Chapter 121
Old Man Wood, upon seeing Clayton’s shocked expression, immediately understood what was going on.
"Hehehe, come on in, Clayton. These folks just happened to stop by too. Let’s relax together!"
Clayton glanced at the group of people, puzzled. He couldn’t help but wonder what kind of occasion had brought them all to Old Man Wood’s house.
Meanwhile, the guests exchanged meaningful looks with Clayton. Out of courtesy, he greeted each of them politely.
That’s when he noticed several gift-wrapped packages. As soon as he saw them, the realization hit him. Clayton gave a bitter smile, feeling powerless.
So, these people had come for the same reason as him—hoping to pull some strings and avoid entering the dungeon. Since Old Man Wood had somehow been exempted, they figured he must have influential connections, and perhaps those connections could help them too.
But clearly, others had the same idea—resulting in this awkward situation. The group made small talk, but no one dared to voice their true intentions.
Old Man Wood simply smiled in amusement, fully aware of what everyone was hoping for.
Unfortunately, he had no way to help anyone escape the obligation. And even if he could, there was no way he’d offer it—not when helping one person could offend everyone else.
So, the group continued their strained conversation. Occasionally, someone would quietly approach Old Man Wood with a question—including Clayton.
But none of them got the answer they were hoping for. As it became clear there was no help to be found, one by one, the guests began to lose interest and eventually left.