reviewing the situation, Lin Jun felt that her worries seemed somewhat unnecessary.

Other unknown experts are one thing, but a Sword Saint?
He had actually seen it before.

At that time, the sword saint only sensed the presence of the scout Puji, but did not directly eliminate him. What does this indicate?
This shows that he is not skilled at investigation!
At least it's not the kind of situation where someone says, "I can tell you're not human at first glance!" Who knows, maybe Aidin will be the one in charge of the investigation!
If you keep your main body far away, there shouldn't be any problems.

Moreover, a swordsman is definitely a swordsman, not a magician. It's not like he would just sweep up all the fungal carpet he laid out while swinging his sword, right?
Thinking about it this way, at worst I'll just get cut off insignificantly.

Of course, we must also consider the possibility of the Blademaster working with the Mage to carry out a thorough cleanup.

However, if this had happened in the past, Lin Jun might have panicked a bit, but now?
The mycelial network of passageways across all levels of the underground city has already been laid out, forming a network that connects in all directions.

Cleaning away the surface fungal carpet is just peeling off a layer of skin; it doesn't damage the core of the organism.

Most importantly, this does not conflict with my original plan. My plan only requires the cooperation of the fans. Whether the fighting force that comes is strong or weak is not important.

With his thoughts shifting in this direction, Lin Jun's focus on the Sword Saint quietly moved from his own survival crisis to a direction that piqued his curiosity even more.

Sword Saint, one of humanity's top combat forces.

Just how strong is he?

Lin Jun, the Sword Saint's disciple at level 61, has already assessed him. He is very strong, extremely strong, but not insurmountable, and even... not invincible.

So, what about the Sword Saint himself, whose level is less than 10 levels lower?
Although Aidin repeatedly mentioned how powerful the Sword Saint was, how many demons he had killed, and what impressive achievements he had made.

But hearing about a lot of achievements is not as good as trying it out yourself.

It doesn't matter if she can't win; Lin Jun was mentally prepared for that.

He simply wanted to determine his place in the world's combat power through combat.

Thinking about it this way...

Wow, I'm actually starting to feel a little excited.

However, according to Aiding, the "expert team" will not be able to arrive for another two weeks.

Before that, Lin Jun wanted to deal with the troubles in her own backyard first.

……

An invisible scout silently folded its wings and hung upside down above the jagged rock ridge.

At the other end of the cave, the largest and most ferocious spatial rift that Lin Jun had ever seen, apart from the demonic tide, was tearing a huge gap in the rock wall with an unparalleled ferocity!
An unnatural, eerie light flickered within the crack, and a chilling aura continuously emanated from it.

Everything in front of where the plop landed was covered in a layer of ice.

Just as Lin Jun was hesitating about whether to let the scout Puji brave the freezing cold and get closer, an enormous eye worm silently "swam" out from the depths of the dark crevice!

Its enormous eyeballs, without the slightest hesitation, instantly and precisely locked onto Puji, who was hanging upside down on the distant rock top and in a state of invisibility!

A pale white ray of light instantly traversed most of the cave, striking the upside-down Puji precisely.

The instant it was hit, its transparent body stiffened and froze, unable to maintain its upside-down position, and plummeted straight down from the rock ridge.

During the fall, Puji's body turned into lifeless gray-white rocks at a visible speed!
Finally, it crashed heavily onto the icy ground below. With a dull, cruel cracking sound, it turned into a pool of cold, lifeless rubble.

The brief encounter meant Lin Jun only had time to glance at its basic information.

[Race: Keith - Evil Eye]

[Level: LV50]

　Due to my sleep schedule, I'll update at 8 PM from now on.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)