"I would never hide anything from you, sir."
Irene nodded repeatedly as she spoke, showing an exceedingly compliant attitude.
Of course, she was a legit City Lord, not some fool. If Gong Qiying were just asking normally, she might have been misguided.
So, he asked within the constraints of the Dungeon's victory rules, which would consume some of the wager he hadn't spent earlier, but also ensured the credibility of the answers.
Of course, even if recognized by the Dungeon as truth, sometimes clever wordplay could lead answers astray.
Although he felt Irene was unlikely to possess such linguistic skills, he needed to maintain judgment when questioning.
"Very well."
Gong Qiying complimented Irene on her positive attitude, and now it was time to see how aware she was.
"Listen to this, the first question."
Irene straightened her back!
"How old are you?"
Irene's straight back slumped.
"Sir, asking a lady's age isn't a good question...." she responded weakly.
