The Secret Heir: I Became the Heir of Strongest Hidden Clan

Chapter 83 - Goblin Fortress (1)

Two men wearing thick long padding jackets and even hats stood near the entrance of a Dungeon Square connected to the entrance of the 2nd Grade Dungeon, Goblin Fortress, located in Nanterre, Paris.

What was unusual was that both men were clutching large titanium-based black bags with thick fur gloves on their right hands.

It is reasonable to draw attention to the somewhat suspicious appearance, but no one was passing by since it was a time when the floating population was so small.

A man among them with a rather small physique and a stubborn mouth located on the left, Reporter Park, frowned slightly as he looked at the long road with his back against Dungeon Square.

"Reporter Grant. Do you know what time it is?"

At his self-talk, another reporter on his right, Paul, put his hand without a bag in his pocket and took out a handphone before checking the time.

"Don't you have hands or feet? Reporter Grant. It's currently 3:03. Was the appointment time 3:10?"

"Yeah."

"Did we come 30 minute