The First Legendary Beast Master - Chapter 1258: Everyone’s Out

Chapter 1258: Everyone’s Out

The rest of the groups came out every few minutes, as they had entered evenly spaced and all picked the same difficulty. That made for quite the spectacle to spread gossip about, and by the time that they were all ready to return to the Nara Group’s Alliance House for a debriefing on the test, a huge crowd had formed.

It seemed unbelievable that something like increasing the difficulty in a Mythic Dungeon could actually be possible, but there was no reason that so many people from multiple different Guild Alliances would be gathered here at this mediocre dungeon if it wasn’t at least partially true.

If they were doing some sort of wager, surely they would have chosen a dungeon with at least a decent chance of giving a suitable reward to compare.

But this one, it rarely gave more than a single Mythic item at all, and most of them weren’t even Epic Grade.

Now, for the Nara Group, that was still plenty. Totem Ranked drops kept the bills paid, even with infrequent trips.

But when Alliances challenged each other to contests, they tended to go all out.

It wasn’t like they would lose out by paying to enter someone else’s dungeon for the day.

However, none of the reporters had a chance to ask any more questions before another portal opened, and a group of Sholaha City Guards, all Mythic Rank, walked out and made a walkway for the King and the Immortal Regent to exit.

Karl stepped forward with a smile on his face, while everyone else looked incredibly nervous.

“Immortal Regent, Highness. It’s a pleasure to see you today. Would you like to accompany us to the Alliance house for afternoon tea? We have been training additional staff with the Mystic Cooking skill to ensure that the hospitality is up to your standards.” He greeted them.

Azov sighed and rolled his eyes, while the King looked moderately confused.

“You aren’t satisfied with simply stirring the spot, are you? You have to lick the spoon as well.” The Immortal Regent replied.

“In this particular case, yes. But in matters of Mystic Cooking, always.” Karl agreed.

Cara waved at the annoyed Immortal, who glared down at her and placed a hand on her head to prevent her from getting close enough to check his pockets.

Cara licked his hand, and the Immortal chuckled, then ruffled the fur on her head.

“I should have seen that one coming. But first, let’s get the gossip under control. Is it possible to repeat the increased difficulty settings for the dungeon?” Azov asked directly.

Karl nodded. “Indeed. All you need is someone who has successfully completed an increased difficulty clearance of the dungeon. If they’re leading the group, they can choose to increase the difficulty up to the setting that they have completed.

And, as it’s going to be your next question anyhow, only the final boss becomes an Immortal on the highest difficulty setting.”

Azov shrugged. “That’s better than nothing. Immortal Rank gear is certainly rare enough to make the difficulty worth it.”

The others frowned at Karl. Announcing all that in public was going to cause chaos for every member who had completed a dungeon today.

Then, the expressions shifted as they realized what Karl was doing. They were only a few months into the year, and his Guild Alliance controlled the Dungeon. They were going to become obscenely wealthy from the influx of new visitors to their dungeon.

Assuming that anyone was willing to take guest runs through.

After a moment, the King smiled. “And what difficulty setting might be the most efficient for an average group?”

Karl looked at the battered and exhausted members all around, then at Dana’s group, who were all still in good shape.

“I would say option two of five. That one is hard enough to give good rewards, but not so difficult that an average group couldn’t complete it without specialized members.

Golem Mages make everything better, or perhaps a Necromancer or Warlock who can summon.” Karl decided.

That startled more than a few of the reporters. Nobody ever actually thought to mention the more obscure classes when they were thinking of group composition.

“Shamans with area damage are a huge help as well.” Dana added.

That was more mainstream, and assured many of the groups that they might be able to do the run with the members they had.

Then Dana dropped a bombshell on the crowd.

“We will be donating three advanced summoning type spell books to the Blue Dragon Libraries for copying and distribution by the end of the week.”

She knew perfectly well that very few would actually be able to use all of them, but most mages should be able to at least use the Greater Golem spell, which would double their options for summoned protectors.

Though, if she gave the dragons the [Golem Duplication] book as well, they would make countless new friends.

For a moment, Dana wondered where that thought came from, then realized that it was actually Thor’s influence, as the Cerro was intently focused on how to turn this entire crowd into new friends.

The King looked shocked, but Azov just sighed. “You are right, we should finish this at the Alliance house before all hell breaks loose. I assure the rest of you that I will hold the Darklight Host to their word, and ensure that they do provide the promised spells to the blue dragons in a timely manner.”

Dana smirked, and Karl realized that there was a blue dragon mage standing right next to her, having snuck over when she started talking about new spells.

The unfortunate fellow didn’t realize that he had just volunteered himself to be the one to deliver the spells to the Library for duplication.

As soon as she could drag him to Karl, that was.

The guards who had come with the two national leaders shifted to make a path toward the Alliance house, and the crowd rapidly parted, creating a respectful path for the Immortal Regent.

Karl moved to walk beside him, a confident move that shocked the spectators, while Dana dragged her volunteer with her to walk behind them.

That left one perplexed King standing with the guards, who were doing their best not to laugh as Cara stuffed cookies into every fold of his ceremonial robes.

She had found another guy so poor that all his pockets were empty.

Unfortunate soul.