[2 hour later – Guild master private tent.]
"…"
"Okay." – said the guild master with straight face as she sat on the chair while also holding a cigar.
"So let me get this straight."
"You are telling me, that no matter what happened… We are not allowed to destroy the dungeon."
"And most specifically, we are not allowed, under any circumstances, even kill the dungeon master?"
"That is correct." – replied Arthur who sat in the chair.
"…"
"Mister Arthur Wirmur." – said the guild master who put down her cigar without even lighting it up.
"Are you fucking with me, you little shit?"
"We are dealing with a dungeon that possess unknown danger."
"We are dealing with monsters problems left and right."
"There are also some bandits who wants to use opportunity by the left over chaos to pull some stupid shit or the remains of the elven kingdom straight up becoming pure terrorist…"
"And you here, now telling me, to fucking not kill the dungeon master?"
"…"
