Chapter 91: Gars’ New Discovery
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
The green stone slabs glimred with gray light after being illuminated by magical road lamps.
The frightening shadows on the ground mimicked the frightened rat that scurried across the street.
In Winterfell, the peace-loving Underworld inhabitants extinguished their magical lamps, kissed their family mbers’ foreheads, and enjoyed the peace of the night...
Barbecue slls, various strange slls, and rowdiness pervaded the Underworld’s nightlife.
“Kebab! Kebab! Fresh Worm Kebab! With clay flavor! You don’t have to pay if it’s not tasty!”
“Can it be cheaper? It’s for Stitches. Can you reduce the price? It’s not for eating, it’s for stitching on his body.”
“Handso lad~ co~ our learning materials are interesting~ co and learn~”
“No, no, it’s harmful to the body.”
The magical lamps illuminated both sides of the street that were filled with various stalls. Gnos, Werewolves, Orcs, and other strange Underworld creatures strolled by. The stall keepers were selling censored rchandise.
“Oolalalalala~!”
A Gno with a punk hairstyle rode on a multi-colored bird and shouted in a shrill voice as he traveled on the chaotic street.
An Orc who rode on a young Beetlemon also yelled, “Oolaoolaoola~!” The Orc rider was chasing after the Gno rider.
Their reckless behavior invited curses from the crowd.
An old Orc jumped up and threw a bottle at both young riders as he scolded, “Young lads nowadays! No speed at all! Slow as dogsh*t! I used to race with Beetlemons at Bright Autumn Pit and negotiated the bends without damaging my cargo of Slis. The Gnos were tailing all the way! You’re trash!”
After he finished scolding, the old Orc trembled as he walked back into his shop and said to a young Orc, “Tuotu! Deliver the Slis!”
A tall built figure that was draped in a black cloak passed through the crowd. He walked past the old Orc and sat down in his shop. Then, he raised his hand and said in a hoarse voice, “A plate of Sli mucus.”
The old Orc went to the kitchen and ca out with a plate containing a small, trembling Sli that was looking around wide-eyed. He poked a straw skilfully into the belly of the Sli.
The little Sli closed its eyes and emitted cute sounds.
“Moo Yee!”
The dark figure lowered his head and gazed at the cute Sli.
“That’s how we drink in our shop. Don’t finish the mucus. Leave about half. He will grow back after I add so water,” a young Orc nad Tuotu explained.
The tall figure nodded and extended his gloved hand to pinch the straw as he leaned forward. He sucked like a tornado.
The little Sli was stretched and distorted by the trendous force. Half of the mucus was finished, but he continued sucking.
“No—!”
The Sli gave a shrill scream and extended a hand to extract the straw. He jumped up and punched his sticky fist at the tall figure.
His voice was no longer cute. Instead, he said furiously, “D*mn you, can’t you understand common Underworld language? D*mn you, I was almost sucked dry. I’m quitting. I’m unable to do this job. I’m always eting country bumpkins like you.”
The Sli jumped off the table and ran to the kitchen. Argunts and loud banging sounds were heard.
The little Sli dragged a small piece of luggage as he walked outside. As he passed by the tall figure, he spat at him violently.
“Ke— Pui!”
Then he scolded furiously as he left.
As the Sli left, Sherlock, who was wearing a windbreaker, walked by the Sli. Sherlock turned to look at the mysterious tall figure sitting in the shop.
He walked over and sat opposite the tall figure.
“It has been a long ti since we last t.”
Sherlock said directly, “Why are we eting here? I thought we would be eting in Winterfell’s tallest tower or an empty alley.”
“Lord Sherlock.” The figure hidden within the cloak spoke in a hoarse voice. He turned his head, and the hidden face was directed at Sherlock before he continued speaking.
“I’m here to convey a ssage.”
Sherlock frowned and waited for him to continue.
The tall figure remained silent. They gazed at each other for a few seconds before Sherlock raised his hand and invited him to continue.
“Continue. What did he say?”
“I am the past, the present, and the future glory. I am the summoning of Hades, the opposer of the Eternal Oracle. Use the Sacred Teachings to fend off the Heavenly Bla, and leave the Kingdom of Heaven towards...” The tall figure spoke in a hoarse but poetic voice.
Before he finished, Sherlock lifted his hand and flung away the cloak of the tall figure.
There were three alternate white and black hamsters stacked on each other.
The topmost hamster pinched his own throat to produce the hoarse voice. As the cloak was unveiled abruptly, the voice ca to a stop. He stared wide-eyed at Sherlock.
The middle hamster hugged a large fruit and placed it underneath his large teeth as he gnawed on it and filled up his cheeks. After the cloak was unveiled, he was stunned, and his chewing ca to a halt as he stared at Sherlock.
As for the bottommost hamster, his two legs were trembling, and his eyes were closed. He didn’t know how long he was going to last.
“Enough of the nonsense. Get straight to the point. Who is the person, and what is the ssage?” Sherlock asked.
The top two hamsters jumped down to their right, and the three hamsters gathered together. Then they sat down from left to right consecutively.
The rightmost hamster spoke in a voice that sounded as though he had breathed in helium. “Lord Sherlock, let us inquire about why you disappeared.”
The middle hamster put down his fruit and said in the sa voice, “What are you doing recently? You’ve established a Dungeon?”
The leftmost hamster said, “Sli mucus? Wasn’t it agreed upon that I would take a little?”
Sherlock folded his arms and pondered before saying, “Please bring a ssage back that I have not disappeared. I’m doing so preparation. I didn’t establish a Dungeon. Why would I do that?”
Sherlock spread out his hands and looked innocent.
The leftmost hamster took so docunts out from his back. They had the words “Lord Sherlock’s Investigation Report” on them. He slapped his paws on the table and asked, “Really? We have proof here. We found your na and Mana traces on the contracts of several shops. Don’t Have the Most Expensive Stuff, Only Have the Most Expensive, and Secret Garden.”
The other two hamsters slapped on the table and said simultaneously, “That’s right!”
“Pom, pom, pom.”
Sherlock knocked on the hamsters’ heads quickly using his knuckles. He took the investigation report and walked out of the shop.
The three hamsters looked at each other.
“What are we doing here?”
“Who are you?”
“Where’s my Sli mucus?”
Sherlock vanished into the crowd.
“Your enemy? Or your childhood friend? Destiny lover? The person must be a female to have such cute pets. Wah, Lord Sherlock, I am noticing that your history is pretty exciting.” Bru’s voice appeared beside Sherlock’s ear.
Why do you think that I have a relationship with a female?
Sherlock said, “Keep it a secret. I’m leaving for a day. Take care of Eternal Kingdom and the gars. Do not bother unless there are special cases. If there are problems with the gars, let Brainiac handle them. Make use of the missions to appease them. Are you good?”
“No problem, Lord Sherlock.”
...
Brainiac stood in his room. In front of him was an endless stream of Goblins requesting healing and revival.
The Goblins were extrely excited.
Those botherso Goblins had been harassing him by touching him and ransacking his luggage for the past few days.
Today, there were only a few of them.
Most of them were busy. They brought their comrades’ corpses and their own injuries for healing and revival. After leaving, there would be another batch of Goblins requesting help.
So Goblins would shout outside.
“Gather! Gather! The third wave of the expedition into the Houndhead n’s lair! Gather quickly! The Beetlemon will set off in ten minutes!”
“Shucks! The Beetlemon isn’t running? Is it hungry? Who has Spider at with clay? Feed the Beetlemon! Mine’s finished!”
“Wait for , I’m going for a quick al! Give ten minutes, wait for !”
“When we engage the Houndhead n, morize the skills of our enemy. Whoever is in the wrong position will not be in the next expedition. Don’t sabotage our expedition!”
“Aweso, you have found the Houndhead n’s lair?”
...
Brainiac frowned. What were those Goblins doing?
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