Chapter 152: Winterfell’s Crisis
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
“This feeling... is like the power source of the Dark King! The Almighty God’s initial creation...”
Eggface, who was stuck in the middle of the round table, shouted when he saw the pupils of the Huge Dragon.
Sherlock frowned and asked the gars behind him, “What is he talking about?”
Peasant, who was free of Sherlock’s restraint, said, “Eggface said that the Huge Dragon is his dad.”
“Why did Sherlie ask us questions? Are we in the Plot Animation too?” BurningChestHair asked NotWearingPants.
“The gar’s interactivity is 100% real. I’ve played for three months, and I’m not surprised,” NotWearingPants said calmly.
Nobody bothered with the chatting of a few Gnos and a Houndhead Man as there was a Huge Dragon around.
The large eyes blinked and went away. Suddenly, there was a booming sound.
A large wall of the eting Hall was pulled out from left to right by the Huge Dragon.
Everyone could clearly see the Huge Dragon outside the eting Hall.
A 100-ter long Huge Dragon, whose body was covered with black scales and who had a Lizard head that was grown with spikes around the silhouette. Compared to the rounded and plump Eggface, the Huge Dragon was a closer picture of malevolence and terror.
Outside the building, there were many terrified screams.
“Gosh... it’s ultra-realistic. It’s more aweso than watching the Dragons in ‘Ga of Thrones’...” Sylvanas looked at the Huge Dragon and said.
“Don’t ntion ‘Ga of Thrones’. It makes mad.” Though NotWearingPants was looking and taking screenshots of the Huge Dragon, he was babbling at a fast pace.
“Speaking of ‘Ga of Thrones’, do you know about the third season of ‘Westworld’?” BurningChestHair asked.
“Yes, I have the film source,” Arthur said.
“What are you talking about?” Peasant looked at the Huge Dragon and asked, puzzled.
The four Gnos and the Houndhead Man were chatting softly as they enjoyed the Plot Animation and the realistic modeling of the Huge Dragon.
Every creature was solemn and got ready to fight. The Orc and Werewolf servants of the Devil Lords were more or less fearful of the Huge Dragon. However, the five servants of Sherlock weren’t afraid.
Even if the others weren’t aware, it wasn’t difficult to see that.
As everyone looked back at Sherlock, he was sitting in his chair, looking composed.
“First, I have to clarify.” Sherlock crossed his legs and his palms, which he placed on his knees.
“How do you prove that this young Black Dragon is your child?”
“Kid.”
“Dad!”
Sherlock frowned when he saw the Huge Dragon and the small Dragon interacting intimately.
“Then I’ll clarify my stand. I didn’t steal your kid. Like I said, your child broke into my private gold vault and is serving his sentence in my Dungeon. This is his claw-printed repentance record.”
Sherlock took out a piece of paper. With the help of Mana, it floated towards the Huge Dragon.
“I know that our regulations are not binding to Huge Dragons. Let’s seek the opinion of the creature involved. Why don’t we ask the young Black Dragon?”
Eggface shrugged and flapped his wings as he shouted excitedly, “Ah! The ti is ripe! The evil Son of Darkness should return to the lap of the Void...”
Eggface was interrupted by two dry coughs of the Huge Dragon, who said loudly, “What nonsense. You’re a Black Dragon, a Black Dragon.”
Eggface was dumbfounded and pondered for a while. His claw patted on the Houndhead Man, Peasant, as he said, “Can you say the last bit again?”
“Ah?” Peasant was taken aback by Eggface’s question. He recovered quickly and said expressively, “The Void Legion is getting close. Terrifying calamity is befalling the entire world. Eggface, Master of Dark Flas, All-knowing Eternal Dragon, King of Houndhead n, we need your power! Please bestow the Houndhead n’s power! I’ll worship you forever! Is that good?”
“I’m not leaving with you, Dad.” Eggface looked determined at the Huge Dragon.
“What nonsense! Just because these Gnos are willing to be your servants, you want to stay at this place?” the Huge Dragon shouted in fury.
“Dad! I’ve grown up! I should have my own life! I want to establish my own legend! Let stay here! I’ll never tell Mom!” Eggface shouted loudly as tears welled up in his eyes.
The Huge Dragon was silent and looked gravely at Eggface. He inhaled heavily, and his nostrils emitted hot streams of air as he said, “In that case, there’s nothing I can do. You deserve to be punished for committing a cri. Don’t be discovered the next ti you steal from the gold vault. Take care of your safety. I’ll travel for a few years before coming to fetch you. Ai, I can’t do much when the kid’s grown up. Rember what you said. Don’t tell mommy, otherwise, I won’t let you co out and play. You’re called... Mr. Sherlock? Please take care of my kid. He’s a slow eater. Don’t hurry him. He’s afraid of loneliness and needs company. Accompanying him for 24 hours a day will suffice. I’m leaving. Be good, darling.”
The Huge Dragon flapped his wings, and the turbulent winds caused the eting Hall to beco chaotic. So of the creatures were unable to stand up.
The figure of the Huge Dragon receded into the distance before it vanished.
“Good, the issue of the young Black Dragon is settled. Are there any other matters?” Sherlock asked as he sat in his chair, pulled his windbreaker, and dusted his shoulders.
“There’s another small issue, Devils Lords!” Onionhead placed both his hands on the table and said gravely, “The rchant Alliance would like to use your power to solve an unprecedented crisis!”
...
Thirty minutes later, in the Winterfell Dungeon Lord office.
“Dungeon Lord, why didn’t you make Eternal Kingdom compensate us for our losses? The Dungeon Lord already suggested making so token compensation.” The elderly Orc placed a cup of hot, steaming, and bubbling Flaming Mud on the table in front of Onionhead.
“The son of the Grand Duke, Alexandria, ntioned things about Lord Sherlock to . Though I’m not sure of their relationship, using this opportunity to befriend Lord Sherlock is a wise choice. The main point is...”
Onionhead sat in his chair and sipped the Flaming Mud. Then he said in a low voice, “Most of the Devils were fearful of the Dragon Aura, but his Gnos and Houndhead Man were not afraid at all. That Devil Lord’s not simple.”
Onionhead narrowed his eyes and said, “Winterfell is going through a difficult ti. We’re friendly towards him because it might be easier to obtain his help in the future. Especially shady transactions that must stay hidden.”
“I understand, Dungeon Lord,” the elderly Orc replied and nodded.
...
In the Ancient Ruins No. 85 Archaeology Section Office.
“Mr. Sherlock, you’re late. The eting has concluded.”
Beast held his cup of Sleeping Worm red tea and frowned as he looked at Sherlock, who had just arrived.
“I know. I’m here to confirm a matter.”
Sherlock walked to the front of Beast’s table and noticed a pile of docunts. He picked up a copy and asked, “Is this today’s Archaeology eting report? So the problem’s real?”
Beast nodded gravely.
“I understand.”
Sherlock took the docunt and walked out of the office. His servants were waiting for him outside.
The docunts that Sherlock held in his hand had the black words, “Ancient Ruins No. 85 Archaeology Records: Murmurs of the Ancient Gods.”
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