263 The Underworld Is Decaden (1/2)

A team of five fully armed creatures walked along a Winterfell street.

”I didn't expect that the first mission of the Guild would be to help rid a creature of his gambling addiction. It's great.”

Peasant walked on the leftmost side of the team. A Hades Carriage sped rapidly past them. The driver peered out and looked at the five armored creatures on the street. It was strange to wear armor in Winterfell. Most importantly, the armor looked mashed together, giving a strange appearance.

”This game wants us to be rid of evils and to study hard. After playing this game, many gamers experience better school results. Playing the game for ten hours daily is like studying for ten hours. A home-based Otaku found some construction-related work that earns a few hundred Renminbi per day. That's awesome,” BurningChestHair said.

NotWearingPants quickly commented, ”What's the big deal about finding construction work? When a foreign game company discovered that an employee was a 'Dungeon' Beta Tester, he was immediately promoted to a manager responsible for making new game titles. He's imitating the 'Dungeon' game and earning an eight-figure salary.”

”My god, that's fantastic. I'm going to apply for a position leading the development of games.” Peasant was full of envy.

”Stop bragging. Think of how to complete the mission. Where is this Old Bro Gambling Den?”

Sylvanas took out an old and tattered Winterfell map that was provided by the mission originator. It looked like a map used by the elderly Gnome when he was young. Many places on the map were no longer there.

They walked around for a while before finding the area, but they couldn't find the Old Bro Gambling Den.

”It must be nearby. Do you have a good idea?”

Arthur took the map from Sylvanas and checked the street name, which hadn't changed over the years.

”Try asking the NPCs for information,” Peasant said. He then turned to a smartly dressed Succubus, who was leaning against a lamppost, and asked, ”Missy, do you have…”

”Don't ask. If you ask, it's three hundred for the night, one on one for two hours. Not for more than two creatures. It's too tiring to have two creatures at the same time.”

The Succubus interrupted before Peasant finished his sentence. She lit up a long slender female metal stick and started smoking.

”Ah?”

Peasant was dumbstruck. He didn't expect the Missy Succubus, who looked knowledgeable, to say such things. He was astonished.

While Peasant was deciding between the two-hour and four-hour service, two Garrison Guards wearing standard armor walked over and scolded the Succubus, ”Who let you solicit for tuition class over here?”

”I didn't solicit for classes. Why would I solicit for classes?” the Succubus replied hastily and left in a hurry. Before leaving, she stuffed a name card into Peasant's hand discreetly. Peasant held it tightly in his hands, not daring to read what was on the card.

The Succubus had gone far when the two Garrison Guards came over.

”What were the two of you doing just now?”

”N-Nothing. I was asking for directions? How do I get to the Eternal Kingdom Adventurer's Guild?”

Peasant wasn't a fool. How could he tell the Garrison Guards that he was looking for Old Bro Gambling Den? The game had its own moral system, but gambling dens were always against the law. Even Lord Sherlock, who was thoroughly a bad egg, detested gambling. So it spoke volumes about the attitude of other Winterfell creatures.