Zhao Qingcang could see the strangeness on Gandalf's face.

He asked calmly,

"Why are you suddenly asking about this?"

"Did you also encounter this kind of underage person who awakened prematurely in Sakura Country?"

Zhou Huai did not hide it.

He needed Zhao Qingcang's help right now, and appropriate information exchange was the foundation for building trust.

Gandalf nodded slightly.

"It is Natsume Masahiro's younger sister."

Zhao Qingcang's body leaned forward slightly, obviously extremely interested in this topic.

"The data mentioned that she was suffering from a serious illness."

"Actually, that is not the case."

"Rather, a certain power within her is Awakening."

"I can feel that there is another personality inside her, trying to replace the personality that originally belonged to Natsume Rinku."

Zhao Qingcang nodded.

"Do you think that Natsume Rinku's other personality is very likely... an Ancient Remnant Clan member?"

Zhou Huai was noncommittal.

"I currently have this conjecture. The only thing I am certain of is that the revival of the Ancient Remnant Clan is definitely not groundless."

If the existence inside Natsume Rinku, the mysterious boy discovered by the military, and his own unfaced mother all belonged to the same group,

then this so-called "Ancient Remnant Clan" might really be starting to awaken.

This was definitely not a small matter.

An ancient civilization completely buried by the long river of history was now beginning to reappear in the world in this bizarre way.

What was their purpose?

Were they friends or foes?

All of this was full of unknowns.

What Zhou Huai cared about even more was the man from the Dawnbreaker Guild known as "Mr. Duan".

He seemed to have known all of this long ago, and was even silently pushing something behind the scenes.

Zhou Huai pulled back his thoughts and temporarily suppressed these chaotic thoughts.

He controlled Gandalf, meeting Zhao Qingcang's gaze.

"Marshal, you surely understand the current situation better than I do."

"Kujo Koji's ambition is already clear to everyone, and Qinze Taichiro's resurrection is only the beginning."

"Next, I must also prepare for battle with all my strength."

Hearing this, Zhao Qingcang's expression turned solemn, and he nodded heavily.

"What do you need me to do?"

Zhou Huai's voice was calm and powerful.

"I need a place to raise Gandalf's battle power Level."

"I hope the military can provide corresponding dungeon support."

Hearing this request, Zhao Qingcang not only did not hesitate at all.

This was the sentence he had been waiting for.

The stronger Gandalf was, the stronger the existence behind him would be.

For the entire Great Xia Nation, this was a tremendous good thing.

"Of course you can!"

Zhao Qingcang's answer was decisive.

He turned around and walked behind his office desk made of century-old mahogany, taking out a palm-sized black metal token from a locked drawer.

The token was pitch black all over, cast from an unknown metal, feeling cold and heavy in hand.

The front was engraved with a sweeping, dragon-flying-phoenix-dancing character "Military" in ancient seal script.

The back featured a ferocious giant Dragon totem roaring towards the sky.

"This is my warrant."

Zhao Qingcang handed the token to Gandalf.

"With this token, you can use all dungeons inside the military without restriction."

"Including those highest-Level dungeons that are not open to the public."

"You can take and use the resources inside as much as you like, without needing to report it."

Zhou Huai unceremoniously took the warrant.

It felt cold and heavy in his hand.

The giant Dragon totem engraved on it seemed to contain a certain power, and a trace of faint energy flow could be felt upon touching it.

"Thank you, Marshal."

Gandalf's voice was calm, and he nodded slightly towards Zhao Qingcang.

Zhao Qingcang waved his hand, his expression solemn.

"The future of Great Xia may fall upon the shoulders of you young people."

"Go ahead and make good use of these resources."

Zhou Huai said no more, turned around, and followed a young lieutenant who had been waiting at the door for a long time, leaving the villa.

The lieutenant led Zhou Huai to a dedicated elevator.

"Mr. Gandalf, the dungeon training area is on the third underground floor."

The elevator descended silently at an extremely fast speed.

When the elevator doors opened again, an even denser, noisy heat wave mixed with the smell of blood and herbs rushed toward them.

The scene before him made Zhou Huai's heart stir slightly.

This was an incomparably huge underground space, comparable in scale to a small city.

The dome was extremely high, embedded with lighting matrices simulating daylight, illuminating the entire space as bright as day.

Completely different from the orderly Dungeon Tower of Imperial Capital Academy, this place resembled a huge, non-stop war arsenal.

Busy figures were everywhere.

A soldier missing his left arm was sitting on a metal bed, while a Light-element healer hovered their palm, continuously pouring gentle Holy Light into his severed arm.

The soldier clenched his teeth tightly, veins bulging on his forehead, and bean-sized sweat beads continuously slid down.

Not far away, a fifty-person squad that had just withdrawn from a dungeon was surrounding a huge holographic tactical board.

Their captain, a sturdy man with a ferocious scar on his face, was pointing at the combat playback on the screen and roaring sternly.

"Position Three! How many times have I emphasized to you! Your positioning is too far forward!"

"Just because you were focused and instantly killed, our flank defense line collapsed instantly!"

"You are a whole! Anyone's mistake could lead to the annihilation of the entire team!"

The team members were all injured, and some of their armor was still stained with undried blood, but they all stood straight, their faces filled with guilt and unwillingness.

Further away, medics pushed stretchers back and forth, sending heavily wounded and unconscious soldiers into individual treatment pods.

The entire space was filled with a tense, efficient, and cruel iron-blooded atmosphere.

Zhou Huai did not pay too much attention to these.

His gaze was attracted by those huge "doorways" erected in the center of the space.

That was not the standardized space gate in the academy's Dungeon Tower.

Every "door" here was a huge annular metal creation with a height exceeding twenty meters and a width exceeding fifty meters.

In the center of the doorway was an energy vortex slowly rotating like a nebula, emitting heartbeat-palpitating spatial fluctuations.

Above each giant door hovered a huge electronic screen, clearly marking the dungeon's name, Level, and recommended number of participants.

【Dungeon: Flesh Grinder (LV60), Recommended Participants: 100 people】

【Dungeon: Steel Torrent (LV70), Recommended Participants: 500 people】

【Dungeon: Behemoth Mountains (LV80), Recommended Participants: 1000 people】

Zhou Huai even saw a confrontation dungeon marked with a "ten-thousand-person" scale.

【Confrontation Dungeon: Red and Blue Battle (LV90), Recommended Participants: 10000 VS 10000】

Compared to the dungeons inside the academy, the dungeons here were more formal, richer, and crueler.

Their only purpose for existing was for war.

To train soldiers' group combat capabilities on real battlefields.

Looking at these huge dungeon gateways gave Zhou Huai a reminder.

In the future, once the number of people in the Evernight Guild increased, could he also try to design a ten-thousand-person dungeon?

With Zhuge Kongming's ability, this was not a difficult task.

Training the guild members' group combat capabilities well could never be a bad thing.