Chapter 48: Pom, Ka Cha, La Cha

Translator: Atlas Studios  Editor: Atlas Studios

The Winterfell Dungeon Lord Experience Sharing Conference was held in the manor of the Winterfell Dungeon Lord, who was also a senior member of the Merchant Alliance. Strictly speaking, Winterfell didn’t belong to anybody. The Dungeon Lord was like a manager since Winterfell was part of the Merchant Alliance’s asset.

From afar, one could see how this senior member of the Merchant Alliance was living a luxurious and decadent lifestyle.

There were several manors linked together. The grounds were covered with green stone slabs that were far superior in terms of aesthetics and quality than Eternal Kingdom’s Diamond Seam floor.

Sherlock sat on the slow-moving Beetlemon, which passed through the shiny golden doorway. The Beetlemon stepped on the beautiful stone slabs as Sherlock held onto its buttocks. Finally, the Beetlemon stopped in front of a circular fountain.

Sherlock stepped on the Beetlemon’s joints as he dismounted and tidied up his suit gracefully. He saw another Beetlemon stop behind his ride. A slender Devil with a goat’s horn dismounted the Beetlemon while trembling, and a Werewolf in a western suit quickly supported his arm. Another two Werewolves carried the Devil’s suitcase and his suspenders. The Werewolves looked professional.

The goat-horned Devil looked at the young Sherlock, the elderly Beetlemon at his side, and the three Goblins on top of the Beetlemon. Finally, he looked at Sherlock in bewilderment.

Sherlock looked back at his servants.

Because of their height, the Goblins were unable to step on the Beetlemon’s joints to dismount. Arthur looked unsightly as he attempted to climb down. Sylvanas hesitated, while NotWearingPants took a deep breath on the Beetlemon’s back before jumping.

When NotWearingPants landed, his leg bones emitted clear crackling sounds, and he sat on his buttocks. His spine also emitted strange sounds as he laid flat on the ground.

As he didn’t have the sensation of pain, he didn’t scream.

His body emitted the sounds—Pom, Ka Cha, La Cha.

“What are you doing? It’s that high, and yet you jumped?”

Arthur used both his hands and legs to climb down. He frowned and attempted to pull NotWearingPants up, but the latter was unable to stand up.

“How would I know that Goblin anatomy was so realistic in this game? Normally, I would lose some blood in most games. Who would believe that I would break my bones?” NotWearingPants laid on the ground and said in exasperation.

“Is this your first day playing this game?” Arthur slapped NotWearingPant’s head.

“Will it affect the mission? Drag me please, Bro,” NotWearingPants pleaded to Arthur.

Sherlock couldn’t bear to watch any longer. He lifted his hand as he transferred Mana to NotWearingPants to heal his injury.

“Thank you Sherlie, thank you Sherlie.” NotWearingPants stood up and smiled happily. Sylvanas, who was still trapped on the Beetlemon, said anxiously, “What, what should I do? I’m a small girl. I don’t dare to jump.”

Sherlock walked over and gazed at Sylvanas, who seemed to understand Sherlock’s intention. Sylvanas nodded, focused her gaze, and jumped like NotWearingPants towards Sherlock’s location.

Pom, Ka Cha, La Cha.

“Sh*t! This is crazy. I’m interacting with an NPC using my eyes!” Sylvanas said angrily and laid on the ground like NotWearingPants. She vomited a mouthful of fresh blood.

Sherlock lifted his hand and transferred Mana to Sylvanas, healing her injuries.

The gamers didn’t know the usefulness of pain, and it showed. Sherlock didn’t have to carry them. As long as they didn’t fall to their death, Sherlock could heal them. It was much more convenient than carrying them.

The three gamers started their discussion excitedly.

“Aren’t you a girl born after 2000?” NotWearingPants asked as he looked at Sylvanas, who stood up and continued cursing and swearing.

“Have you seen a girl whose name is Sylvanas? Who could do missions and carry materials for three days, 20 hours per day?” Arthur asked.

“Gosh, are you perverted?” Sylvanas looked surprised at Arthur and said, “Me saying I’m your daddy doesn’t mean I’m not a girl. I’m a cute 2000 girl.”

“D*mn, are you sure you aren’t a man disguising as a girl?” NotWearingPants teased.

The three of them continued bantering as though NotWearingPants and Sylvanas didn’t have a fatal fall.

“Let’s go, my servants. From now on, you’ll represent Eternal Kingdom. Talk less, do more work, and don’t touch anything.” Sherlock broke up their banter and brought the Goblins into the manor as the goat-horned Devil gaped in shock.

The goat-horned Devil looked questioningly at the Werewolves at the side, but they only shook their heads.

Once Sherlock and his servants left, a Goblin bellboy led Sherlock’s elderly Beetlemon to the designated place to rest.

Arthur, NotWearingPants, and Sylvanas weren’t bothered by the goat-horned Devil. There were many Devils and Underworld creatures to see at the sides. Some were Devils like Sherlock and had huge wings. Others were Devils with strange faces. Normally, their heads would have strange things. Goat horns were quite common.

The number of Devils was small, while there were many more Underworld creatures, such as ten-meter-tall Giants, Stone Golems, Minotaurs, Succubi—who wore high heels, revealing clothes, and had long slender tails—and other mystical Underworld creatures that the gamers hadn’t seen before.

“Gosh, they are going to be blown away by what we saw.”

“Hurry, take pictures.”

“I’m vexed that I can’t take pictures in the game.”

“Would you carry out your mission properly? Stop talking.”

The three gamers continued bantering, though they lowered their volume. NotWearingPants and Sylvanas whispered to each other incessantly.

Taking the stairs up, Sherlock looked prominent with Goblins as servants. Before he arrived at the entrance to the Main Hall, a Sludge Monster in a wet Tuxedo slithered over.

“Lord Sherlock! Lord Sherlock!” the Sludge Monster shouted as he dashed towards Sherlock.

Sherlock was stunned and looked at the Sludge Monster, whose Tuxedo looked familiar. All Sludge Monsters looked the same, so it wasn’t easy to identify them.

“I am Baron Nicholas’ butler. The Baron ordered me to wait here for Lord Sherlock. We have met before, Lord Sherlock.” The Sludge Monster bent forward and bowed to Lord Sherlock.

Sherlock remembered the butler and bowed as he took off his hat.

An irritating voice was then heard.

“Lassie’s plot?”

“We should be able to see Lassie soon since his butler is already here. Is he a Sludge Monster or a Slime?”

“Shh, stop talking.”

The Sludge Monster was embarrassed and asked Sherlock, “Lord Sherlock, Lassie is…”

“It’s alright. Don’t worry about them. Why did the Baron have you wait for me? Is the Baron here too? Isn’t he on his business trips?” Sherlock waved his hand and said.

Before the Sludge Monster could reply, the irritating voice came from behind again.

“What’s that? Did the Sludge Monster react to my conversation? Yes, Lassie is the pet name for your Baron.”

“Is this your first day knowing that the NPC could interact with you?”

“Please stop talking. The mission says that we can’t talk. The Sludge Monster is looking at us. What if we fail the mission?”

NotWearingPants and Sylvanas stopped talking after Arthur reminded them.

“So it’s a pet name. Baron was right. He received great hospitality while he was at Eternal Kingdom,” the Sludge Monster said.

“Lord Sherlock, as you know, Nick… Baron Lassie is also part of the Merchant Alliance. Though the Baron didn’t manage to come back, he was concerned about Lord Sherlock. That being the case, he assigned me to wait for you and then lead the way.”

The Sludge Monster said respectfully, “Lord Sherlock, welcome to the Dungeon Lord Experience Sharing Conference.”