Rita didn't rush out with Shadow.Q right away. Instead, she set up a table in the backyard and took out some food from her game backpack. The two of them, plus a dragon and a group of cats, enjoyed breakfast under the shade of a parasol.
Occasionally, voices could be heard from the roof—the players fighting in the dungeon. It wasn't that they were loud, but Rita's senses had grown sharper and more sensitive recently.
Shadow.Q pointed toward the roof and asked, "Ever thought about selling this dungeon?"
Rita instantly caught Shadow.Q's underlying message. If she wanted to represent the Special Affairs Bureau and clear up the payment once and for all, they could have talked yesterday. For instance, trading the ownership of this Level 3 dungeon for temporary use of a Level 15 dungeon. So she asked, "How would that work?"
