149 Representatives From Eternal Kingdom (1/2)
[Ice-sealed Luochen: Sister Vanas is scary! How many Goblins did she kill to get such good archery skills? I have to seek a teacher in the game!]
[WingedWatcher: What is the name of your Guild? What about ”Veteran Gamers Guild?”]
[SillyDude: Is it Sherlie's birthday today?]
[WarHistorian: You can't learn to be rich from Sister Vanas.]
[DestinyContract: Pants is a good person. I hate those who spoil other gamers' experience.]
…
Sherlock finished reading NotWearingPants' Strategy Guide. Though he knew that the gamers would publish the Strategy Guide, he didn't expect the post to be so detailed and timely.
”Strength in unity. The Large Lizards aren't very intelligent, so it's only a matter of time before these terrifying apes reign supreme over the Large Lizards,” Bru said thoughtfully.
”Hmm, the efficiency is high,” Sherlock replied as he browsed the forum.
A small Black Dragon carried a cup of bloody chrysanthemum tea and sat opposite Sherlock. He drank the tea noisily.
Then Eggface looked at Sherlock, who was typing in front of the computer, and said, ”I feel movement coming from the Dark. The murmuring of Hades has an incredible power coming from within me. I'm almost unable to stop it…”
”Tell me simply,” Sherlock said without lifting his head.
”I'm hungry. My stomach is rumbling,” Eggface lowered his head and said indignantly as his claws rubbed together nervously.
Sherlock peeped out from behind the computer and frowned.
”Why are you hungry again? Didn't you eaten an hour ago?”
”The Dark King of the shimmering stars arose from a distant end. The pervasive Gods' power gave enough…” Eggface opened up his two claws and said in exaggeration.
”Speak normally.”
”I'm growing, so I have to eat more,” Eggface said with a grievance.
Sherlock glanced at Eggface and stood up.
He extended his hand, gripped Eggface's wings, and put him in the nook of his arm. Then he carried the fat Dragon to the door.
After opening the door, he gently threw Eggface to the ground and shut the door.
Eggface sat on the ground in a daze as a Goblin came over.
”Gosh, I received a mission to feed Eggface!”
”Bro, make good use of the opportunity! Choose the most tender part of the Lizard Meat. Eggface likes to listen to Goblins that speak immaturely. If he's happy, he might help you reincarnate as a Houndhead Man!”
”6666”
…
Without Eggface around, the Dungeon Lord Main Hall became quiet and peaceful.
Sherlock inhaled in comfort. Then he noticed two letters and a newspaper.
The newspaper had the words ”Winterfell Monthly Digest.”
Besides the advertisements, there were a few prominent pieces of news:
”Winterfell Garrison Guard Station Chief Resignation.”
”A fire broke out at Ancient Ruins No. 85. The place is in total ruins and has been cordoned off by the Merchant Alliance.”
…
Sherlock finished reading the newspaper and picked up the two letters.
”To Mr. Sherlock—Winterfell Archaeology Office”
”Respectable Mr. Sherlock:
After receiving this letter, please proceed to the Winterfell Office for an Archaeology section meeting regarding Ancient Ruins No. 85.”
”To Lord Sherlock—Winterfell Publicity Committee”
”Respectable Lord Sherlock:
Sorry to impose on you. Winterfell encountered unprecedented trouble. We hope to leverage on your power, specifically the Dungeon radiation perimeter and all the other Dungeons' power. After receiving this letter, please proceed to the Winterfell Business Unit.
We'll provide generous remuneration. Thank you for your help!—Winterfell Publicity Committee”
As Sherlock put down the letters, Bru asked puzzledly, ”Didn't they open up the Ancient Ruins and ensure that there were no treasures? Aren't they giving up on the Ancient Ruins? Could it be Eggface's family who caused the fire? After discovering that Eggface was missing, they followed the Rune Mana Formation to Ancient Ruins No. 85 to find him? When they couldn't find Eggface, they waged war on Winterfell?”
”Let's not discuss how Eggface messed up the Rune Mana Formation such that it's not usable. If they were Eggface's family members, they would go to the nearest Winterfell to report a missing child and publish a reward for finding him in the newspapers. Then they would send letters to all the nearby Dungeons to hand over their kid. Otherwise, the Dungeons would be destroyed. They wouldn't incinerate the Ancient Ruins,” Sherlock said confidently.