Chapter 63: Welco Back
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Sherlock had to think carefully about the update contents, andnts of construction missions, and details of private lands.
Sherlock had experienced how the gars took advantage of a loophole. If any of his asures weren’t well thought out, the gars would do sothing astonishing.
Just like the Living Quarters that he had just seen. If a gar hadn’t ntioned combining land in order to build a house on the discussion forum and made him take a look, the whole outline of the house would have been built within ten days.
The gars would have used the tools for developing the Dungeon to build their house.
Sherlock spent so ti deliberating before announcing the addendum:
“One: Anded the private land construction issue. Gars are temporarily allowed to build level 2 and 3 above and below the ground. For each level, each gar is allowed two square ters at the cost of one silver coin. In the future, more land will be released for construction with the corresponding incrent in prices.
Two: Anded the daily construction mission conditions. Added services of weekly rental of tools through Simba.”
To prevent the gars from taking advantage of loopholes, Sherlock examined the addendum carefully before publishing it.
The gars were discussing the new version, Specter Legion, and complaining about how the offline maintenance took two days. After Sherlock published new updates, the gars comnted with excitent.
[Landlord Mo LiLi: What’s this? The gars discovered a BUG? Obtaining an additional tool by stalling a mission? Does the tool cause damage?]
[3rd Gen Euro-King Miracle: Gosh, I just learned that the Beta Gars created a building together, and now the ga officials are restricting it?]
[Cloud-hopping Fairy: Forum Administrator?]
[Ape Garden: Administrator, buck up.]
[Cloud gazer snow pile: Administrator, buck up.]
[Seafood Ice Shaver: Cut the repetition! ( ‘v`)]
...
On seeing most of the gars saying “Administrator, buck up”, Sherlock was relieved. He was pleased by this comnt.
Sherlock resud his official work after glancing at the workers constructing the portal.
“Civilization 6” starting! Next turn, begin!]
...
“Lord Sherlock! Lord Sherlock!”
When Bru’s voice sounded in Sherlock’s mind, he panicked and looked at Civilization 6’s information indicator that showed Sage Hero Gandhi dropping a nuclear bomb on him.
“Gandhi’s nuclear bomb again? He talked about peace in the diplomatic dialogue every ti. Was that a typographical error?”
Sherlock was feeling vexed when Bru said, “Lord Sherlock, the workers have finished their work. The workers’ leader is waiting for you outside the Dungeon Core Main Hall.”
“That fast? Two days have passed?” Sherlock was shocked and looked at the Next Turn button at the bottom right corner of the screen as he shook his head.
Sherlock saved his ga and shut it down.
A cloaked Lich with an emotionless Skeleton face waited outside the Dungeon Core Main Hall. Sherlock walked out of the hall, and the Lich bowed.
“Lord Sherlock, according to the contract, we have completed the Teleport Portal to Winterfell. We have also made adjustnts based on your requirent. There are two Teleport modes. The first one is using Winterfell as an interchange to arrive at the Specter College. The other one is a direct Teleport to Winterfell. Lord Sherlock, I’ll show you.”
Sherlock thanked the Lich and followed him to the seven-ter tall portal, which was tall enough for a Giant. Sherlock could also enter the portal comfortably. It was a bit too big for the Goblins. With the three-ter width, ten Goblins could enter at the sa ti.
The Teleport Portal foundation was situated in a newly excavated space, which would beco the Teleport Portal Reception Hall.
The ambitious Sherlock wouldn’t be satisfied with a single Teleport Portal, though there was only one in the Reception Hall. There were no surrounding walls or ornants, but it was temporary.
A month ago, Sherlock had just bought the Dungeon. Even the Dungeon Core was abandoned. He used a lot of effort to revive the core. Who would have expected him to have excavated that much space and constructed that many buildings within a month?
As a Devil, he had to have dreams.
To choose the portal mode, he had to change the direction of Mana. Hence, he didn’t have to worry about the gars changing the portal mode, going to Winterfell, and creating trouble.
Sherlock set the portal mode and transferred his Mana to activate the Teleport Portal. He walked through the portal that was covered with white-colored magical light and arrived at the Winterfell Teleport Portal Reception Hall.
There was peace and serenity, and there were no foul speaking receptionist Orcs.
Sherlock was in a one-hundred-square-ter room with nice decorations. Besides the portal, there were a few small tables, comfortable chairs, and a rack with a newspaper and magazines. Sherlock noticed a sexy Devil with goat horns and a long, slender tail on a magazine cover. The tail was placed in front and covered the crotch area. And the top two sensuous points were covered by a slanted newspaper.
Tsk.
Sherlock was annoyed and extended his hand towards the newspaper...
“Lord Sherlock, this Teleport Portal is directly connected to...” The previous Lich walked out from the portal, and his Skeleton head turned to the rack that was without a newspaper. He said to Sherlock, “The Winterfell VIP room. Lord Sherlock helped to solve our major problem. This is a small gift from our college.”
“This isn’t cheap? I’m very grateful.” Sherlock expressed his gratitude and put back the newspaper that had the words “Son of the Grand Duke, Alexandria, will be visiting Winterfell.”
The newspaper covered the alluring magazine cover.
“Lord Sherlock, would you like to visit Specter College?” the Lich asked, turning his head back with an expressionless Skeleton face.
“It’s not necessary. I’m busy with my Dungeon, and I visited the college a few years back.” Sherlock waved his hand as he replied.
Since Sherlock wasn’t going, the Lich kept quiet.
Since the Liches and workers had completed their work, they wouldn’t be staying in Eternal Kingdom. They weren’t worried about Professor Bacon, and one of the Liches said Professor Bacon would return on his own.
Sherlock bade farewell to the workers and sent them off. He then let Bru adjust the portal mode.
Then Bru said, “Lord Sherlock. Mufasa, Simba, and Moroes are back.”
Sherlock allowed them to enter. The Teleport Portal glimred with ripples of Mana, and two chatting and smiling Blackiron Dwarves walked out with many bags.
Moroes was behind them, and he was smiling rrily. The scars on his face weren’t that obvious.
The three of them bowed to Sherlock and returned to their rooms to pack up before starting work.
Mufasa noticed the pile of corpse-like Goblins in a corner. As he was about to say sothing, Simba dragged him off as he said, “Seems like the Devil Lord could no longer stand the Goblins. Hmm, I lost my sleep without the Goblins chattering beside ...”
Simba’s voice faded into the distance.
“Lord Sherlock, there’s ten more minutes before we resu service. Those gars are coming back. I’m looking forward to seeing their reaction on entering the Instance Dungeon,” Bru said with anticipation.
Sherlock nodded and discussed the issues of the new version with Bru.
Sherlock looked forward to the gars’ return, as well as their attempts to conquer the Instance Dungeon.
It implied his Magic Stones would increase continuously. Once a hundred gars perished, he would obtain another ten thousand Magic Stones.
If the gars were strong enough to survive, they would obtain good equipnt. This would satisfy their desire to improve their equipnt and their desire for new ways to play the ga. It would also save them a huge sum of money on improving equipnt. They could also exchange the equipnt for a large sum of coins.
With the continuous inflow of Magic Stones, it wouldn’t be long before he made a billion!
In the contract, Sherlock had to ensure the combatants were qualified. If the combatants were too weak and there were massive casualties, then he would be suspected of reaping profits from their deaths.
Sherlock felt that it wasn’t easy to be a Goblin dealer these days. It was indeed a period of mass poverty.
Sherlock felt that it was harder and harder to make money, and he missed the chattering gars.
Sherlock revealed a sinister grin when Arthur, one of the Goblins placed in the corner, opened his eyes.
Welco back, citizens of Eternal Kingdom.
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