228 Winterfells Ball (1/2)
”Tsk, it looks like Dungeon Lord Onionhead is really vacating his post. I wonder what the Merchant Alliance is going to do to him. I have quite a good impression of this Gnome. Without him, we wouldn't have obtained the logging rights of Underground Forest No. 3 so easily,” Bru said thoughtfully,
”Who is Lord Sherlock going to invite as your Ball partner? You're a famous person in the Northern Underworld. The news of you saving the Northern Underworld must have already been spread like wildfire. If you don't have an impressive dance partner, it'll be a disappointment.”
Sherlock put down the letter and pondered.
…
Dungeon Lord Onionhead inhaled deeply. With the help of the elderly Orc, Onionhead put on his Onionhead wig.
Just like his heavy heart.
”Dungeon Lord, the guests have arrived.”
The elderly Orc stood by Onionhead and invited him to leave the room.
Onionhead inhaled deeply and nodded before walking out.
Gnomes and Slimes were pushing their delicacies carts everywhere.
The Orc guards were in full body armor and wielding Halberds. There was a sentry placed every 20 meters.
At the end of the tunnel, the guests were socializing. They were the Dungeon Lords, nobles of the Merchant Alliance, and other socialites.
Onionhead smiled and walked out. At the end of the tunnel was a speaker's platform with protective railings. Everyone kept quiet when he appeared, then they applauded him.
Sherlock was in the crowd, and behind him was the emotionless Brainiac.
”Lord Sherlock, why did you bring me to such an event?”
”I saw that you were unhappy with the loss of the Yellow Rubber Ducky, so I brought you out to relax.”
Sherlock also applauded as he explained to Brainiac.
”Why do I have to attend this event?” Yoda, who was standing beside Brainiac, asked bewilderedly.
”If you didn't fly the Airship, we couldn't have arrived on time,” Eggface said to Yoda.
”Why are you here?” Sherlock looked at Eggface.
”I'm Lord Sherlock's loyal secretary!”
Eggface looked earnestly at Sherlock and said, ”Lord Sherlock, can you share with me your code for being so loyal to you?”
”What code? I don't understand what you're saying.”
Sherlock was bewildered. At his right-hand side, the shy Succubus Evelynn was hiding herself behind Sherlock while she held the back of her skirt with her hand.
Evelynn wore a normal and not very luxurious gown. It was her best dress.
As a Succubus, she had a perfectly endowed body that was the envy of everyone.
The length of her gown was bolder than her normal dressing style. The gown reached her calf and almost touched her knees. Evelynn was extremely nervous. Even when she wore office lady clothing, her skirt was never that short.
She had no choice but to bring out her best clothes in order to be compatible with Lord Sherlock.
”Winterfell is inviting me to attend a Ball to bid farewell to Dungeon Lord Onionhead. I need a dance partner. If you're free, can you join me tomorrow?”
Evelynn was unable to decline Sherlock's request. She wasn't good at declining requests.
Besides Brainiac, Eggface, Yoda, and Evelynn, standing behind Sherlock were NotWearingPants, Sylvanas, Peasant, Arthur, BurningChestHair, TakeASpearHit, Dragonborn, SealHeadLingChong, and 30 other Goblins, Gnomes, and Houndhead Men.
They were chatting enthusiastically.