456 Sherlocks Action (1/2)
After resting for a period of time, Dragonborn logged into the game.
This time he felt abnormal.
He felt his belt being dragged. He panicked as he didn't know what was pulling him. Once he calmed down, he felt his body being pulled by something.
Was it a beast? What about the young Wyvern? Could it have been eaten by the beast?
Dragonborn started to panic.
”Chirp! Chirp!” the young Wyvern shouted as if it knew that Dragonborn was regaining consciousness.
Dragonborn was relieved to hear the young Wyvern again. Who was pulling him? The young Wyvern?
He wanted to wake up, but he was unable to do so. He could hear sounds, but he was unable to control his body.
He felt his body being placed on a bed, and a creature was sniffing at him. Perhaps it was that young Wyvern.
Dragonborn was trying his best to feel his environment when a strange liquid was poured into his throat.
He felt himself drinking a large cup of fresh orange juice that was without any water dilution.
The stimulating taste made Dragonborn more conscious.
”Is he regaining consciousness?”
He heard voices near his ears.
Dragonborn slowly opened his eyes and saw a huge Wolf's head.
A gray Wolf stared at Dragonborn with his amber eyes.
Dragonborn was given a fright and jumped instinctively. However, his body hadn't recovered, and he was unable to exert any strength.
”Don't worry, this gray Wolf won't harm you,” a person by the side said upon seeing that Dragonborn was worried he might be bitten by the Wolf.
It was a hunter wearing animal skin who sat in a chair in front of Dragonborn's bed. Dragonborn was unable to take a look at him, as the gray Wolf blocked his vision.
The man was about 40 years old, had a large beard, a mellow face, and deep eye sockets. He looked like an unkempt but powerful hermit.
At least the fellows in TV series with the same looks were powerful characters.
”Where's this place? Where's my young Wyvern?” Dragonborn recovered himself. His young Wyvern was missing, but he had just heard the young Wyvern's voice.
”If you're looking for the Wyvern, it's here.”
The man pointed behind him, where Dragonborn noticed a metal cage that had a naked and scaleless young Wyvern.
”Chirp… chirp… Neema! Neema!” the young Wyvern shouted when it saw Dragonborn looking at it.
The first few words were for Dragonborn, while the last few words were for the hunter.
The hunter was nonchalant about the young Wyvern's screeching. He looked at Dragonborn and said, ”You fell off a cliff, and there were many roasted crows beside you. Please tell me what happened to you if you don't mind. I'm not interested in you or your young Wyvern. I don't wish to have trouble,” the hunter said.
…
In a tower located in a bustling city.
A man with a white beard who was wearing a Magician's hat and a cloak adorned with a pentagram stood before a crystal ball. He said with servitude, ”Please, believe me, Great Magician. I have located the Wyvern's location and almost captured its child.”
The crystal ball was filled with gray mist, and a chaotic and incoherent voice came from the cloud, ”I trusted you, but you've disappointed me. You've failed completely. An unknown Human was able to wreck our plan and steal our target. You're of no use, so I'll have you replaced.”
”Wait, Great Magician, please believe me. Give me another chance. I'll find the Human who stole the Wyvern, capture him, and bring him to you,” the Magician said with utmost servitude.
The Great Magician in the crystal ball didn't believe him.
”I have given you too many chances.”
The crystal ball dimmed.
”No! No! No! Listen to me. Listen to me…”
Before he finished speaking, he choked. His body became black, and his fingers started rotting.
Within tens of seconds, he became a pool of dark blood.
A Magician's hat and cloak, a bunch of keys, a kid's clay eraser, a disposable diaper, superman brand bubblegum, and a See You There Cafe's birthday voucher were left by the pool of blood. They were the only pieces of evidence that showed a person existed before.
…
”What? Dragonborn was taken away?”
”What? The Wyvern is still building its nest nearby? And it laid four eggs?”
”What? A newly hatched young Wyvern fell down the cliff with Dragonborn?”
”What? Dragonborn and the young Wyvern were rescued by a hunter hermit in the forest, and the hunter has two gray Forest Wolves?”
”What? You have the photographs of the hunter, the layout of the house, and the Forest Wolves?”
Lancelot was unable to suppress his astonishment. Did they take him as a fool?
”No, no, no. The photographs were uploaded to the discussion forum. We only drew out pictures according to the photographs. There are many talented artists among the gamers,” TakeASpearHit said to Lancelot.
The gamers handed two hand-drawn pictures to Lancelot.
Lancelot raised the pictures to examine them. One of the pictures showed the interior of the room. At the center was a cage with the young Wyvern.
The second picture depicted a man with two huge Forest Wolves by his side.
That was the hunter who captured Dragonborn.
”Lancelot, do you know him? Can you speak to the Queen and lead us to rescue Dragonborn?” SealHeadLingChong said to Lancelot.
”Yes, we want to have a young Wyvern. Bring us there immediately.”
Though the citizens of Victoria City were full of anticipation, Lancelot wasn't able to help them. He didn't recognize the hunter and was doubtful that the hunter existed.
Since Dragonborn was missing, how could he convey this detailed information to them?
However, the gamers had exhibited too many miracles, so it wasn't surprising to hear about more miracles.