48 Pom, Ka Cha, La Cha (1/2)

The Winterfell Dungeon Lord Experience Sharing Conference was held in the manor of the Winterfell Dungeon Lord, who was also a senior member of the Merchant Alliance. Strictly speaking, Winterfell didn't belong to anybody. The Dungeon Lord was like a manager since Winterfell was part of the Merchant Alliance's asset.

From afar, one could see how this senior member of the Merchant Alliance was living a luxurious and decadent lifestyle.

There were several manors linked together. The grounds were covered with green stone slabs that were far superior in terms of aesthetics and quality than Eternal Kingdom's Diamond Seam floor.

Sherlock sat on the slow-moving Beetlemon, which passed through the shiny golden doorway. The Beetlemon stepped on the beautiful stone slabs as Sherlock held onto its buttocks. Finally, the Beetlemon stopped in front of a circular fountain.

Sherlock stepped on the Beetlemon's joints as he dismounted and tidied up his suit gracefully. He saw another Beetlemon stop behind his ride. A slender Devil with a goat's horn dismounted the Beetlemon while trembling, and a Werewolf in a western suit quickly supported his arm. Another two Werewolves carried the Devil's suitcase and his suspenders. The Werewolves looked professional.

The goat-horned Devil looked at the young Sherlock, the elderly Beetlemon at his side, and the three Goblins on top of the Beetlemon. Finally, he looked at Sherlock in bewilderment.

Sherlock looked back at his servants.

Because of their height, the Goblins were unable to step on the Beetlemon's joints to dismount. Arthur looked unsightly as he attempted to climb down. Sylvanas hesitated, while NotWearingPants took a deep breath on the Beetlemon's back before jumping.

When NotWearingPants landed, his leg bones emitted clear crackling sounds, and he sat on his buttocks. His spine also emitted strange sounds as he laid flat on the ground.

As he didn't have the sensation of pain, he didn't scream.

His body emitted the sounds—Pom, Ka Cha, La Cha.

”What are you doing? It's that high, and yet you jumped?”

Arthur used both his hands and legs to climb down. He frowned and attempted to pull NotWearingPants up, but the latter was unable to stand up.

”How would I know that Goblin anatomy was so realistic in this game? Normally, I would lose some blood in most games. Who would believe that I would break my bones?” NotWearingPants laid on the ground and said in exasperation.

”Is this your first day playing this game?” Arthur slapped NotWearingPant's head.

”Will it affect the mission? Drag me please, Bro,” NotWearingPants pleaded to Arthur.

Sherlock couldn't bear to watch any longer. He lifted his hand as he transferred Mana to NotWearingPants to heal his injury.

”Thank you Sherlie, thank you Sherlie.” NotWearingPants stood up and smiled happily. Sylvanas, who was still trapped on the Beetlemon, said anxiously, ”What, what should I do? I'm a small girl. I don't dare to jump.”

Sherlock walked over and gazed at Sylvanas, who seemed to understand Sherlock's intention. Sylvanas nodded, focused her gaze, and jumped like NotWearingPants towards Sherlock's location.

Pom, Ka Cha, La Cha.

”Sh*t! This is crazy. I'm interacting with an NPC using my eyes!” Sylvanas said angrily and laid on the ground like NotWearingPants. She vomited a mouthful of fresh blood.

Sherlock lifted his hand and transferred Mana to Sylvanas, healing her injuries.

The gamers didn't know the usefulness of pain, and it showed. Sherlock didn't have to carry them. As long as they didn't fall to their death, Sherlock could heal them. It was much more convenient than carrying them.

The three gamers started their discussion excitedly.

”Aren't you a girl born after 2000?” NotWearingPants asked as he looked at Sylvanas, who stood up and continued cursing and swearing.

”Have you seen a girl whose name is Sylvanas? Who could do missions and carry materials for three days, 20 hours per day?” Arthur asked.

”Gosh, are you perverted?” Sylvanas looked surprised at Arthur and said, ”Me saying I'm your daddy doesn't mean I'm not a girl. I'm a cute 2000 girl.”

”D*mn, are you sure you aren't a man disguising as a girl?” NotWearingPants teased.

The three of them continued bantering as though NotWearingPants and Sylvanas didn't have a fatal fall.