Who Designed This Underworld Dungeon?

"Ah, using the Elemental Bottle instead of wine is really unsatisfying!"

"Your Highness, let’s go out quickly, everyone is eager to drink heavily!"

"We must have a celebratory feast today."

When the warriors sitting together clinked glasses with the Onion Knight and finished the Elemental Bottle in one gulp, they all let out completely dissatisfied voices.

The taste of the Elemental Bottle, no matter how stimulating for people, could not compensate for the lack of alcohol. Now they needed to consume an enormous amount of alcohol to cure their fatigue.

Since the interaction with the Yanor Kingdom began to intensify, the warriors of the Warrior Country have been increasingly influenced by adventurers, and they must hold a feast after great battles, which can be considered a kind of cultural output.

"Alright, alright."

Temude loved his subordinates dearly, and as long as it did not affect major matters, he was quite indulgent when it came to the warriors drinking and seeking pleasure.

"Rest a bit, rest a bit, and let’s go out when we have strength."

He said this while everyone was lying haphazardly on the ground resting, then turned back to glance at the Fire Transmission Throne, staring at the skull of Youmu on it for a long time.

While staring at the counterpart, flames of different hues seemed to burn in his eyes, affecting his demeanor and making him show expressions he never had before.

A sound came from under the Onion Knight’s helmet, but before he could completely utter a word, Temude suddenly interrupted him asking:

"The Giant King earlier, did he still retain some sanity, and wasn’t entirely plunged into madness?"

"..."

The Onion Knight was silent for a few seconds and did not move either, the warriors nearby also noticed the situation here, and immediately held their voices, listening carefully to what would happen next.

"How do you know that, friend."

Temude merely nodded and did not explain.

The various expressions of Giant King Yum in battle indicated that he presumably retained some of his own sanity. For example, at the last moment, he paused upon seeing the Onion Knight.

Perhaps madness occupied most of his time, but in those moments, sanity regained the upper hand. Unfortunately, those moments of sanity could not make him act like a normal person.

"From being acclaimed as the king of the City of Sin to becoming the Ember King of Fire Transmission, did he ever fully want to do these things?"

"...."

The Onion Knight still didn’t answer Temude’s question.

Temude, trained by Princess Serine, possessed a potent ability to interpret fragmented plot integration of Sain Dungeon, allowing him to think of many previously overlooked details after the battle, when he had more time for calm reflection.

A series of item descriptions surfaced in his mind, quickly making him think of many things that had not been depicted.

"The Giant King, it would be hard to say that he completely wanted to become the Ember King, but due to a sense of responsibility, or to protect those mistrustful subjects, or perhaps for some other reason, he entered the kiln to become firewood."

"When he was awakened again after being burned once, he certainly retained his sanity, perhaps willing to transmit fire once more, but upon seeing the City of Sin fall into its current desolate state, he completely gave up the thought of returning to the Fire Transmission Throne... what I say should be not too far off, right?"

Temude looked at the Onion Knight, who shook his head initially, then slightly nodded, leaving his true intentions unclear.

But his speculation should not be largely incorrect.

"Perhaps the Giant King had long anticipated the future of the City of Sin, his reawakening, and the future of refusing to transmit fire, which is why he entrusted the Storm Tamer to you, his friend."

"My duty is to bring the Ember King who refuses to transmit fire back to the throne, which is the oath my old friend and I made... he personally asked me this."

The Onion Knight finally spoke, giving a response that matched Temude’s speculations.

"Wait, wait, usually at times like this, shouldn’t we unite friends to rebel and refuse to transmit fire?" A nearby warrior asked puzzledly.

As soon as he asked this, someone beside him knocked on his head, reprimanding: "Don’t speak without thinking things through."

"Perhaps it’s because of his sense of responsibility, or simply being too kind." Another warrior said.

Maybe it was because Yum had an extraordinary sense of responsibility, which led him, after foreseeing his future, to entrust Jack Baldor.

Temude revealed a praising expression, nodding while saying:

"If not innately kind, how could anyone become the Ember King for a group of distrustful people."

The short time of adventuring in the City of Sin infinitely increased his goodwill towards Giant King Yum, perhaps even surpassing the status of Fran Undead Team in his heart.

"Jack Baldor, I extend the highest warrior respect to you and your friend, Yum."

Temude thumped his chest with his hand and said solemnly.

The warriors exchanged a glance, rising from the ground one after another, similarly making saluting gestures, strong and powerful voices echoed within the City of Sin.

"Thank you, my friends."

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