Chapter 285: Chapter 285 - Its a Conspiracy

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

A muscular Orc secretary in office lady clothing walked in big strides as he carried two cups of bloody chrysanthemum tea. He placed the teacups on the table and nodded to Andrew and the Gnome reporter before leaving the office.

“Dungeon Lord Andrew, thank you for your hospitality. I’m here to conduct a special interview.”

The Gnome reporter was wearing large black-framed spectacles. He adjusted his spectacles and spoke politely.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

“Of course, as the Winterfell Dungeon Lord, I’m honored to be interviewed by the media. You can ask whatever questions you want.”

Andrew was gloating inside. Finally, a reporter came to interview him. He was going to be in the headlines tomorrow. He had already thought of a title for the newspaper—”Dungeon Lord Andrew, a good Dungeon Lord who cares for his residents”.

This represented his intention and achievements. The most important thing was that it told the truth.

“The first question is, what does Dungeon Lord Andrew think about Lord Sherlock, who is highly praised by everybody?” the Gnome reporter asked.

“Er, from an objective viewpoint, Lord Sherlock is a pretty good Devil Lord. From what I know, he has a Dungeon with 2,000 servants. As a new Dungeon Lord, it’s a good achievement. As for Winterfell, we have a million residents in the Dungeon. As a Dungeon Lord, I have already planned in detail...”

Just as Andrew was going to expound the details of his “Let Winterfell be great again” plan, he was interrupted by the reporter.

“Apologies, Dungeon Lord Andrew, my time is limited. I have to interview Lord Sherlock next. Please do not deviate from my questions. Is that alright?”

“Ah?”

“Good, next question, is Lord Sherlock...”

“Pom!”

The door was pushed open, and an Orc rushed in nervously and said, “Lord Andrew! Bad news!”

The Orc didn’t stop because of the reporter. He shouted, “Dungeon Lord Andrew! An Orc village was attacked by Ogres! Lord Sherlock is fighting the Ogres with his brave warriors!”

“What!”

Andrew stood up immediately. The eyes of the reporter lit up, and he indicated his intention to leave. He was going to obtain the Orc village’s location from the Orc later.

Seeing the leaving back view of the reporter, Andrew raised his hand slightly...

“Come and pay me a visit next time,” Andrew smiled and said to the reporter.

The Gnome nodded politely and hurried out.

Andrew looked grave. He turned to look at the agitated Orc and asked, “Which department is that? From where did you receive the news?”

“Dungeon Lord, it’s the Publicity Department!”

The Orc said excitedly, “I just received an anonymous letter. After checking it, an Orc did come to Winterfell to request aid.”

“Let me take a look at the letter,” Andrew extended his hand and said.

The Orc handed the letter to Andrew, who examined it. Then Andrew said, “Thank you for contributing to Winterfell. You may leave.”

“Dungeon Lord, it’s what I should be doing!” the Orc shouted excitedly before leaving.

Andrew threw a punch in the air. He gritted his teeth and finished the bloody chrysanthemum tea in one gulp. He was full of jealousy.

Why did Lord Sherlock help those Orcs? Why did his green-skinned creatures defeat the Ogres easily? Did Sherlock discover his plan and Michelangelo’s relic? Did the Ogres divulge the secret?

That was despicable! Why was Sherlock so lucky?

Andrew wasn’t resigned to fate, but he couldn’t do anything. He wouldn’t give up Michelangelo’s relic. However, Winterfell already knew about the attack on the Orc village. He couldn’t stand by and do nothing.

Though the situation was out of his expectation, Michelangelo’s secret wouldn’t be revealed to the public. He could make use of the Merchant Alliance’s power to pretend to help the Orcs and restrain Sherlock at the same time. This was a feasible plan!

Who was the sender of the anonymous letter?

Was it Lord Sherlock?

...

“Report? No, no, no. Why would I report on myself? I mean, I wouldn’t send out an anonymous letter. I’m indeed compassionate and will help the Orcs. I’m currently at the Orc village. It’s no longer an urgent matter. I don’t think it’s necessary to publish it in the papers.

“What? Must you report on this good deed? No, no, it’s nothing special!

“What? You’re feeling the desire to join us against the Ogres? Aiya, I know you detest Ogres, but going into battle is precarious. I don’t think it’s suitable for you.

“Don’t report it. Please don’t report it. Eh? Please listen to me...”

After his futile attempts, Sherlock sent the Gnome reporter off to the Adventurer’s Guild.

Then he went into deep thought.

“Is this Andrew’s conspiracy? Or is some other creature helping Andrew?” Bru asked.

“Lord Sherlock, there must be a conspiracy!”

“I know, something’s not right. The anonymous letter isn’t from us. I don’t think Andrew is putting on a show either, as he wouldn’t take the risk.”

Sherlock sighed and said, “Ai, we have already occupied the Orc village, and such a thing has to happen. Let the gamers inform Brainiac and see if they can transport Michelangelo’s relic away.”

“I understand, Lord Sherlock. I’ll give the orders to the gamers,” Bru said.

...

Transport away?

Brainiac looked at the huge chest in the pit and at the huge statue of a Devil beside the chest. He lowered his head and pondered.

“How can we transport such a large item?”

The gamer before Brainiac was very excited. He received his reward and immediately returned to the battlefield.

The fighting spirit of the green-skinned creatures was extraordinary.