"It's a pŀėȧsurė to meet you again, Ms Seomun." Arnold greeted Seomun with a handshake.
"The pŀėȧsurė is all mine. After all, you don't get to meet the world's strongest person every day." Seomun smiled as she accepted Arnold's warm gesture.
Seomun and Arnold had known each other for a year now and had developed some kind of friendship, forged through mutual understanding. But neither of them was the same like they had been a year ago.
Back then, Arnold was just a lousy man who had half of China under his control and now he was ruling over half of the world. Things had been looking up for Seomun as well. The last time Arnold met her, she was just the secretary to the minister of foreign affairs, and now, she was had become the minister herself. She was also the head of the warrior's ȧssociation and hence she could easily help Arnold with his request.
Thanks to that, Arnold didn't need to do anything and the dungeon had already been secured for his personal use. It wasn't like the Korean government to show such hospitality to a foreigner, but Arnold was an exception for them. He was so special that the Koreans had also made a statue as a remembrance of Arnold's exceptional effort to save thousands of lives. Both by killing Hercules and destroying North Korea.
For all intent and purposes, Korea had become more like the weird fan of him than a nation. Although Arnold was happy about it all, he did not like when he was given all that attention. That was also one of the reasons why no one except Seomun and her close aides knew that Arnold was in their country and that he was heading to a dungeon.
Also, rather than taking a flight to Korea, Arnold directly teleported close to Seomun's official residence. All of it was to avoid unnecessary drama. Seomun was a complete professional and didn't waste much time on idle chatter. As soon as they were done exchanging pleasantries, she fetched a folder from her secretary and handed it to Arnold.
"As you wanted, we have collected as much information about your requested Dungeon as we could without killing anything on the other side." The report wasn't the only thing she had with herself though, "And here is the permit showing that you are the official owner of the S-class dungeon. I wish you- no, just saying that to you seems disrespectful. After all, someone of your calibre doesn't need to depend on luck. His skills are enough to protect him."
"You never know what would happen inside those dungeons. I might end up needing luck more than my skills." Arnold shrugged his shoulders, "But if worse comes to worst, I'll get help from my army. After all, I pretty much created them for that purpose alone."
"That's a relief to know that you're not blindly heading into the dungeon. Anyway, a helicopter has been arranged to take you to the island. It will leave in four hours. If you want to, you can rest here till then."
"Thanks for everything."
"No problem. In fact, it's a pŀėȧsurė to be of any use to you." Seomun gave him one of her rare smiles, but her charm had no effect on Arnold, "I should get going now. By the way, this is Jok. Feel free to ask him for anything you need."
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