71 I Am Asking a Question (1/2)

While the fierce fighting continued in Specter College, Lord Sherlock traveled to Winterfell and shopped at the Clothing Store. After that, he bought a cup of Pearl Clay Tea and called for a carriage.

With the crack of a whip, the carriage took off in a cloud of dust.

…

Black Hades Horses pulled the squarish carriage while their hooves gave off green flames. An exquisite leather shoe stepped on the carriage steps and landed with a loud thud on the green stone slabs.

He was wearing a black waistcoat and a white shirt with exquisite buttons. The waistcoat and the shirt were of high quality.

The Black Tuxedo sleeve openings were stitched with gold lining. Coupled with white silk gloves, he exuded a noble and classy aura.

After putting on a black windbreaker cloak, he became low profile.

Those with foresight wouldn't dismiss it as low profile but a plus point.

His appearance, classy clothing, and tipping of the coachman were on par with the prestige and wealth of the Devil's wings.

Strictly from the appearance.

”Lord Sherlock, I didn't expect you to spend more than a thousand Magic Stones to purchase such extravagant, low-profile yet classy clothing.”

The young Devil stood by the Winterfell road and lifted his head to look at the crowded FeelAtHome Magical Item Shop. In his mind, Bru was teasing him.

”Just a little dressing up to complement my class and status.”

A Succubus in high heels turned her head and walked by while she flirted with Sherlock using her long, slender black tail.

Sherlock only smiled politely and placed his black cane with spiral motifs in front as he walked towards the crowd.

”I thought Lord Sherlock only wanted to find out about the Ancient Ruins. It seems like Lord Sherlock had other plans. I'll just wait and see.” Bru laughed noisily, but Sherlock ignored the Dungeon Core.

There were Vampires, Liches, and various levels of Devils surrounding the Magical Item Shop entrance. They were holding their Magic Stone cards and shouting.

”Why can't our Dungeons be given a place?”

”We have Magic Stones. Give us a place!”

”The Ancient Ruins belong to the entire Underworld. We also have exploration rights. We'll give money!”

”The Eternal Fire Dungeon Lord was given exploration rights. Why aren't we given them too? We have money. This is discrimination.”

”Yes, yes, it's discrimination. We are in a new age. Why is there discrimination?”

”Auction! Auction the remaining places for the exploration rights!”

The Devils and monsters waved their Magic Stones wildly as they shouted. If they weren't in Winterfell, they would have fought.