"Huh, this is like an RPG," Gale said, reading the text expanded before his sight.
There were three difficulties in the dungeon, depending on the time limit on them. A month, twelve days and four days. Gale grunted, reading that.
"Do I have to wait that long for them to come out?" he muttered. Not to mention, he wasn't certain which difficulty they had joined the trial as. Or will they come in this way at all, or will they be deported to the next trial after they pass this one?
He wasn't certain, so he decided to converse with an old lady who had over ten thousand years of experience in this business.
[Who are you calling an old lady?] Saarya snorted into his mind.
'Technically, I didn't call,' Gale pointed, "just thought. There is a clear difference between that.'
[Not when your thoughts are clear to me,] Saarya told him.
'But that didn't change the fact that you're old, though,' Gale pointed, grinning. "You're still older than civilization, or was it more?"
