303 Compensation (1/2)
Winterfell had encountered another historical disaster.
The Merchant Alliance investigated Samael's invasion from the beginning to the end and obtained Andrew's voluntary explanation. He had recovered from the petrification, and the truth was unraveled.
Andrew was a pawn in Samael's plan. Samael's main aim was to accumulate enough power from Michelangelo's relic to manifest his body from the Spirit World to the Underworld.
His sinister plan was wrecked by the brave Lord Sherlock and his courageous warriors.
What about the trial of Samael?
The Merchant Alliance didn't have such power. After discussing the matter and filing complaints with the Devil Management Committee, the Merchant Alliance planned to stage protests and objections to the Spirit World.
Devil Kings were also Devils, and they needed to earn a living. They couldn't possibly turn a blind eye to these protests. Not all Devil Kings were obsessed with conquering the world and attacking the Heavenly Kingdom.
For example, Lucifer was more cultured and responsible. He was the role model for the Devil Kings.
After receiving the strong protests from the Merchant Alliance, Lucifer investigated the incident. He had afternoon tea with Samael and then sent a Hades envoy to the Merchant Alliance.
After some discussion, they came to a resolution.
”We'll release all of the souls of the Winterfell residents who perished in this incident. They can go home without worry. For humanitarian reasons, we'll compensate each family with 20 Magic Stones for their mental anguish.”
The ”Grim Reaper”, who was wearing a black hood, reported to a circle of Winterfell senior managers, a Merchant Alliance special envoy, reporters, and Lord Sherlock.
”We're thankful for Satan's concern for Winterfell. We know this was purely an accident.”
As Dungeon Lord Andrew was imprisoned, Baron Nicholas became the steward of Winterfell. He was an old friend of Sherlock.
”What about the losses of Eternal Kingdom…”
Nicholas gestured politely at Sherlock, while Sherlock nodded courteously at the Grim Reaper in acknowledgment.
”Please provide a detailed account of the casualties…” the Grim Reaper said as he tapped on the table.
”100,000 casualties.”
”Wh… what?”
”I said, 100,000 dead.”
Sherlock calmly took out a thick report. There were a few photographs that depicted the gruesome deaths of the gamers. In consideration of the effects on the public, the critical areas were covered by mosaics.
The reporters picked up their Mana devices and snapped pictures in a frenzy.