Chapter 275: The Gnome Scholar who Brings Shock (1/2)
Chapter 275: The Gnome Scholar who Brings Shock
“Just what is under here?” Ivan asked from beside the four Heavy Evil Dragon Protectors.
Upon turning a cow’s skull, what had originally been a normal looking wine cellar had transformed to reveal a dark, and seemingly deep tunnel before him.
“We don’t know.”
The four Heavy Evil Dragon Protectors replied, “If you proceed down this tunnel, there is a lounge not far in. We were only ever allowed to go so far as that lounge. Thus, we do not have any idea of what else might be hidden further in.”
“You guys don’t even know what the general use of this place was?”
Ivan, Wilde, and several others exchanged glances as they simultaneously shouted, “Stingham!”
“Yes!”
Stingham understood their intentions as he confidently strode into the tunnel as if saying leave it all to me.
“Having a teammate like him really takes the worry out of everything.”
Everyone immediately followed behind Stingham.
It turned out that the four Heavy Evil Dragon Protectors had not lied as barely twenty meters later, a lounge appeared beside the tunnel’s path.
“Was this lounge really only for you four to use?” Stingham exclaimed the moment he stepped into the lounge.
This lounge was more luxurious than even the best hostels in St Lauren. Not only was the room covered with grand decorations, but there was a cabinet filled with various alcohols which completely lined one of the walls, and a large table in the center of the lounge which was piled high with various fresh fruits and entrees.
“This is our lounge,” the four Heavy Evil Dragon Protectors swore.
“It’s so wasteful!”
Stingham became enraged as he furiously said, “The Evil Dragon Followers are truly too wasteful. Even the lounge of these low level Heavy Evil Dragon Protectors is so luxurious. They are eating better than a minor lord would! Brothers and sisters, we must eradicate the Evil Dragon Followers!”
“……” Complete silence answered Stingham’s rant as everyone tried to comprehend his reason for eradicating the Evil Dragon Followers. At the same time, they understood that this kind of extravagant treatment was probably one of the methods which the Evil Dragon Followers used to attract arcane masters.
“Stingham!” Ivan and the others shouted once more.
“Yes!”
Stingham immediately began to walk further into the tunnel.
The group had only walked forward another ten or so meters when an unpleasant stench began to waft into them. It faintly smelled of disinfectant mixed with some kind of potion.
“What is this smell?” Stingham grumbled as a sliver of light appeared before him.
“Scram!”
At this moment, a sharp and angry roar abruptly tore through the echoes created by their footsteps.
“There’s someone here?”
“Who is it, acting so arrogantly?!”
“Just who are you?! How could you possibly act more arrogant than me!” Stingham shouted in response.
A bang resounded through the tunnel.
Stingham, Ferguillo, Ivan, and everyone else all froze.
The sliver of light before them widened, illuminating a large, sinister looking iron door which was being violently pushed open.
A short old man wearing a strange leather dress with a head of gray hair, pale green skin, and hands as large as his body appeared before him. A pair of glasses hung rest atop the bridge of his nose.
As he emerged, the old man waved around a glass flask containing some sort of strange reagent in his right hand. He was furious as he shouted, “I told you all to scram! Don’t you guys know that if you make such loud noises, it will disrupt my research?!”
After finishing his tirade, the old man quickly withdrew and angrily slammed the large iron door shut.
Everyone remained motionless as if they had been turned to stone.
“What did I just watch?” Charlotte rubber her eyes as she muttered, “I saw a gnome? Did I just get cursed at by a gnome?!”
“The gnome saw us and then swore at us, and then directly slammed his door shut?” Wilde babbled as he too rubbed his eyes.
It really was your typical crochety and awkwardly developed old gnome. He was only about half as tall as a normal human, resulting in the thick fingers of his huge hands nearly dragging on the ground. His nose was also very large and nearly covered up his mouth below.
But didn’t gnomes only ever run their little stores? They were pretty much separated from arcane energy. Even if they managed to become an arcane master, they would only become a low levelled one who anyway could defeat.
The gnome who had just appeared was already old and beginning to lose strength. Furthermore, there were arcane energy fluctuations pulsing from his body. So why did he dare face them so arrogantly just now?
Unable to come up with a clear idea, Wilde abruptly shouted, “Stingham!”
“Yes!”