371 Morgan (1/2)
”No. 58956, 42565, 58585, and 25654 candidates, prepare yourselves. The Level A examination is about to begin.”
The voice came from a crystal ball, and the four Lich candidates stood up immediately and started preparing for their examination.
”Ah, finally, it's our turn!”
”I thought I wouldn't be able to graduate.”
”Don't let your guard down, the Black Armored Knight seems to be coming!”
”What's the big deal with the Black Armored Knight? Many of our seniors trounced him and his team. We only have to delay for time, and we'll graduate.”
Everyone smiled happily, and none of the Lich students noticed that the Gnomes were carrying vials with black colored potions.
This was the first time that the Instance Dungeon was conquered.
…
Twelve hours later.
”Oh dear, I'm at my wits' end! This is the last one!”
Candidate No. 58956 placed both of his hands on the ground as he knelt down in a daze.
”What happened? What's in those small vials? I slashed him. Why did he heal after drinking the contents of the vial?”
Candidate No. 42565 also knelt on the ground and said in an aggrieved tone, ”We can't defeat them… we can't defeat them…”
Candidate No. 58585 knelt down too.
Only candidate No. 25654 gritted his teeth and persevered. His large, elite Orc Skeleton was cornered by the group of combatants from Eternal Kingdom. He went into a daze…
…
While the Lich students were kneeling down in frustration, the gamers on the forum were celebrating because they heard about the conquering of the Troops Training Grounds.
The most popular post [First clearing of ”Specter College: Troops Training Grounds”! It took twelve hours!] was created by NotWearingPants.
Since the BOSSES in the Instance Dungeon didn't have fixed skills, the gamers encountered different BOSSES every time. Hence, NotWearingPants' post wasn't about the Instance Dungeon, it was on saving time.
The most crucial item was the Minor Healing Potion.
”Lord Sherlock, the Minor Healing Potion provided much-needed assistance. According to my backend data analysis, the potion helped us earn 10% of the gamers' money and materials. This is highly profitable!” Bru said excitedly while Sherlock browsed the forum.
”Hmm, very good. Just as I expected. We should come up with more Magic Potions. Then, the gamers will provide us with the materials, Magic Stones, and game currency that they have earned. Once they become poor, they will have to carry bricks diligently. I'm expecting another Golden Age in construction! It will become a positive loop cycle,” Sherlock was happy and said in anticipation.
A letter was thrown out from the Dungeon Core.
It had the words ”Lord Sherlock—Winterfell Office” on it.
Sherlock tore open the letter and started reading.
”Dearest Lord Sherlock:
Apologies for imposing on you, Lord Sherlock. The second successor to Eternal Fire, Morgan, wishes to meet you. Due to pressure from my superior, I had to write this letter of invitation. I understand that Lord Sherlock is extremely busy, so I won't be surprised even if you decline the invitation.
I would appreciate a reply.
—Love from Nicholas, Lassie”
”Tsk, does he treat Lassie as his name?”
Bru said immediately, ”Decline it, Lord Sherlock. While you were watching the drama performance, he didn't look friendly. He must have ill-intentions for meeting you!”
”Why should I decline? Are we not worried about hidden plotters? It's better to meet him for peace of mind.”
Sherlock snapped his fingers, and a pen and a piece of paper floated up. The pen then started writing.