117 The Northern Underground World Gladiator Arena Welcomes You (2/2)
TakeASpearHit discovered something was amiss because Dragonborn was not at his side.
”Who are you? Where's Dragonborn?”
”I'm SealHeadLingChong! He was teleported, you silly dude!”
…
Sherlock and the 50 Goblins appeared at the Winterfell VIP Teleport Portal Main Hall.
Of the 50 Goblins, 49 of them had been there before, though it was only for a few seconds.
But it was the first time for one of the Goblins.
A Second Beta Gamer in underpants with the word ”Dragonborn” above his head.
”Er…”
Dragonborn looked awkwardly at the surrounding veteran gamers.
He was the only Goblin in underpants in the group of fully-armed veterans. It was very embarrassing.
”Little Bro, what's the situation…”
”Do you have the mission, or did you slip in?”
”Is the selection for the mission based on looks?”
”Impossible, the rest are all First Beta Gamers. He's the only novice gamer.”
The group of gamers talked noisily. They felt there was a problem, but Sherlock didn't think that there was an issue.
The NPCs didn't care about this!
That was what everyone thought.
Everyone believed that Dragonborn didn't receive the mission and that he slipped in accidentally due to a BUG. The atmosphere became more relaxed. The group of gamers started talking in front of Dragonborn.
But Dragonborn quickly explained, ”No, I received the mission.”
The veteran gamers were stunned, but they quickly accepted the fact since there was no rule that excluded the novice gamers.
Sherlock didn't say anything. He led the gamers out of the VIP Teleport Portal Main Hall and walked to the Winterfell Beetlemon Rental Center.
There were a few gamers who would wander around exploring, but if they left Sherlock's side by more than ten meters, a notice would appear in their heads.
[You are deviating from the Mission Location. The mission is going to fail. 5, 4, 3…]
The other gamers immediately grabbed the lost sheep and followed closely behind Sherlock.
Bru had a reason for selecting Dragonborn.
”This gamer received professional wrestling training and is a wrestling lover. His Weapon Level is exactly at the 50th position. Moreover, his name is pretty good, and he is suitable as a model Gladiator.”
…
A huge Beetlemon darted rapidly in the tunnel and emitted ”Pa ta, pa ta” sounds.
Occasionally, other Beetlemons overtook it and vice versa.
A group of 50 Goblins sat on the seats that were on top of the Beetlemon. They were fastened with safety belts.
In front of the seats was the emotionless Sherlock. The 50 Goblins were chatting by his ears.
”What? You're a mathematician? IT is a promising career.”
”Graduation is a failure. According to my seniors in the same career path, there aren't many doing this after graduation.”
”It's the same for my career path too…”
”What's your career?”
”Finance.”
”The career prospects are dim.”
”Are you graduates? Am I the only weak gal with nothing?”
”I don't believe your crap. I almost believed you.”
”Vanas Bro, stop talking. Nobody believes you.”
”Arthur Bro, look at them! They're bullying me.”
The group of gamers chatted while Dragonborn sat at the side obediently. Nobody knew him, and nobody chatted with him.
The veteran gamers didn't know him and didn't speak to him.
Arthur and Sherlock didn't speak a word either.
Arthur had been reticent. As for Sherlock, he was tired, emotionally tired.
Look at Arthur, he hasn't said a word. If only every gamer was like him, that would be wonderful. Sherlock couldn't help thinking about it.
The good thing was that they had arrived at their destination.
The Beetlemon ran towards a Roman Colosseum-like building with a huge sign that said, ”The Northern Underground World Gladiator Arena welcomes you.”