The two old men had long grown used to people with his attitude. Players who had cleared the Dungeon naturally tried every possible way to pry everything about it out of them, while ordinary people were more interested in their past. After all, many were curious what crime they could possibly have committed for even their clan members and descendants to be sentenced to serve time in a Dungeon, never able to leave...
It was not that they could never leave. If the Dungeon collapsed or underwent other changes, they would be transferred elsewhere to continue working.
"There's nothing about us worth investigating for outsiders," the mild-tempered old man said slowly. "It's all just some old, insignificant history."
"Perhaps that's true for outsiders, but certainly not for those with the Feng surname," Xu Huo said. "Those who were forced to change their surnames after being sent here surely wouldn't stand with the Fengs either."
People were adept at taking out their resentment on those close to them and weaker than them. On the surface, all the town residents bore the Feng surname, and whenever someone died, each household would perform a simple memorial rite. Yet they were not close to the true Fengs. That distance was telling enough.
That was why the true Fengs were isolated and helpless within the Dungeon site.
Precisely because they were isolated and helpless, they wanted aid all the more. Though they acted coldly and did not trust outsiders, Outer District Players with no ties to the district were their only chance.
"If you want to hear a story, that's fine too." The mild-tempered old man slowly headed toward his house, while the hot-tempered old man gestured for Xu Huo to follow.
The three entered the mild-tempered old man's room, and Xu Huo was even