Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
In the run-down meeting room of Winterfell, the wall damaged by the Black Dragon wasnât repaired. This was considered the best meeting room in Winterfell.
A superior Devil sat in the chair, and the room was lit by crude candles. After losing the Dungeon Core, Winterfell was in total darkness.
âI donât know him,â the seated Devil said calmly.
âWhat, what?â Onionhead thought he heard wrongly and asked again, âWait a moment, Lord Alexandria. If you donât know Lord Sherlock, why were you so concerned about him?â
âTo be precise, Lord Sherlock doesnât know me, but I know him or have heard about him.â Alexandria, who was hidden in the shadows, said, âIâm representing my father during my visit to Winterfell. On the other hand, I heard Lord Sherlock was here, so I came to take a look. As for the details, I canât divulge much.â
Onionhead frowned and said, âI see, Lord Alexandria. Can I ask you another question?â
âOf course.â
âWhen the Ancient Gods believers attacked us, where were you? Donât be mistaken, Iâm not suspecting you, but werenât we at the same meeting? When we awoke, we were all naked, but when you appeared, you were all dressed up...â Onionhead said as his eyes gleamed.
âIâve already written a letter to the senior management of the Merchant Alliance. I know your doubts. Donât worry, Iâm not part of the Ancient Gods.â Alexandria laughed and said, âAfter such an incident in Winterfell, it is doubtful if you can still be the Dungeon Lord. Itâs better to be concerned about your situation than mine. Iâm leaving this place. If youâre no longer the Dungeon Lord, come to my dadâs dukedom, I feel that youâre capable.â
Alexandria patted Onionheadâs shoulder and left.
The thin Senior Beast, who was behind Onionhead, looked fiercely at the insolent Alexandria. It was a pity that looks couldnât kill.
After Alexandria left the meeting room, Beast punched rapidly in the air and started cursing.
âThat Alexandria is too much! Father-in-law, how can you be dismissed? Winterfell was built from the ground up by you!â Beast said fiercely, âIf he dares to appear before me, Iâll remove all his teeth!â
âBeast...â Onionhead sat slumped in his chair and stared at the ceiling.
âIâm unable to take care of you...â
âWhat? Father-in-law, what are you saying? Youâve married your daughter to me. You have to take care of me till I die!â Beast said in fear.
âAfter this incident, the Merchant Alliance wonât let me off. Soon, they will take action against me. In fact, I received information that Iâll be sent into prison for corrective labor,â Onionhead said softly.
âMy daughter passed away early. Youâre the only one Iâm worried about. Though youâre not my son, Iâve treated you as my son. After I leave, there will be many creatures who donât like you. The new Dungeon Lord will not keep you. The main reason... is that you have too many misgivings.â
âMisgivings... what?â Beastâs eyes lit up, but Onionhead looked lovingly at Beast.
Onionhead beckoned Beast to kneel down and caressed Beastâs permed head as he said, âThough you are a good child who has permed hair, tattoos, and a smoking habit, I know your special interest in worshiping the Sacred Light.â
Beast looked fearful, but Onionhead said, âDonât worry, only I know about it and the cleaning lady, my secretary, er, the office worker Wang, Garrison Guard Captain. Ah, and in a classmate gathering...â
âFather-in-law!â Beast knelt down in pain as he said regretfully, âIt wasnât intentional! I was taught the learning and worshiping of Sacred Light by a group of creatures. One time during our meeting, a few of them told me they would show me good stuff...â
âEnough, I know youâre a good kid at heart. I wonât betray you, but... Iâm unable to protect you.â Onionhead caressed Beastâs head and said, âResign and leave the Merchant Alliance. After your deeds are exposed, the Merchant Alliance wonât let you off...â
âFather-in-law! You have to save me!â
âThe Merchant Alliance may punish you by sending you to cut trees!â
âNo, I wonât leave. Iâll fight for the Merchant Alliance to my last breath.â
Beast looked determined, and his eyes lit up with anticipation.
âPreposterous! You have to go! Iâve arranged for your next home.â Onionhead took out a letter and passed it to Beast.
âGo to Eternal Kingdom and look for Lord Sherlock. Forgo your salary and benefits. Remember to work hard every day. Itâs enough to have food and lodging. After Iâm released from prison, Iâll look for you. During this period, Iâll ask Lord Sherlock to take care of you. Otherwise, the Merchant Alliance wonât let you off!â
âI understand.â Beast stowed Onionheadâs letter gravely.
Onionhead said loudly, âYouâre disgraceful! I know what youâre planning just by looking at your eyes. Do you intend to give yourself up and cut trees after Iâm imprisoned? Why arenât you repentant?â
âFather-in-law...â
âYouâll swear! Youâll swear by the name of the Sacred Light!â Onionhead shouted fiercely.
Beast wanted to resist, but after looking at Onionheadâs gaze, he couldnât. He raised his hand and said tearfully, âI, Beast, swear by the name of Sacred Light...â
Five days later, in the Dungeon Lord Main Hall of Eternal Kingdom.
âSo... thatâs the reason youâre defecting to me?â Sherlock listened to Beastâs words and took the letter from Onionhead.
âTo the respectable Lord SherlockâOnionheadâ
â500,000 Magic Stones.
1,000 units of various ores.
1,000 units of wood.
10,000 sets of Winterfell equipment.
...â
Sherlock put down the letter that was laden with paternal love and looked at Beast as he stood up.
Then Sherlock grabbed Eggfaceâs wings, opened the door, and threw Eggface out.
Sherlock placed his hand on Beastâs sweaty shoulder and beckoned him to sit down before saying, âAiya, Iâm old friends with your father-in-law. Though we knew each other for a short period of time, we felt like close friends. It was as though we knew each other while we were in our mothersâ wombs. Treat this place like your home. Relax, and donât worry. The citizens of Eternal Kingdom are good, though a small portion of them are a bit strange. Please donât mind them. I know youâre a great leader, so Iâll arrange a leadership position for you. Yes, your salary and holidays...â
Beast gave a bitter smile and said, âLord Sherlock, my father-in-law is unable to be the Winterfell Dungeon Lord. After his dismissal, Iâm likely to be implicated and be a wanted criminal. How can I ask for more?â
âI understand. Donât worry, Iâll arrange a suitable job for you.â
Sherlock nodded and said, âFollow me, Iâll explain the details of the Dungeon to you...â
Dragonborn stood at the entrance of the Dungeon Lord Main Hall. He was with other gamers who were looking inside.
Just now, an Orc rode a Beetlemon to Eternal Kingdom. The cloaked Orc was covered in dust as he leaped off the Beetlemon. Then, he adjusted his cloak and smoked a Uranium stick before swallowing it. With an unyielding look, he puffed out a mushroom cloud.
Under the gazes of the gamers, he walked into the Dungeon.
Sherlock had received notification and waited at the entrance. After that, he led the Orc into the hall for a discussion until now.
A lot of gamers were wondering whether that was the new race being prepared for the Third Beta Testing!
Eggface was thrown out from the hall and subsequently taken away. The cauldron was set up to stew Eggface. Though it was called stewing, it was essentially a bath for Eggface.
Dragonborn waited with the other gamers. After a long time, the door of the Dungeon Lord Main Hall was opened.
Sherlie brought Beast warmly to the gamers and said, âThis Orc will be the Head Sacred Light Missionary! Weâll build a Sacred Light Worshipping Chapel! Please applaud.â