231 Superb Dancing Skills (2/2)
”Step on spot—go! One, two, three, four, two, two, three, four…”
”My body! I can't control my body. It's moving!”
”Gosh! I haven't done this for many years!”
”It's alright, muscles have memories, just let the body take over!”
The gamers chatted noisily, but soon, they became quiet. The bass guitarist continued to sing.
”The first part, extension exercise.”
The gamers danced the second set of the mass exercise, New Age Calling.
The other Devils inhaled in surprise, and Andrew was in disbelief.
”What? Such a difficult dance. How can the Houndhead Men learn…”
When the gamers completed their mass dance, applause rocked the entire hall.
Whistling, catcalls, gasps of astonishment, and sounds of creatures collapsing due to overwhelming stimulus were heard.
An overwhelmed vampire dashed forward and bit Peasant, who collapsed to the ground convulsing.
”Exciting! Exciting performance!”
”I didn't expect to see such a beautiful dance!”
”Can you teach me? I will let the Dungeon inhabitants do this mass dance at 8:45 am at the plaza.”
From the spectators' behavior, it was clear who won the dance competition.
Sherlock's team won the favor of the Dungeon Lords and nobles with their mysterious mass dance.
Andrew became more jealous.
However, he was helpless. He grabbed his dance partner and nodded to the Devils and nobles before he cast a jealous glance at Sherlock and left.
Onionhead smiled contentedly and applauded as he said to Sherlock, ”Lord Sherlock, that was awesome. You always surprise us. Yes, how is Beast doing?”
”Not too shabby. His capability is extremely useful to Eternal Kingdom.”
Sherlock nodded, and Onionhead extended his four fingers and said to Sherlock, ”To thank Lord Sherlock, I'm adding an additional figure. You'll understand.”
”What? What do I know? I won't allow Beast to return to Winterfell because he's an important employee in my Dungeon.”
Onionhead narrowed his eyes and laughed heartily.
An elderly Orc said to Onionhead, ”Dungeon Lord, your daughter has arrived at Winterfell.”
”Oh, I got it.” Onionhead nodded at the Orc and smiled at Sherlock as he said, ”Apologies, my daughter was overseas studying for ten years. I didn't expect her to return today. Lord Sherlock, we'll chat another time.”
Onionhead bowed to Sherlock and left.
Sherlock looked at the back view of Onionhead as he left. Behind Sherlock, Beast didn't venture far. When he saw that Onionhead had gone, Beast clenched his fist and hammered the wall. He walked to Sherlock and said firmly, ”Lord Sherlock! I want revenge! I want to participate in this Dark Rider Tournament. I want to get the first prize and have dinner with my wife. Then I will tell her everything!”
Sherlock hesitated, but he couldn't resist saying, ”What if the plan was actually your wife's idea? What if there are changes? Life is already hard. Why don't you work comfortably in my Dungeon? At least the citizens of Eternal Kingdom adore you.”
Sherlock pointed to the gamers, who quickly started speaking.
”Yes, yes, Beast, continue to mentor us. I obtained full marks in my mid-term examination all because of you.”
”I'm depending on you for my college entrance examination.”
”My results have been rocketing. If you leave, what's going to happen to my examination score? I want to get 100 points.”
Beast was in a dilemma. Sherlock patted his shoulders and said firmly, ”It's not appropriate for you to exhibit your power in public. Let the citizens of Eternal Kingdom help you achieve this goal! They will get the first prize and help you redress your injustice!”
The gamers agreed to redress Beast's injustice.
Beast was moved. He wished he could treat the gamers to Sleeping Worm red tea. Sherlock asked, ”Do you have an heirloom or equipment to serve as rewards?”