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”Gosh, offline maintenance and updates?”
”Isn't the game updated while we're online? Why is the update done offline this time?”
”The servers were kept running for a month. If the servers aren't maintained, won't they overheat?”
”Not bad, it's better than Unix servers since there's only offline maintenance once a month.”
”How long is the maintenance? Is there a notice on the official website?”
”Let's go offline. Go, go, go. Let's go to our Residential Area to go offline.”
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The Residential Area was designated by Sherlock and could be sold to gamers at one silver coin per two square meters.
Every gamer was only allowed to purchase a private land of two square meters.
This was to cater to their requirement for privacy so that they could place a bed and even a private storage box.
Sherlock originally intended to purchase a seven- to eight-story bed for everyone to use. It could save space, improve land usage efficiency, and improve the gamers' relationships. Perhaps some bedroom culture as well, though they didn't move when they were offline.
Sherlock couldn't help recalling his 90 years of voluntary education, which was his youthful period…
”Lord Sherlock, everyone is offline. Those who weren't offline were forced offline.”
While Sherlock was reminiscing about his youth in his school period, Bru interrupted him.
Sherlock gazed outside the Dungeon Core Main Hall, and only a handful of Goblins laid outside sleeping. Most of the Goblins had gone to the Residential Area to go offline.
The Residential Area was way past the Blacksmith Shop and the Carpenter Workshop around the corner. It was a newly excavated space, so Sherlock was unable to see it from his location.
Sherlock walked out of the Dungeon Core Main hall. It was dead quiet. Sherlock wasn't used to the serenity.
He arranged the few Goblins that were lying outside the Dungeon Core Main Hall in a corner. He saw a Goblin lying on a seedbed next to the Blacksmith Shop. He lifted the Goblin and placed the Goblin in a corner.
Little Fairy that was squirming on a bed by the flowerbed looked around in terror. She witnessed how the Devil Lord threw his citizens in a corner and heard the slamming sounds as they landed.
The evil Devil Lord wasn't taking care of his citizens. How scary!
Those chattering Goblins who would harass her daily were suddenly possessed as they ran laughing back to their rooms to sleep. Those who didn't have rooms fell to the ground. Even the Goblin, Raintea, who was cultivating flowers fell to the soil and never woke up.
The Devil Lord must have placed an evil curse or used Mana on the Goblins. It was horrifying!
Little Fairy curled herself into a ball.
Sherlock ignored Little Fairy, who was imagining things. He cleared the gamers who were blocking the way, then he summoned Moroes, Mufasa, and Simba.
The two Blackiron Dwarves and the Gnome were curious about what had happened to the Goblins. Lord Sherlock didn't intend to explain. He held his Magic Stone card and said to them, ”I'm paying your salary today according to daily rates. Let's synchronize our time so that it will facilitate the next payday. I'm giving you two days of leave. You may visit Winterfell or your family. You can't be working all the time. Working 672 hours per month is sufficient. I'm a generous Devil Lord.”
When everyone heard about their salary, what Lord Sherlock said after that wasn't important.
As long as the salary was paid, it didn't matter whether one was working 996 (9am to 9pm 6 days a week), 12127 (12pm to 12am 7 day week), or 727 (7am to 2am 7 day week) overtime, everyone could accept it!
Why else would everyone work so hard? For love? For responsibility?
It was poverty!