151 That Is My Prisoner (1/2)
”Lord Sherlock, Lord Octopus Ball.”
Sherlock and the octopus head were about to ignite fire sparks with their glaring.
A tall Vampire came from behind and said, ”Seems like both Lords are already acquainted. I thought I was going to introduce both of you to each other.”
When the Vampire walked between Sherlock and the octopus-headed Devil, NotWearingPants started chatting.
”Lassie is here!”
”There's going to be a series of Plots!”
”Lassie! Do you remember me?”
”As if the NPC remembers you!”
Baron Nicolas was called his nickname by the excited gamers, and he appeared embarrassed.
Sherlock exerted his dominant aura on the gamers to force them into Plot Animation mode.
”Baron Nicolas, in regards to the setting up of the commerce routes of the Merchant Band, I'll arrange for my servants to contact you,” Octopus Ball said to Nicolas. Then he brought his twelve Werewolves and walked past Sherlock.
Once Octopus Ball had left, Baron Nicolas said softly to Sherlock, ”Lord Sherlock, I don't know what feud you have with Lord Octopus Ball, but his Dungeon has collaborated with Eternal Fire. I suppose you know about the Eternal Fire Dungeon? Lord Octopus Ball is the representative for Eternal Fire.”
”I see.” Sherlock nodded his head.
Nicolas thought Sherlock would mind Octopus Ball's collaboration with Eternal Fire, but Sherlock seemed indifferent.
Nicholas said, ”I came back yesterday. I thought of contacting you immediately to invite you to my manor as a guest, but I didn't expect Winterfell to encounter such problems…”
”This problem… is it related to the Ancient Ruins No. 85 excavation site?” Sherlock edged closer to Nicolas and asked.
”That's correct. Did Lord Sherlock hear the news?” Nicolas frowned and said, ”The problem is very serious…”
Nicolas surveyed the surroundings as a creature came over and nodded to Sherlock before leaving.
”I have an important meeting to attend. Lord Sherlock, we'll talk after the meeting.”
Sherlock nodded at Nicolas and entered the Meeting Hall.
The Meeting Hall had a large round table that was seated with twenty various Devils. Their servants stood behind them.
Each Devil had a name card in front. Sherlock found his name card—Eternal Kingdom Dungeon Lord Sherlock.
He went over and sat down.
A Devil attempted to chat with Sherlock, but Sherlock ignored him.
The gamers behind Sherlock engaged in chatting. Though they spoke softly and restrained themselves, since everyone was quiet, the Meeting Hall was filled with their chatting voice.
”Gosh, look at that model. It's awesome.”
”Why is he so ugly?”
”Let's see if we can bring the sword with us. The one hanging on the wall.”
”Every one of them wanted screenshots. I'll post many screenshots on the forum later.”
”Give that sh*t face Octopus Ball a feature article.”
”Keke!” As the gamers continued chatting, a loud coughing sound interrupted them. Then, an elderly Orc walked over from the door.
The elderly Orc was dressed in majestic clothing, and he held a scepter. His weathered face was full of creases. Intelligent brilliance shimmered in his deep eyes.