Chapter 406: Patrick Star’s Report of the Black Volcano
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
“He’s the rcenary Captain, Black Cat Captain Polio, whom I ntioned to you before.”
Sherlock introduced Polio, who was on the table. Behind Sherlock were Brainiac and Eggface.
“Greetings, I’m Nobody Has This Na’s Captain, Black Kitten Polio, ow.”
The black kitten had a small waistcoat. It wasn’t known when he had prepared his waistcoat.
Nicholas glanced at Sherlock to ensure that he wasn’t being pranked, then shook Polio’s paw and said, “Greetings... Captain of Nobody Has This Na...”
Nicholas conveniently tried to forget the na. He could see the tough character of Polio, but the rcenary group’s na was strange.
“The na isn’t important. The important thing is that the rcenary group can help you retrieve your item and investigate the reason for the destruction of the Dungeon Core.”
Nicholas quickly explained, “No, no, no, Lord Sherlock, the Dungeon Core hasn’t been confird destroyed.”
“Oh, of course. This is a small probability. To increase the probability of success, I’m sending my best Lich, Brainiac, to be the technical advisor. My capable assistant, Master of the Dark Flas, Eggface, will be Polio’s Logistics Officer. Don’t worry, Nicholas, just wait for our good news.”
Nicholas took out his seal and imprinted it on the contract to employ Nobody Has This Na.
“I’m depending on you, Black Cat Captain!”
...
“Lava was spurting out of a distant Black Volcano like an abandoned red cauliflower...”
Patrick Star sat in a teahouse in a small town not far from the foot of the Black Volcano as he wrote the latest draft of his news article.
After reporting on the Dungeon War between Eternal Kingdom and Morgan, he had beco the top reporter of the Winterfell press.
The most important thing was that Patrick Star understood the aning of his life, which was to obtain the most unusual pieces of news.
Helping an old granny across the road, clearing the clogs in toilet bowls, the reared old chicken dying, and traffic jams weren’t news, not according to Patrick Star!
For example, Patrick Star wasn’t interested in reporting the news of not helping an old granny cross the road.
When he learned of Winterfell’s crisis from a secret channel—that Winterfell had a deal with a Northern Dukedom and the rchant Band was annihilated at the Black Volcano due to so special reasons—he rushed over. Thanks to the advanced technology of the Teleport Portal, he only spent a day traveling from the edge of the Northern Underworld, Winterfell, to the middle of the Northern Underworld, the Black Volcano.
Over here, he received many pieces of news.
“Have you heard about it? The volcano is erupting these days. It’s scary. Who will excavate the clay to eat?”
“What? Who dares to excavate clay while it’s erupting? The clay is polluted by the volcano. Aren’t they afraid of death?”
“He’s thinking of ending his life. The last I heard, his wife had an affair with a Goblin.”
“Ai, he’s pitiful. He’s only known his wife for five years. If he dies, his eight-year-old child won’t have a dad.”
Similar conversations were heard in the teahouse.
While Patrick Star was writing his report, a Werewolf, who was the boss of the teahouse, wiped the bar counter. Then, he slung the towel over his shoulder and asked Patrick Star, “You aren’t here for a tour of the Black Volcano?”
“Hmm, how did you know?”
Patrick Star was wary. The Werewolf smiled and showed his sharp teeth. Then, he said, “It’s the volcano’s eruption period. Besides the suicidal and those looking for a free tour, nobody cos here. Their ntal states are different from yours. I’ve worked here for tens of years, so there’s nothing here that escapes my eyes.”
“Really? Can I interview you? I’m a Winterfell reporter. This is my reporter pass.”
The eyes of Patrick Star lit up. He took out his employnt pass for the Werewolf to take a look.
“Oh, a reporter! We welco reporters,” the Werewolf exclaid happily. He took out a wooden signboard with the words:
“Teahouse information outlet. Please feel free to ask questions at one Magic Stone per question.”
There was a line of fine print:
“I’m only providing information as a teahouse boss. I’m not an oracle.”
There was another line of even finer print:
“I may not be able to answer extrely hard questions.”
The last row of fine print was almost illegible:
“All explanation rights belong to the teahouse.”
Patrick Star paid one Magic Stone and asked in anticipation, “Two months ago, during the volcano’s dormant period, did a large rchant Band co through here? What happened to them?”
“You have asked two questions.”
Patrick Star paid another Magic Stone. The boss put away the Magic Stone quickly and said, “For the first question, I don’t know. For the second question, I don’t know.”
“You don’t know?” Patrick Star raised his voice and said, “Are you fooling ?”
The boss tapped on the wooden signboard.
Patrick Star paid a Magic Stone and asked, “Did you notice any suspicious creatures?”
The boss pointed at Patrick Star, who slapped the Werewolf’s finger furiously. He threw out another Magic Stone and asked, “What else do you know? Tell all the juicy news!”
“A 5,000 mber group is coming to our small town for a free tour. They booked a small piece of land outside the small town. They don’t intend to stay in our town. There will always be creatures who don’t like sleeping in houses. I can’t understand why they prefer to sleep in sleeping bags. They are climbing the Black Volcano. I think they are all going to die.”
The Werewolf intended to leave, but Patrick Star pulled him back and asked, “Wait, a 5,000 mber tour group? Where did they co from?”
“From the famous Eternal Kingdom!”
...
The conflict between the Pioneer Alliance and Changan City escalated. They roped in other small Guilds as helpers. Almost all of the gars of Eternal Kingdom were involved in this conflict.
Dragon Raja and the at Vegetable Rice Alliance Guilds were knee-deep in their own conflict and didn’t have the spare ti to be involved in other Guild Wars. Dragon Raja and the at Vegetable Rice Alliance were on the side of the Pioneer Alliance. However, it was impossible for Dragon Raja and the at Vegetable Rice Alliance to form an alliance and help the Pioneer Alliance, so they decided not to get involved.
The conflict was reaching a boiling point. Besides the safety zone in the Dungeon, the Guild mbers were killing each other in other locations. The fiercest fighting took place outside the entrance of the Instance Dungeon.
The outpost at the crossroad intersection, as well as the Marsh Inkspewer Town, were safety zones.
At the entrance of the Specter College Instance Dungeon, both Guilds were involved in an epic battle.
Raintea was behind the team formation, continuously using her Healing Mana Skills to heal her team mbers.
“Raintea! Retreat! We can’t fend them off any longer!”
A group of gars charged at Raintea and shouted, pulling Raintea to the entrance of the Instance Dungeon.
A few gars pulled Raintea into the Instance Dungeon. As for the other gars, they didn’t enter the Instance Dungeon because they perished outside.
The Pioneer Alliance couldn’t possibly win every engagent. Sotis, their smaller groups would encounter larger enemy groups.
They escaped into the Instance Dungeon after gaining long periods of combat experience.
The loot of dead gars could be exchanged by enemy gars for rewards. They could also take one of the pieces of equipnt for themselves. The only exceptions were the Purple and Orange Legendary equipnt.
If the gars were to perish in the Instance Dungeon, their equipnt would appear in Eternal Kingdom the next day. The gars only had to pay a small price to redeem the equipnt.
Therefore, it was better to die in the Instance Dungeon!
Raintea and the other gars put down their equipnt neatly at the Instance Dungeon entrance. They then proceeded into the depths of the Instance Dungeon so that they could be killed by the monsters.
These incidences beca more common, and the Specter College was troubled. The graduating students couldn’t graduate by winning against these suicidal gars, as the invigilator would invalidate the win. In the end, the examination candidates had to retake the examination.
Though it wasn’t the first ti Raintea had died, she was still apprehensive about dying. The ga was too realistic, so it was normal for the timid Raintea to feel fearful.
The other gars smiled happily while they perished.
In the blinking of an eye, Raintea had returned to Eternal Kingdom.
Their Guild mbers saw them appear at the Revival Point and asked them about the situation. Seeing their concern, Raintea smiled contentedly. They were surrounded by the enemy, then they died together. These were experiences that Raintea never had before.
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