790 Chapter 790- Rank Up- [B] Tier Intermediate Ranking Dungeon (4)
Simon needed to find some other way.
"If the Forest Spirits are too busy, then send me those orcs. If I am not mistaken, you have a huge population of them inhabiting a couple of floors of your dungeon right? The orcs are one of the races in the universe gifted with an all encompassing abilities"
"Although they are not masters of any one craft, they do have abilities that allow them to do anything they want. Artisanry, Warmongering, Magecraft, Weapon Smithing... their builds allow them to be able to do anything. The ones in your dungeon still have unevolved potential. If you give them to me, I may be able to help them evolve into higher stages"... This chapter was first shared on the Ñøv€lß1n platform.
"Orcs huh"
Prime's words reminded Simon that he still had lots of unused manpower inside the dungeon. Led by Berigard, the race of Diluvian High Orcs was a force to reckon with.
They have been steadily making progress, evolving all of their high orcs into Diluvian High Orcs. However, other than that, there was not much to talk about.
The position of the Diluvian High Orcs were deep inside the lower floors of the dungeon. Not many adventurers have the strength to reach those floors causing much of the potential of the orcs to remain unused.
It was not like the Diluvian High Orcs had no potential, he had seen himself how powerful the orcs could grow if they had the right resources and appropriate environment. There was a possibility of more individuals like Berigard popping up.
However, the truth was that by shifting them inside his dungeon and placing them in a secured place, he robbed them of this opportunity. What he had forgotten was that the orcs were able to reach the level they were precisely because of the warring environment that constantly needed them to fight and advance themselves.
All of those conditions were absent in the deeper floors of the dungeon leading the growth of the orcs to become stagnant.
Although their level couldn't be said to be weak especially when compared to the adventurers around this region. However, how long would that last? With the increase in the rank of the dungeon and the changing times, it wouldn't be long before when level 400 would be seen as weak.
At that time, the powerful floors of the Diluvian High Orcs will become a dead weight to his dungeon. In that regard, Prime's offer was not bad. If he can allow them to evolve into higher stages, it would help increase the defence of the dungeon.
Simon understood that but the fact that they were a race that was initially foreign to the dungeon and was later brought inside by him, bothered him. To put it simply, he cannot trust them as he did the forest spring spirits and the Andromedas.
Their leader Berigard who formed a soul contract with him was one thing but bringing in the other orcs into the [WorkShop] which was essentially one of the most important floors of the dungeon...
As if seeing through his concerns, Prime recommended "How about this then, send one of your subordinates to bring the words that I said to the orc that was here a moment ago. If I reckon, he should be the leader of the orcs. I will only take those orcs who are the most loyal. As an added precaution, you can also assign a small unit of Mk 7 Andromedas to watch over them. That way you wouldn't have to worry too much".
Cecilia continued to talk non stop while Simon silently listened to her. Irene and Bea would sometimes join the conversation adding in their suggestions.
At this moment, a window suddenly popped up in front of Simon.
"So it's finally starting huh"...
"Woah, the dungeon is going to increase in rank again!!"
It was not only him, all the residents of the dungeon received the same notification.
[Notice- All the conditions for the rank up have been met. Dungeon- Laplace will now undergo a transformation to become a [B] ranking dungeon. Time till the transformation ends—3 Days]...
Ding...
[Additional Notice— Gifts will be sent to all the inhabitants of the dungeon as per their contribution]
Almost at the same time, Tower Town—Adventurer's Association building. At this moment, a large crowd was gathered inside the building. People were cheering, applauding the new mayor of the town standing at the gallery on the upper floor.
She was a beautiful woman with long lustrous violet hair that reached till her back. She had an alluring body with curves that could mesmerise one's eyes. Long slanted eyebrows and protruding violet eyes.
On her body, she wore a dark purple dress with a long slit on the side, revealing and hiding her beguiling shapely legs. Just by standing there, she exuded a noble, elegant aura that made her stand out amongst the crowd and her every action that had a certain eloquence to it, hinted of her high birth.
Who could the woman be other than Cynthia Augusta Ellesmere? After she accepted the offer of being the mayor of the town, the people of the tower town, threw a big celebration party. Commemorating the freedom of the town and a new beginning.
Standing next to Cynthia, were her loyal retainers and Annette and her group. Blake and his party were also there, as this was also a party to celebrate the awakening of the heroes and their triumph over the catastrophe, they were the stars of the show as everybody fawned over them to gain their favour and leave an impression.
"How are you, Blake? I heard you woke up just a few hours ago. Is it alright for you to walk and drink already?" Cynthia walked over to Blake and asked.
"Haha, my body feels like it's overflowing with energy for some reason. It's refreshing as if I have become more powerful. With how pumped up I am, there is no way I can continue sleeping in that bed for even a second"
Blake commented, biting a generous size meat with his teeth. With how high spirited he was, nobody would even think that he was in a comatose state for more than three days.