Random Skills: Exploring Dungeons - Chapter 40

Chapter 40 Thinking

Three years. It’s too soon.

Kane was troubled by the thought.

Burton looked at his frown and knew that this kid really wanted to become Gold in a short time like three years.

For a moment, he did not know whether to call him confident or arrogant.

Burton’s expectations of him were actually around five years. According to the records of the distant past, most of the [Ring of the World) opened in five years.

He wanted to remind him, “Kane, most of them open in five years. There’s no rush.”

But it was better to be safe than sorry. Kane asked, “Uncle Burton, do you have any good suggestions?”

He had already said that. What else could he do?

“The only question I can think of for you is that your team consists of just you and Clea. It would be best if you formed a standard five-man team. The teammates must also be someone as talented as Clea.”

Kane considered the plan.

It was easy to form teams, but there couldn’t be many people who could completely keep up with him like Clea.

“Do you have a good recommendation, Uncle Burton?”

Burton was waiting. He couldn’t help but sound smug.

“Haha, you’re already calling me uncle. Can I say no?”

There really is one.

“Who is it? Tell me quickly.”

The Dwarf drew on his cigarette and couldn’t help but sound frustrated. “One is my brother, and the other is the grandson of my former teammate. Let’s not talk about this for now. I’ll send them a message later. Meet with each other tomorrow to find out if it’s appropriate. It just so happens that Clea needs a day to recover from her injuries.”

He jumped off the stool and walked towards the kitchen.

“You haven’t eaten yet, right? I’ll get you a big one.”

He looked at the centauress beside him. She had not spoken since the beginning.

He patted her involuntarily and asked, “What’s wrong, Clea? Why aren’t you saying anything?”

Clea looked at him and said, “How do you take so much news at once? I have too many questions and information in my head right now. I need to digest it. I’m going to my room.”

Then she carried Youyou to her room.

He watched Clea walk away.

Why was he so quick to accept?

Maybe I don’t have roots here.

Burton walked over. “What’s wrong? Where’s Clea?”

“Oh, she needs to properly digest today’s

news.”

“It’s okay.” Burton stood on the stool and patted Kane’s shoulder. “I heard the news with my teammates back then. That’s what happened.”

As time passed, the sky gradually darkened.

Marat opened the door of the tavern as well, and more explorers came to rest.

Burton had finally fixed his feast.

“Come, try my cooking. I’m in good shape today.”

With that, he asked Marat to carry Clea’s portion to her room.

Looking at the various meats on the table, he suddenly wanted to eat some vegetables.

But it did taste delicious. Even better than before.

Because of the increase in guests, the Dwarf chatted for a moment or two and then returned to his work in the kitchen.

After finishing dinner, Kane went to the entrance of the room.

Looking at Room 113, he shook his head and decided not to disturb her anymore.

After all, he was not a native of this world and could not understand the impact this news had on Clea.

Lying in bed.

The moonlight by the window.

Staring at the ceiling.

But he wasn’t looking at the chandelier above.

Ordinary life in his previous life. Friends. Parents.

Two years was still too short to erase the imprint of his heart.

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Early morning.

Kane sat at the bar of the Great Gold Tooth.

There were not many empty seats in the hall. It was time for the explorers to begin their new exploration.

“How is it? Hasn’t Clea recovered yet?”

Burton brought the prepared breakfast to Kane.

He took the white bread from the top and began to eat it with the jam.

“I don’t know. I didn’t call for her this morning. Let her rest a little longer.” He took a fierce bite of bread. “I have to recuperate today anyway. I’m not going to the dungeon.”

He was chatting with the dwarf when the sound of hooves came.

Kane turned. It was indeed Clea.

She was carrying Youyou and wearing a pale blue dress.

He moved aside to make room for her to sit.

“Uncle Burton, a large portion of bread with sweet bean buns.”

Seeing that Clea looked well, the dwarf chuckled and jumped off the stool to make her breakfast.

Kane looked at her. She didn’t seem out of sorts.

But he still asked, “How is it? Are you okay?”

The centauress turned and smiled at Kane.

“Don’t worry, I’ms not that fragile. There’s just too much information in an instant. It needs to be sorted out.”

She really didn’t look that fragile. He felt reassured.

“But you said yesterday that you were a Mist Warrior?”

“Didn’t I tell you?” Kane was puzzled.

“No.” Clea then stared at Kane and tried to widen her eyes. “So can I see it? That medal. I’m your teammate.”

He looked at the stars sparkling in her eyes. What was going on? Was this thing so attractive?

However, although he complained in his heart, there was no need to refuse such a small request, let alone a companion.

He lifted his jacket at Clea, revealing the inner lining

On his right chest was the Warrior Medal surrounded by a wisp of mist.

The centauress’ entire head was pressed against him.

Because of the racial difference, even sitting, she was a head taller than Kane.

Therefore, her current posture was a little indecent.

Seeing this, Kane removed the medal and placed it in Clea’s hand.

Clea held the medal in both hands and examined it carefully.

“It’s beautiful. Much better than in the photos. I’ll definitely have one in the future.”

“Why are you all so curious about this medal?”

Although Kane knew how precious this thing was, he didn’t know why she was so curious. As soon as she knew about it, she wanted to see it.

And it made Clea look completely out of character.

After returning the medal to Kane, she returned to her proper self.

“When I was young, there were many stories where the protagonist was a Mist Warrior. From a warrior, he explored the dungeon step by step, then went deep into the mist and became the lord of the mist. Of course, these are all fairy tales.”

I get it. It’s just like the martial arts I learned when I was young. If I met an expert back then, I would directly kowtow and acknowledge him as my master.

Clea suddenly remembered something and asked, “Didn’t Burton say yesterday that he would recommend two teammates today?” “Yes.” Kane nodded. “He said he would today. But I just asked him and he said they’ll probably be at the tavern this afternoon.”

“What kind of people will they be?”