Chapter 257: Invitation Letter
“They are developing their own Plots. To be more precise, they thought they discovered the leads of a Plot, and they are searching for more information,” Bru replied quickly.
“Why don’t they put more effort into carrying bricks, working in the factory, challenging the Instance Dungeon, or fighting in the Gladiator Arena instead of interfering with Samael’s conspiracy? Even if Samael swallows Winterfell entirely, what has it got to do with them?”
Sherlock said with exhaustion, “I’m overwheld with many things. Can’t these gars be more considerate?”
“Though they are human tools, they have ideals and ambitions. Between Daily Missions and Hidden Missions, they prefer Hidden Missions. Don’t be pessimistic, Lord Sherlock. Aren’t a quarter of the gars fighting in the Instance Dungeon diligently and working towards the grand vision of Lord Sherlock?”
Bru consoled Sherlock and said, “Once the Third Beta Testing comnces, there will be more gars. We don’t have to worry.”
Sherlock nodded in agreent.
The door of the Dungeon Lord Main Hall was opened. A small Black Dragon walked in and said to a Gno gar beside him, “Continue to publicize more. We have to let the old district residents know that the relocation is for them to have a better future. We will compensate them for the relocation. Just give them the IOUs. Since when did I, Eggface, swindle anyone? Get a good designer for the construction of Black Dragon Investnt Private Limited. Include a Black Dragon treasure nest. The design must be nice. Make it look more impressive than the Eternal Kingdom Adventurer’s Guild.”
The gar held a notebook and said awkwardly, “We can’t delay the relocation of the poor residents of the old district. I’m attending the Guild’s activity and challenging the Instance Dungeon tonight.”
“I know you’re busy, but my company is an important task. It can’t be delayed. This is a Hidden Mission. I’ll reward you with Black Dragon’s blessings after it’s completed. Hurry.”
The Gno perked up upon hearing about the Hidden Mission and reward. He spun around and left.
Eggface had mastered the correct thod of communicating with the gars by using the mission as the motivation. Eggface walked towards the shelf that held bloody chrysanthemum tea.
“I feel that ever since Lord Sherlock let Eggface beco the Winterfell tycoon, his behavior has beco weird. Indeed, a creature’s naivety and imagination make it easier for him to imrse in his chosen role,” Bru said as Eggface brewed bloody chrysanthemum tea for himself.
“Eggface.” Sherlock didn’t respond to Bru. Instead, he looked at Eggface and shouted at him.
“Please call CEO Eggface.” Eggface held his cup of tea and turned around gracefully as he lifted his chin proudly and said, “I have a complete plan for developing the old district. Those Gnos, Goblins, and Houndhead n may look silly, but they are talented in business. After controlling the old district, I’m going to set up a large scale feet-washing chain. All the citizens of Eternal Kingdom will work for .”
While Eggface was expounding his fantasy, Sherlock walked over and grabbed his wings. He put Eggface’s cup on the table and looked at Eggface’s huge innocent eyes. Sherlock said, “Eggface, I admire your imrsive performance, but your developnt plan for the old district isn’t necessary. I have other plans in mind.”
“I understand, Lord Sherlock.” After Eggface was lifted up, he beca self-conscious and spoke in an aggrieved tone.
Sherlock intended to reprimand Eggface, but upon seeing his puppy face, he didn’t say anything. He put Eggface down and patted the back of Eggface’s head.
“Go out and play.”
“Si loo loo” Sherlock drank the bloody chrysanthemum tea in front of Eggface.
Eggface walked out reluctantly as he glanced at the cup of bloody chrysanthemum tea in Sherlock’s hand.
The shouting of the gars was heard coming from outside the Dungeon Lord Main Hall.
“Eggface! A family refuses to relocate. What shall we do?”
“Don’t call Eggface, call CEO Eggface. Not willing to relocate? What are they not satisfied with? This group of difficult residents...”
The voices receded.
“Lord Sherlock, your choice of making Eggface the spokesman was excellent. With Eggface’s rich imagination, he’s fully imrsed in his role as a tycoon.”
Bru praised Sherlock and asked, “Lord Sherlock, what do you intend to do with the old district? I feel that the feet-washing chain is a good idea. We can also provide special services with so hints. The mbership card will be 50,000 Magic Stones. Thai Massage will be an attractive item!”
“Then the Garrison Guard will accuse you of fraudulent advertisent after not providing special services. They may even impound the old district using illegal business as a reason.”
Bru sighed and said, “Lord Sherlock, you are wise.”
“Let’s not discuss this issue. For the Samael matter, use your missions to direct the gars.”
Bru said, “I understand. I’ll divert the gars from investigating the infectious disease.”
“No, I’m not stopping their investigation. Use missions to direct them so that they won’t barge into the hospital and attract the attention of the Garrison Guards,” Sherlock said.
“I don’t mind the gars developing Plots. In fact, it’s pretty good that they’re reducing my workload. But they have to remain discreet.”
“I understand. Lord Sherlock is very wise,” Bru complinted Sherlock and then kept quiet.
The Dungeon Core burst into flas, and a letter was thrown out. The words in the letter were:
“To Eternal Kingdom Dungeon Lord Sherlock—Northern Underground World Gladiator Arena’s invitation letter”
“Respectable Lord Sherlock:
Greetings, this is an invitation letter from the Northern Underground World Gladiator Arena.
We would like to sincerely invite you to be one of our technical shareholders and to watch the premiere of the Sole Survivor Tournant. We hope that Lord Sherlock will attend our event.
Love from the Northern Underground World Gladiator Arena.”
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