448 Second Watch (1/2)
After some bargaining, the Orc Captain paid 10 weapons and 10 pieces of armor to the gamers of Eternal Kingdom in exchange for meeting their Dungeon Lord.
The Orc Captain regretted his action. When he followed the gamers to the depths of Specter College, he discovered other gamers carrying items in the classrooms and laboratories. It was like spring cleaning, with them searching every corner of the college.
Even a bandit wouldn't do such a thing.
The Orc Captain didn't treat the gamers as bandits as they were following the orders of the Dungeon Lord to decontaminate the college. That was what the gamers claimed.
When the Orc Captain saw Lord Sherlock, the legendary superior Devil was sitting at the center of the courtyard.
Sherlock looked very exhausted, as though he was spiritually drained.
It was something that made him hopeless and depressed.
The Orc Captain thought that perhaps he was sad over the loss of his citizens.
He was full of respect for the superior Devil. Only a leader who was extremely caring would have such an expression.
Surrounding Sherlock was a battleground full of crimson and grotesque flesh. It belonged to the body of Frangipani, who was exploded by the self-destructing Gundam.
In front of Sherlock were Gundam fragments and half a Longsword, the only intact object left by the Gundam.
The Orc Captain walked to Sherlock and said respectfully, ”The Central Garrison Guards of the Merchant Alliance would like to convey our gratitude. We learned from your citizens that Eternal Kingdom has contributed to world peace. You have once again rescued the world. Can you tell us what happened? Please forgive me for imposing on you at such a depressing time, but we have to report the situation to the Merchant Alliance.”
”You have to properly report everything. To defeat Frangipani, Eternal Kingdom paid a heavy price. The Merchant Alliance has to pay compensation for our casualties and incurred damages. I hope that you'll report my losses to your superior.”
Sherlock's eyes lit up when he looked at the Orc Captain, looking like a drowning man that had grasped onto a life-saving straw.
”Of course, Lord Sherlock. You have done your part for the world. The Merchant Alliance won't forget about your contribution. The Specter Committee will compensate you for your sacrifices,” the Orc Captain said while surveying the pathetic state of Specter College. From the ruins, it was easy to imagine the tenacity and viciousness of the battle.
If he had led his team into such a battle, it was questionable whether they would have survived. The warriors of Eternal Kingdom were merry, not displaying any tension or depression after the battle. It was as though they had won a battle without any loss.
Eternal Kingdom was terrifying!
…
In the morning, as simulated sunlight shone through a window, a Skeleton with bandages all over his body was sitting on a bed.
Professor Bacon looked outside the window. It was serene and peaceful.
Who could have imagined that two days ago, he was on the verge of death?
When he thought about it, Professor Bacon felt like it was a nightmare.
He was in the Patient Ward of Winterfell's Fatality Hospital.
It was hard to imagine that there was nobody around in such a huge hospital. There were only patients resting on their beds while awaiting their operations.
Most of the patients were directly admitted to the operating theater. After the operation, they could complete the discharge procedures for a funeral.
Professor Bacon was in the patient ward because he refused the expensive operation.
When the physician requested that he undergo the bone disintegration operation to heal his body, Professor Bacon declined. He wasn't afraid of the dangers of operation. He simply felt that instead of spending so much money, he could spend the money on those who needed it more.
Like those poor students.
The physician nodded and said, ”You will be rewarded for your kind deeds, Professor Bacon.”
…
While Professor Bacon was enjoying the scenery outside the window and recalling the events of the past few days, he heard knocks at the door.
”Professor Bacon, someone's here to visit you.”
The voice of a Gnome nurse was heard.
The door to the room opened. The Gnome nurse was leading a superior Devil, a Dragon, a parrot, a black kitten, and a tortoise.
The superior Devil was Lord Sherlock.
Professor Bacon noticed that Lord Sherlock was extremely exhausted, seeming as though he hadn't had any rest at all.
Professor Bacon stood up from his bed and walked to Sherlock as he said, ”Lord Sherlock, how are you? You don't look good. How can I help you? Come, take a seat over here.”
Professor Bacon didn't look like he was sick. He pulled Sherlock to the side of the bed to let Sherlock sit, but Sherlock waved his hand and said, ”It's not necessary. You're the patient, not me.”
Sherlock spoke sincerely and sat in a chair by the side, letting Professor Bacon lie on the bed.
”How is Specter College now? Brainiac came to visit me once. He told me that Specter College is a mess. I'd like to be discharged so that I can help. I'm responsible for what happened.”
Professor Bacon sighed. He sounded guilt-stricken.
”It had nothing to do with you. Nobody expected Professor Cabbage to be the perpetrator. I thought it was the principal,” Sherlock said while waving his hand in exhaustion.