124 Someone Is Taking the Hits (1/2)

In the Dungeon Core Main Hall, a young Black Dragon sat in the chair with his folded wings and his two claws placed on the table.

His rear legs tried to touch the ground, but they were too short. He tried a few times discreetly but failed and gave up.

Sherlock took a pen and some paper. In front of him was a magical table lamp that was aimed at the Black Dragon.

”Name.”

”Dark Flaming Mana Lord, Dark Scorch Hot-Tempered Dragon, Guardian of Helling…”

”Gender.”

”The Dark Flaming Mana Lord has no gender!” the young Black Dragon said with a childish voice.

”Age.”

”I am the immortal, all-knowing, powerful Dragon.”

”If you don't cooperate, I'll call your parents.”

”I understand.”

Sherlock concentrated on his writing for a while. Then, he took out his personal seal and read the contents of the paper out loud.

”According to the Underworld Ancient Ruins universal law, the punishment for trespassing in an Ancient Ruins is death. Please sign to confirm.”

Sherlock passed the paper to the young Black Dragon, who was full of astonishment. He looked at the paper, dazed.

”Underworld Supreme Court Verdict

Defendant: Eggface

Age: 180 years old, considered an adult. Will be subjected to full criminal responsibility.

Gender: Androgyny

Crime: Trespassing in private Ancient Ruins

Verdict: Death sentence with immediate effect.

Executor: Sherlock

Seal: Lord Sherlock”

”Wait, wait for a moment! I'm not 180 years old, I'm only two years old. Why do I have to be subjected to criminal responsibility? Who's Eggface?” the young Black Dragon, Eggface, shouted in panic.

Sherlock took out an Adamantine Rock and infused it with Mana. Soon, images and voices appeared from the rock.

”Age.”

”I am the immortal, all-knowing, powerful Dragon.”

Sherlock slammed down on the table and said, ”Good. Your crimes have been fully recorded. Next is the execution of your sentence!”

”Wait a moment! I want to find my mom and dad!” the young Black Dragon shouted nervously, but Sherlock didn't give him a chance to explain.

The young Black Dragon wanted to escape, but a pair of hands had grasped his wings, like gripping a 1.5-meter chick in one's hand.

The young Black Dragon emitted an anguished wail for rescue. If there was a Huge Dragon nearby, he would be able to hear it in an instant and would come for this pitiful two-year-old Black Dragon.

Unfortunately, within the vicinity of Eternal Kingdom, there was no chance a Huge Dragon was around.

Sherlock used his leg to kick a wooden pail over. Then, he held the young Black Dragon above the pail and took out a knife.

”Get ready for the death sentence!”

”Wait a moment!”

The young Dragon continued to struggle and opened his mouth to breathe out flames. As he was too young and not fully matured, he was unable to breathe out any flames.

”There's nothing to wait for, you evil Black Dragon! There's only one way if you don't want to die.” Sherlock held the Dragon's wings with one hand while he took out a contract, the Eternal Kingdom Dungeon Interns Contract (Universal Version).

”Come, drink some tea, Eggface.”

Sherlock passed a cup of crimson bloody chrysanthemum tea warmly to the young Black Dragon who was sitting in a chair. This time he was more down to earth. He lowered his head, and his two claws were rubbing against each other. He looked aggrieved.

His eyes glanced at the document in a briefcase at the side. The revealed corner of the document had the words ”Eggface's start of internship…”

”I'm not Eggface. I'm Dark Flaming Mana Lord, Dark Scorch Hot-Tempered…” the Black Dragon said feebly.

”I know, Eggface,” Sherlock said as he patted Eggface's shoulders.

”What's the meaning of Eggface? Are you insulting me?”

The Black Dragon opened his eyes wide as he looked resentfully at Sherlock.

”How can that be? I don't insult others. This is a compliment. In Dragon terms, it means all-knowing and powerful Dragon,” Sherlock said casually.

”Impossible, I know how to say that using the Dragon language. I've learned Dragon speech and passed it. Next year, I can go to school.”

”This is a dialect, My Eggface.”

Sherlock sat down and smiled at the Black Dragon.

”Yes, Eggface, let me explain your job. Er, we require your help in mutating the Houndhead Men. Yes, can you stand up? Yes, go to the Dungeon Core. Don't be afraid. I'm going to bring you in to play for a while,” Sherlock said to Eggface as he brought the small Dragon to Bru.

Eggface was full of terror. After standing for a few seconds, Sherlock said nicely to him, ”Good Eggface, come, I'm going to ask you some important questions.”