The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 1249

Chapter 1249: From the Other Side

See, the past few days sure felt like an eternity to several blondes, maybe one redhead, and a number of blue-haired blokes who’d somehow managed to survive several events even their ancestors probably could never have foreseen.

But if they were going to talk about challenging times filled with hard work and yearning, then there were actually others who’d suffered just as much after the sudden disappearance of their light and savior!

For those waiting on the other side, it felt like they’d been allowed to experience heaven for the briefest moment.

They’d practically inhaled all those delectable items, tasted things they hadn’t even known existed, and already started imagining what future market days might bring.

Only to get dragged straight back down to land when the next predicted merry day finally arrived.

Various beings gathered with fire in their hearts, eagerly waiting for that familiar connection to appear.

Except nothing happened.

Among the fierce women waiting by the gate, the first unsettled murmur of "That wasn’t the last time, was it?" sounded so much like a terrible premonition that everyone who heard it practically wanted to wash those unlucky words straight out of the speaker’s mouth!

"Don’t say such ridiculous things!" someone immediately snapped, though the nervousness in her voice made it clear that she wasn’t nearly as confident as she wanted to sound. "Surely that wasn’t the case! They’ll connect soon!"

"That’s right!" another quickly agreed, forcing what was supposed to be a reassuring grin. "They’re probably just gathering more stock for us!"

That explanation sounded reasonable enough.

At least for the first few hours.

But as the agonizing wait stretched on and the entire day eventually passed without the gate budging even once, those confident assurances became considerably harder to maintain.

And they weren’t the only ones waiting.

Back inside the once-again desolate subterranean base, those anticipating the next connection were growing equally worried.

Still, they tried to remain optimistic.

Maybe the other party was busy. They had lives too, didn’t they?

Either way, there were plenty of perfectly reasonable explanations for the delay.

So they waited for the next possible opportunity.

And when that came around, they once again gathered near the gate with renewed hope.

Only to be greeted by the exact same silence.

But after getting even the smallest taste of something better, how could they possibly go back to simply sitting around and accepting whatever happened?

So instead of allowing that renewed determination to gradually fizzle out, some of them began considering significantly bolder options.

The Divine Heir stood before the silent gate, staring at its unmoving surface.

Admittedly, he could still feel that familiar pang he’d been trying so hard to ignore.

But rather than dwell on the possibility that their mysterious trading partner might never return, he forced his thoughts toward something far more useful.

What could they do?

Was there truly nothing except waiting?

The question hung over them until someone nearby suddenly spoke.

"Wouldn’t it be possible for us to initiate a trade ourselves?"

"?!"

Several heads whipped around.

Prince Rhydan’s eyes widened.

It was such a ridiculously simple idea that they somehow hadn’t considered it, perhaps because none of them had attempted such a thing in so long.

But the moment it was said aloud, the effect was immediate.

Those who’d looked increasingly dejected only moments earlier straightened, their expressions changing as if someone had suddenly breathed life back into them.

Because this wasn’t merely wishful thinking.

It was possible.

There really was a way for them to attempt establishing contact from their side!

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However, just because such a method existed didn’t necessarily mean it was viable for them.

After all, how were people who weren’t exactly in a position to sell anything supposed to initiate a trade when practically all they had left was CP with absolutely nothing to spend it on?!

Then again, what they didn’t know was that the money-grubber on the other side had practically been built with the soul of a hoarder and would’ve been delighted by almost anything!

Those corpses they kept ignoring because none of them considered the things particularly valuable?

Had they thought to list even one, a certain golden-eyed vendor probably would’ve celebrated before personally brushing the thing clean!

Why had everyone gone quiet?

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