63 Welcome Back (2/2)

As a Devil, he had to have dreams.

To choose the portal mode, he had to change the direction of Mana. Hence, he didn't have to worry about the gamers changing the portal mode, going to Winterfell, and creating trouble.

Sherlock set the portal mode and transferred his Mana to activate the Teleport Portal. He walked through the portal that was covered with white-colored magical light and arrived at the Winterfell Teleport Portal Reception Hall.

There was peace and serenity, and there were no foul speaking receptionist Orcs.

Sherlock was in a one-hundred-square-meter room with nice decorations. Besides the portal, there were a few small tables, comfortable chairs, and a rack with a newspaper and magazines. Sherlock noticed a sexy Devil with goat horns and a long, slender tail on a magazine cover. The tail was placed in front and covered the crotch area. And the top two sensuous points were covered by a slanted newspaper.

Tsk.

Sherlock was annoyed and extended his hand towards the newspaper…

”Lord Sherlock, this Teleport Portal is directly connected to…” The previous Lich walked out from the portal, and his Skeleton head turned to the rack that was without a newspaper. He said to Sherlock, ”The Winterfell VIP room. Lord Sherlock helped to solve our major problem. This is a small gift from our college.”

”This isn't cheap? I'm very grateful.” Sherlock expressed his gratitude and put back the newspaper that had the words ”Son of the Grand Duke, Alexandria, will be visiting Winterfell.”

The newspaper covered the alluring magazine cover.

”Lord Sherlock, would you like to visit Specter College?” the Lich asked, turning his head back with an expressionless Skeleton face.

”It's not necessary. I'm busy with my Dungeon, and I visited the college a few years back.” Sherlock waved his hand as he replied.

Since Sherlock wasn't going, the Lich kept quiet.

Since the Liches and workers had completed their work, they wouldn't be staying in Eternal Kingdom. They weren't worried about Professor Bacon, and one of the Liches said Professor Bacon would return on his own.

Sherlock bade farewell to the workers and sent them off. He then let Bru adjust the portal mode.

Then Bru said, ”Lord Sherlock. Mufasa, Simba, and Moroes are back.”

Sherlock allowed them to enter. The Teleport Portal glimmered with ripples of Mana, and two chatting and smiling Blackiron Dwarves walked out with many bags.

Moroes was behind them, and he was smiling merrily. The scars on his face weren't that obvious.

The three of them bowed to Sherlock and returned to their rooms to pack up before starting work.

Mufasa noticed the pile of corpse-like Goblins in a corner. As he was about to say something, Simba dragged him off as he said, ”Seems like the Devil Lord could no longer stand the Goblins. Hmm, I lost my sleep without the Goblins chattering beside me…”

Simba's voice faded into the distance.

”Lord Sherlock, there's ten more minutes before we resume service. Those gamers are coming back. I'm looking forward to seeing their reaction on entering the Instance Dungeon,” Bru said with anticipation.

Sherlock nodded and discussed the issues of the new version with Bru.

Sherlock looked forward to the gamers' return, as well as their attempts to conquer the Instance Dungeon.

It implied his Magic Stones would increase continuously. Once a hundred gamers perished, he would obtain another ten thousand Magic Stones.

If the gamers were strong enough to survive, they would obtain good equipment. This would satisfy their desire to improve their equipment and their desire for new ways to play the game. It would also save them a huge sum of money on improving equipment. They could also exchange the equipment for a large sum of coins.

With the continuous inflow of Magic Stones, it wouldn't be long before he made a billion!

In the contract, Sherlock had to ensure the combatants were qualified. If the combatants were too weak and there were massive casualties, then he would be suspected of reaping profits from their deaths.

Sherlock felt that it wasn't easy to be a Goblin dealer these days. It was indeed a period of mass poverty.

Sherlock felt that it was harder and harder to make money, and he missed the chattering gamers.

Sherlock revealed a sinister grin when Arthur, one of the Goblins placed in the corner, opened his eyes.

Welcome back, citizens of Eternal Kingdom.