Chloe turned her head, her tail twitching in confusion.
At this time?
It hasn't been long since breakfast finished.
Who would come to visit?
Could it be someone from the Ganesha Familia again?
Or is it that rigid Captain Shakti coming back?
At the thought of that woman who always had a straight face, Chloe couldn't help but shiver.
"I'll go open the door-miao!"
However, to show her proactiveness, Chloe thought about it, gritted her teeth, and while cheering herself up in her heart, she volunteered and trotted to the mansion's door in the hall.
She took a deep breath.
Her heart kept chanting "don't see me, don't see me," fearing that the one outside would be Shakti's frost-cold face.
And then,
she carefully opened the heavy iron gate carved with exquisite patterns.
"Screeech—"
As the door slowly opened,
the morning sunlight poured in.
However,
when Chloe squinted her eyes and looked through the gap of the black iron gate,
seeing a carriage parked outside,
Chloe was stunned.
She saw an extremely luxuriously decorated carriage.
The body was made of high-quality ebony, with complex patterns carved on the surface and gold trim that sparkled in the morning light.
Four stallions with pure white coats, obviously carefully bred, were pulling the carriage.
But that wasn't what shocked Chloe the most.
What shocked her most was
that on the door of that carriage, an emblem was clearly printed.
She was all too familiar with that emblem.
Not just her, there wasn't an Adventurer in all of Orario who didn't recognize it.
—It was the symbol of the Guild!
And,
it didn't end there.
When the carriage door slowly opened
and the figure was about to step down,
Chloe's cat eyes instantly bugged out, her mouth hanging open in an "O" shape, wide enough to fit an egg.
Her whole body seemed petrified, standing frozen at the door, even forgetting to wag her tail.
Because she saw,
struggling to move down from the carriage, someone with elven features, but whose physique completely defied elven aesthetics!
A face that the Adventurers of Orario would recognize even if it turned to ash!
—Royman Madir!
The Guild Head!
That high-and-mighty pig from the Guild, who held Orario's economic lifeline in his hands and treated even a single glance at an Adventurer as a blessing, was actually walking this way?
...
A moment later,
inside the hall.
"This is unbelievable-miao..."
"It seems this god's influence is a bit ridiculously large..."
"Holy miao..."
Chloe stood by the door, closing the heavy carved door, feeling a bit dazed.
She felt her brain wasn't quite working, even suspecting that some hallucinogenic mushrooms had been mixed into her breakfast today.
Yesterday.
Shakti, the stern and even somewhat rigid captain of Ganesha Familia, was respectful to this deity, and even the Great God Ganesha himself had come to apologize in person.
While that operation was shocking, it was still within Chloe's realm of understanding.
After all, although Ganesha Familia is known as the "military police of the Labyrinth City" and maintains order with great prestige,
at the end of the day, it's just one of many divine factions.
To put it bluntly, they were just an officially certified group of high-level thugs.
It wasn't that strange for them to bow their heads and admit a mistake when they provoked a tough character.
But the Guild is different!
It is the administrative body that manages all of Orario! The absolute core of this Labyrinth City! A behemoth that holds the lifelines of all Adventurers!
To some extent, the Guild even represents the will of Great God Ouranos, who has guarded the deep underground since the early Age of Gods!
Usually, the Guild staff, even those at the service counters, are incredibly proud because of this.
Not to mention Royman, the chairman who manages the entire Guild's operations.
He is a legendary tough character who doesn't even show a friendly face to the main gods of top Familias and even dares to settle scores face-to-face!
And now?
This high-and-mighty pig of the Guild is personally running errands?
And...
Looking at Royman, who was currently standing in the center of the hall, his fat body trembling slightly, his face covered in a fawning smile that looked worse than crying.
Chloe just found it unbelievable.
Even Ryu, who was usually slow to react, was staring with complex eyes at the calm black-haired god sitting in the main seat.
This deity...
What exactly is his background?
...
In the center of the hall.
Heimer sat in the main seat, holding the hot tea Ryu had just refilled.
Seeing Royman drenched in sweat, he also raised an eyebrow slightly.
"Chairman Royman, making a trip personally so early in the morning."
"You really are diligent."
"Huff... huff..."
Royman panted heavily, quickly pulled out a handkerchief, and haphazardly wiped the dense beads of sweat from his forehead. He walked straight up to Heimer, stopped, and put on a bitter smile.
"Lord Heimdall, you must be joking."
"How could I dare delay the Guild's top priority?"
Royman said as he bowed and scraped, offering a fawning smile.
These words.
If an outsider heard them, they would surely think the sun had risen from the west.
But only Royman knew in his heart that every single word he spoke was the sincere truth from the bottom of his heart.
After all.
After witnessing the conversation between Great God Ouranos and this deity at the underground altar with his own eyes,
his worldview had already collapsed and been rebuilt.
You must know.
Ouranos is the creator of Orario!
The cornerstone of this magnificent city!
The incarnation of order!
Even during the peak of the once-arrogant Zeus and Hera Familias, Lord Ouranos had never been seen treating anyone with such caution!
As for exactly why Great God Ouranos was so wary...
As a subordinate, Royman didn't dare ask much, let alone think too much.
But having spent so many years in the cutthroat, power-hungry bureaucracy of Orario,
the sense of smell he had developed, which was sharper than a dog's, told him,
this was an incredibly powerful backer to rely on!
As long as he could cling to this person's leg!
Even if he could just become a familiar face and leave a good impression!
Then his position as Guild Chairman would surely be more stable.
Thinking of this,
Royman fawned to the extreme, his smile becoming more sincere and humble.
As he spoke, he carefully placed a black metal briefcase on the obsidian round table in front of Heimer.
"This is what you wanted, Lord Heimdall."
"According to your instructions, this is the highest-level intelligence clearance specially approved by Lord Ouranos."
"Inside is all the information currently held by the Guild regarding..."
At this point,
Royman's voice stopped abruptly.
A sharp light flashed in his small eyes, which were squeezed into slits by fat.
He glanced warily at Chloe, Lunoire, and Ryu standing in the distance,
as well as the girls who were leaning over the second-floor railing or hiding at the corner of the stairs, peeking out curiously.
Clearly.
This level of intelligence involved unspeakable deep secrets of the Dungeon.
It was not suitable for too many people to know.
Especially since there were several obvious outsiders present—those gossipy clerks from The Hostess of Fertility.
If this news leaked out...
Although Royman was greedy for money and power, he wasn't stupid; he still had this bit of professional ethics.
Heimer naturally understood the meaning behind Royman's hesitation.
But he did not ask the others to leave.
After all, for him, this information was merely to verify a few conjectures.
As for the others...
They would have to know sooner or later anyway.
As for now.
Heimer nodded slightly and didn't say much, just reached out and placed his slender hand gently on the metal briefcase.
"Mm."
Seeing that Heimer said nothing, Royman didn't dare speak either.
He simply thought that this deity wasn't as difficult to serve as he had imagined.
And so,
Royman secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and his originally tense nerves relaxed a bit. He quickly pulled several exquisite carved wooden boxes from his wide sleeves.
A faint herbal fragrance wafted out even through the wooden boxes.
"Right, Lord Heimdall, there's also this!"
Royman arranged the wooden boxes neatly on the table, his face carrying a bit of fawning and showing off.
"These are a batch of special supply medicines I specifically drew from the Guild's strategic reserve."
"They are all the latest developments from the Dian Cecht Familia that aren't even on the market yet!"
"This is the top-tier recovery potion personally concocted by the Saint of the Battlefield—Miss Amid."
"As long as there's still a breath left, drinking it will save your life!"
"And this..."
Royman introduced them while observing Heimer's expression, fearing that he might have been insufficiently thorough.
He had used his private authority overnight and even offended several old fogies in logistics to get these.
It was all to show his face and express his loyalty to this person.
After all,
providing help in a time of need is difficult, while adding flowers to a brocade is easy.
While this deity's Familia was just starting out and hadn't grown to the point where it didn't need external help at all, even just sending some supplies would count as a solid favor.
If something really happened to the Guild in the future, this deity might lend a hand for the sake of this favor.
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