327 325 Family of the Goddess of Chaos (2/2)

”Well, now it's our turn”

”Oh? That's funny. What do you want to hear?

”Are you the Dungeon Master?

”You're not, are you?

”What? Then why...”

”No. Now it's our turn, right?

'... ok'

Fran is regaining his composure and fighting each other with Valkyrie. I still could afford it. Then let's move on to gathering information here. I was able to bring it into the development of alternating questions about how well it was going.

”The producer said he didn't know, but how far do you remember it?

”My memories only come from the recent past. It's just before I met Fran, the gear man.”

I dare not lie because Murreria may have the type of skills to see through the lies. It was also likely that he possessed lying nursing skills because he was unquestionably convinced when the producer said he didn't know who it was made of earlier.

It's a strange story to trust this guy, but if you're told you lied to him, there's a good chance you won't be able to keep asking questions. Then it would be better to be able to pull out the information over there, even if this information is to be given somewhat.

”Yeah. Was it just made? Or has the seal just been unsealed?

'It's my turn next. You said you weren't a dungeon master, were you? So who is it? He said something that would allow him to use the power of the dungeon...'

”You want to know? Well, fine. I am the Dungeon Submaster. You can use some of the master's authority, right? Use your points.”

”Submaster? Point? '

”Keep the order. Me next. What's your fucking name?

I'm kidding... Well, I can't help it. I'm used to it now, rather attached to it, but even I thought it was a weird name at first.

'That's the name Fran gave me. I didn't have a name. ”

”Huh? You didn't have a name? Isn't it still a divine sword...”

'That's my question. The point is, what is it?

Murreria shrugged, but I was strangely curious. Well, don't take advantage of my self-evolution points, either.

”Is that what you want to know? Nothing, but you won't be able to talk anyway. A point is a goddess point and a point commonly referred to as a GP. If you run the dungeon properly, you will be given it by an abominable goddess of chaos. You can expand a dungeon or summon a Warcraft by using that point through the Dungeon Core. - Huh?”

What's the matter with you? Murreria, who finished her explanation, is surprised herself for some reason? But Murreria's words don't stop.

”There are many ways to get points. For example, killing an organism in a dungeon. And stronger, more experienced individuals have higher points to get. That's why the Dungeon Master brings in adventurers on purpose. Others can suck up magic from the ground pulse and convert it to points, but it's not very efficient.”

Explain that far and keep your eyes open as Murreria was surprised. No, he's actually pretty surprised.

”I knew it! I knew I could talk! Hahahahahahaha! Why?”

Murreria gave him a joyful look this time, and he gave him a laugh. Seriously, I don't know what that means.

”Hey, who are you? Are you a dungeon associate?

”What?”

”Seems different when I think it's a divine sword... Family of the goddess of chaos?

No, I'm the one who wants to know.

I was told I was a family member when I met the goddess of chaos before, but in the end there was no detailed explanation.

Why are you asking me that?

”The family of the dungeon is bound to the dungeon. Because of that, I can't tell anyone about the dungeon. Is it as good as the rest of the dungeon's family you can talk to without restriction?

Speaking of which, Lumina said that. But this guy can talk to me normally. Or do you mean, to this extent, you're not caught up in the restrictions? But it was a fairly detailed story.

Plus I couldn't hear more about the dungeon from Lumina because of that restriction and the mess. However, when I think about it, there were both Fran and Ursi on that spot, maybe two people were on the limit.

”I wasn't originally part of the dungeon. A few years ago, the power of the dungeon combined with the power of a man named Linford, the Wicked Mage, was summoned by the Wicked God. Linford! That abominable grandfather! An evil sorcerer ruled me, the witch of the evil gods! And now they've made me a sub-master of the dungeon! They made us family members of the abominable gods who destroyed us! I can't even turn against that bandit up miscellaneous fish, just to say master! I can't even disobey a dungeon pledge! Everything is abominable! But I can talk to you! If I knew why, I might be able to get out of the dungeon!

Wait, wait, wait. You seem to be ecstatic, but you've got a name for me that I can't miss! What 'd you say? Didn't you say Lynford? An old man of evil magicians, his name is Lynford. There can't be more than one such presence.

”By evil magician you mean Linford Lawrencia? He was over 100 years old, a monstrous grandfather”

”Oh? You know what?

He's dead on other continents, right?

”Oh! I knew it! I thought something had happened because my power to bind me to this world was suddenly weakened! haha! Get out of here!”

I didn't think I was going to come here and ask for Linford's name. I guess that means he was masterful in this country before he came to Barbora.

'What the hell is Linford all about?

”Hehehe! Fine! I feel good, so I'll tell you something special!