A God's Apocalyptic Entertainment 181 Meeting

"Damnit we can't just destroy it! You know damn well how many resources we can obtain from that dungeon!"

A fat man slammed his hand into a wooden table as the small glass of water crashed to the floor. A servant off to the side quickly stepped up and started to clean the mess.

"Calm down my love~"

The soft voice of the woman next to him called out and her hand followed suit. She reached up to his stiff shoulder and gently guided him to sit back down.

*Huff* *Puff*

He gulped in air from his outburst and still looked angry but the fat man sat down and tried to calm himself. His hands were gripped into fists as he stared across the mahogany table. The fat on his body jiggled as he gulped in air.

The man was easily over 200kg judging from the size of his body, covering him was a multi colored cloth that showed off a unique cultural design; those from earth could relate it to some type of African formal wear.

Sitting next to his big body was a large staff with a glowing gem stone in the top. It could be construed that the man was a mage going off his unfit body and current wear.

He was staring across the table at a woman in leather armour; on her back was a bow and quiver. Her face was beautiful and her hair tied back. She had a serious face on as she looked at the man. Next to her was another woman, but this one was standing. By not sitting down she was able to exhibit her immense height that reached over 2 meters.

The lady was decked out in silver armour that protected her body. Still for some reason her armour was split in the middle and exposed her abdomen and showed off her fit state instead of it connecting to her battle. It was a baffling design to be sure.

The lady in armour had a cold look on her face as she stared at the fat man across the table, her hand resting on the hilt of her sword. She looked like she was ready to use it, but was holding herself back.

*Sigh*

The woman in leather armour let out a small sigh as a strained smile graced her lips.

"I know how profitable the dungeon is but with those monsters taking all our people, we have to make it stop."

A hint of steel entered her voice as she repeated what she said earlier.

"And as ruler of Praf I will not change my mind on this."

The fat man looked like he was ready to blow up again when another voice joined in from the side. There was still one more at the table.

"She is right, leader of Jeralt. We can't stand to lose anymore civilians. We don't have many left as it is. Or did you forget the situation we are in right now?"

A gruff man was sitting at another end of the table. He wore full body armour and had his helmet placed on the side. His face has scars all over it and his eyes screamed of his experience. The long scar that ran up his bold head completed the picture and many would wonder how he survived such a blow. The scar ran from the side of his left eye all the way past his ear and went to the back of his spine.

Next to the man was another decked out in armour, it was a bit light compared to the gruff man and his helmet was still on. All you could see of the aide was his gleaming cold eyes as he swept the room. Like the woman that was standing next to the leader of Praf, his hand was also on his weapon.

The fat man looked over at the man and couldn't help but scowl. His hand gripped slightly as if he wanted to grab his staff, but in the end he didn't. He continued to stare at the man who matched his, after a few minutes though the fat man broke eye contact first.

"Fine, fine. We'll destroy the dungeon."

The scowl never left his face as he slumped in his chair. The woman that was next to him moved closer and started to give his neck a massage. A small look of disgust appeared on the leader of Praf's face before she turned to also looked at the armored man.

He was the leader of Darlt and quite possible the most powerful person in here. The 3 towns that found themselves around the giant mountain dungeon had only appeared a few months ago. After assessing their surroundings and trying to find out what happened they had found each other.

Praf and Jeralt had found each other first and inevitable a small skirmish had broken out. The situation might have escalated if Darlt hadn't also joined the mix soon after.

For the first month after getting here they had all had small skirmishes and battles. They were all trying to show their dominance in this new land. But alas with the dwindling forces that each had, they couldn't keep up the fighting.

After a while it was Praf's leader that had pulled out an olive branch and suggested a truce between them. Darlt had been the first to respond and form a small pact, quickly followed by Jeralt, that would have been outnumber if they kept trying to push it.

This was not their first meeting, and it probably wouldn't be their last. It was obvious that they didn't always agree and had differences of opinion quite often. Their latest problem, the dungeon, had produced monsters that had somehow infiltrated their cities and started to abduct people.

They had all first thought it might have been caused by the recent bandit group that had showed up, but although they were guilty of stealing some people, most of the missing cases pointed towards the dungeon creatures.

They were here to discuss how many forces they would each send, and what they would do after they had control of the dungeon. Although it was a great source of wealth and resources, it was better for them to get rid of the dungeon at this moment.

With their little dispute over, they quickly came to a few terms that each would follow. They would all send a small force and each of them would go themselves. This would show their continued cooperation and build solid friendships for later.

They already had information that the creatures in the dungeon were Rock Titans, and had a few ways to deal with them. For now they had to gather there forces and then meet up at the dungeon. Because of the logistics needed and how coordinated they would have to be; the little operation or raid would take place 2 weeks from this day.

That would give them all enough time to settle matters for their departure and settle the towns. There were other things that also had to be done before leaving such as a small parade in each town to show their citizens that they were dealing with the mater and driving support for their regimes.

With each town displaced from their original worlds it was best that they showed their residents that they had the power to protect them.

"Lady Jaye, a pleasure as always. You as well Harn."

The leader of Darlt said his goodbyes to the respective leaders and prepared to leave.

"You as well Marde."

Praf's leader Jaye stood up and also moved to leave. The meeting this time was held near Jeralt territory and they both didn't want to stay too long.

"What she said."

Harn the leader of Jeralt also said good bye but made no move to leave. He was very close to his town and had guards outside. For now he would enjoy the massage from his beautiful concubine. Maybe he would also do something else…. That was a though.

Jaye could read what was on his mind just from the look that crossed his face. She gave one last snort before leaving, her aide following her.

Harn just sent a small smile at her disappearing back a look of desire appearing in his eyes for a brief moment. Shaking his head after a second he started to grope the woman behind him.

He left the room in about 3 minutes. His face was one of satisfaction. Following behind him the aggrieved look of the woman couldn't be contained.

Chapter end