Qi Congming
The young Player led Xu Huo to an empty conference room and took out a thick stack of notebooks, placing them on the table. "These are all Mr. Lian's notes on being a Player. They're transcribed copies."
Xu Huo looked at the notebooks. Even as transcribed copies, they had clearly been read many times; the edges of the pages were badly worn.
"Thanks." He put the notebooks away.
The young Player nodded. "We still have to handle Mr. Lian's funeral arrangements, so we can't entertain you properly. If there's anything you need help with in the capital city, just let us know."
He paused, then continued, "Mr. Lian originally intended to die in the Nursing Home. It was only because of your help that he didn't have to go without even a moment of peace. I'll remember this favor."
After speaking, he bowed slightly to Xu Huo and left the conference room.
Xu Huo wasn't in a hurry to read the notebooks. He called for the painted woman and the other two, preparing to leave the government building.
The news of Lian Qingkong's death had already been announced. The entire nation was mourning, and households throughout the capital city had begun observing the mourning period of their own accord. By the time they left the government building, many shops had already hung white flowers.
"I didn't expect that old man to be so well-loved," Xiao Mei said with a sigh.
"After all, he worked tirelessly in Yu Kingdom for twenty years," Unlucky Egg added. "He was still thinking about the country right up to the end."
Next came the settlement of the Dungeon rewards.
Unlucky Egg had already said earlier that he didn't want the team reward, but the poison in his body hadn't been cured yet, so