[Several days later.]
"…"
"So… Are you really going to go with his plan?" – asked the lord.
"…"
"As much as it annoys me…. We have to." – said the guild master.
"If all the theories are correct, we came up with… The one that controls every single movement, order and what not of the golems is the dungeon master themselves."
"Dungeon masters are beings that are born with a specific level of intelligence."
"Sometimes they are… Not very smart, but sometimes they are smart as humans."
"We don't know how it works."
"Maybe by birth or maybe they develop their intelligence as the times goes by."
"Either way, the current situation proves that the guild master possess intelligence level of that of a human…. Meaning that it can 'think' properly."
"And that is the fucking problem here…."
"…"
"Still…. Bring him some 'corpses'?"
"Is he a fucking idiot?"
"Just brining SOME corpse will be straight up war…. And if the dungeon master decides to go all out, we will…."
"Fuck…"
"…"
