"The Goddess's" Assistance
Red Windmill had arrived, bringing a food cart with him.
"You seem to be in a hurry. You probably haven't had a chance to eat dinner yet, right? I ordered plenty, so why don't you join me?" Red Windmill said with a smile.
Xu Huo pointed to the table beside him, inviting him in.
Red Windmill set the food on the table and poured a glass of wine. "You're injured. Are you allowed to drink?"
Losing a hand or a foot was a small matter for Players, let alone having a couple of drinks. Even so, Xu Huo declined.
Red Windmill joked, "Don't worry, I absolutely didn't tamper with it."
Xu Huo pushed himself over to the table in his wheelchair. Once seated, he said, "Even if you had, it wouldn't matter."
Red Windmill gave a dry laugh. He made a little small talk before getting back to the point. They still wanted Xu Huo to enter the Dungeon with them, because some of the Players were running out of patience. If they spent too long inside, they would have to face a high-risk Random Instance when they came out—and that was even more terrifying than a mental Dungeon.
"Entering the Dungeon is a huge risk," Red Windmill said, raising his offer. "We talked it over. Besides the two A-class items, you can name other terms. We'll agree to whatever we can."
Xu Huo took a sip of water before replying, "Would you agree if you were in my place?"
Red Windmill smiled. "Of course not. Forget it. I'm only here to make the trip on their behalf. Whether you agree or not, they can't blame me."
"Don't you need to clear it?" Xu Huo raised an eyebrow.
"Of course I do." Red Windmill poured himself another