Gamers of the Underworld 291 How Was Sherlock?

The Main Hall of the manor was in the midst of the woods, which was very rare. Due to some special reasons, Underworld residents didn’t like using green plants to beautify their homes. When Evelynn, Eggface, the gamers, and the Sludge Monster went into the manor, Evelynn looked around curiously.

The gamers were whispering to each other since they wanted to be immersive. However, their chats could still be heard.

“The mission chain is long. I’m going to take my meal later.”

“Take your meal after completing the mission.”

“I have exams tomorrow morning, so I can’t play for too long tonight. Let’s hurry the mission along. I’m begging all of you.”

“Take a look at the game to see how it’s designed.”

“Don’t talk to me about the design, it reminds me of the lousy game producer.”

“The lousy game producer made my hubby Sherlock disappear, gosh!”

“I’m afraid your hubby is dead. The discussion forum did an analysis. The death of the Dungeon Lord can develop the Plot and is a common gimmick that earns tears and provides a chance to create an Instance Dungeon for remembrance. A statue is erected in the Dungeon, and a nostalgic mood is created. It’s pretty sweet.”

“I don’t believe you!”

And other similar conversations.

Normally, creatures would be angry with such chattering. This was a prestigious household, so they were particular about manners. The chit-chattering wasn’t showing respect for the lady of the house.

The Sludge Monster butler wasn’t angry due to Sherlock.

They were brought to the Main Hall. The Sludge Monster turned around and said to them, “Please wait for a moment.”

The Main Hall didn’t have seats for a hundred creatures, so the gamers sat cross-legged on the ground or just stood around.

After waiting for a few minutes, the gamers were getting restless. They started doing things like advertising.

“One-hour tuition class for a hundred Renminbi! I’ll guarantee that you can cut down trees rapidly. For the Sacred Knight package, please meet me personally for discussion.”

“Selling equipment! Selling Blue Superior Equipment!”

“Anyone interested in taking over my Adventurer’s Mission?”

“Blacksmith raw materials. Selling all kinds of ores.”

“Recruitment for Guild! Springfield Flower Kindergarten is a quality Guild. Our Guild Chairman was the runner-up in the Dark Rider Tournament.”

The Main Hall became rowdy.

…

A young lady who was dressed in a tutu skirt had a pair of black Angel wings behind her. The decadent black feathers shed continuously and vanished into trails of Mana in the air.

The young lady appeared at the entrance of the chaotic Main Hall. Behind her were a Succubus servant and the Sludge Monster butler.

She was the Fallen Angel, Lilo, that the gamers were looking for.

The gamers noticed Lilo and… continued chatting.

Though the gamers were emphasizing being immersive, they were in the midst of business. So they continued talking. The only way for them to stop was for the gamers to go offline or for Sherlock to exert his dominance.

Lilo didn’t have the ability to restrain the gamers and activate the Plot Animation mode. She discovered that when she went to Eternal Kingdom for a visit. She tried again to stop the gamers, but it was in vain, and she gave up.

“Miss Lilo!”

Evelynn walked towards the Fallen Angel.

“I remember you. You’re Sherlock’s secretary.”

Lilo looked at Evelynn and asked, “Where’s Sherlock? Why isn’t he here?”

Evelynn was about to speak when Eggface stopped her. Eggface walked in big steps and stepped in front of Evelynn. He said, “Greetings, I’m Sherlock’s secretary, the King of Darkness, the Master of Devil Flames, and the all-knowing and capable Dragon…”

“Are you Eggface? I heard Sherlock mention you. I didn’t see you when I went to Eternal Kingdom,” Lilo said.

“Wait, she came to Eternal Kingdom?”

Eggface looked bewilderedly at Evelynn and asked, “Why don’t I have any impression?”

“You were in the Dungeon Lord Main Hall. I heard you were doing work,” Evelynn explained in a low voice.

“I see…”

Eggface nodded, and Lilo said, “Sherlock said you are a small Black Dragon with the potential to become the strongest Black Dragon and be our vanguard in the conquest of the Heavenly Kingdom. But looking at you… you’ll need a few hundred years to mature.”

“Wait, what conquest is that?”

Eggface was befuddled as he said, “Conquest of the Heavenly Kingdom! No, no, no. Though I’m the King of Darkness, the Master of Devil Flames, and the all-knowing and capable…”

“Eggface, we’re not here for the conquest.” Evelynn interrupted Eggface before he finished speaking.

Eggface wanted to continue speaking, but the gamers were chatting too noisily.

“Wah, why is there so much dialogue in the Plot?

“Please hurry up. We’re going to the next stage of saving Sherlock!”

“That’s hilarious. Thank goodness that this is a game. If it was the real world, with such lousy skills, I’m afraid Sherlie’s wouldn’t be coming back.”

“What’s the deal with the relic? It made our Sherlie disappear.”

Lilo frowned when she heard the gamers. She asked, “What did you say? What happened to Sherlock?”

…

In the Orc village, which was three days journey from Winterfell.

After Andrew’s suggestion, the gamers agreed to open the gates. Of course, that was after receiving the Magic Stones and the stripped equipment from the Winterfell Garrison Guards.

What about the food? The winter clothing? And the reporters’ interviews?

Get lost. The gamers didn’t want any obstruction to their missions!

Wait. Interviews? That could be done.

“Greetings, I’m Winterfell’s reporter. I’m honored to interview you. Are you…” asked a Gnome reporter as he looked at the surrounding group of green-skinned creatures. It wasn’t practical for him to interview so many creatures.

“I’m from the Dragon Raja Guild,” said the leading Gnome, btkangren.

“Dragon Raja… Guild? Aren’t you from Eternal Kingdom?”

“Eternal Kingdom? That is the name of the Dungeon. The Guild is different from the Dungeon. Our next goal is for our members to build a new Dungeon!” btkangren said happily. Just as he finished speaking, a nearby group of creatures came over with malicious intent.

They had the words “Meat Vegetable Rice Alliance” above their heads.

The Gnome, btkangren, pushed the reporter away and shouted to the gamers behind him, “Prepare to fight! Get more people! Where is OrangeSkin? He isn’t online? Call him and get him here!”