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Gamers of the Underworld Chapter 150

Chapter 150 - Meeting

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“Please follow me, Lord Sherlock.”

The Werewolf bowed to Sherlock politely and led the group inside.

Winterfell was the most important financial hub of the Merchant Alliance in the Northern Area.

As the core government administrative center, the Winterfell Business Unit looked grand and majestic both inside and out.

From the tall arched windows, one could see the spacious dome and the vast blue Mana-simulated sky. Warm sunlight filtered in through the window lattices.

Every arch door, arch wall, and dome support had detailed sculptures. The ceiling painting of the war between the Devils and Angels could be seen everywhere. Whether it was the colorful sunroof or the patterned tiles, they exuded a grand aura.

When Sherlock entered the premises, his strong reaction was that they were rich!

“In Winterfell, Eternal Kingdom seems like a refugee slum…” Peasant, who was bearing the Eggface flag, commented.

For the Eggface flag, the gamers used half a day to create and produce it after Bru assigned the mission.

Though the material wasn’t of good quality, the draughtsmanship was superb.

“Is this your first time in Winterfell?” BurningChestHair said, “When we came last time, wasn’t this matter confirmed?”

Evelynn turned her head in surprise as a Houndhead Man and a Gnome described the Devil Lord’s Dungeon as a “Refugee Slum,” which was a derogatory term.

The creatures in the Dungeon were exhibiting strange behavior.

As a wanted criminal, with Sherlock’s encouragement and help, Evelynn used Mana to change her appearance so that she could attend the Dungeon Lord meeting.

The reason Sherlock brought along Evelynn was that she was the more presentable creature besides Brainiac and the Black Dragon. Moreover, Succubus was a high-class race. It was just that Evelynn’s capability wasn’t comparable to her race.

As for Arthur, NotWearingPants, Sylvanas, Peasant, and BurningChestHair, they were obedient, so they were allowed to come and make up the numbers. They could also help to carry the flag.

When choosing the five of them, they couldn’t be indicated directly as a lot of the gamers would be unhappy.

Using the method of placing the flag for a team of five gamers versus five gamers, they were chosen after a day of fighting.

The elite veteran gamers were superior in terms of equipment, combat experience, and connections. Perhaps there would be teams in the future that could challenge Arthur’s team, but currently, there were no such teams.

“Lord Sherlock, please take a rest here. Because we have to wait for other Dungeon Lords, the meeting and the banquet will be held tonight. Someone will come and inform you. As for your servants, I’ve arranged a side room for them.”

Sherlock said, “There’s no need for such formality. My servants shall stay together with me in this room.”

“As you wish, Lord Sherlock. Then the special services that we’ve arranged…”

“It’s not necessary.”

“I understand. Please take a rest.”

The Werewolf bowed to Sherlock and backed up two steps before turning and leaving.

“Humph, what an insolent servant. How dare they give such poor service! I’m the Dragon of Darkness, Master of the Devil’s Flame, and the all-knowing, powerful Dragon. They should have arranged a special, single lair for me!” Eggface said unhappily as he fluttered his wings and sat down on the only bed in the room.

“Is it like the lair in Eternal Kingdom Dungeon?” NotWearingPants asked.

“No, no, no. How can you say that’s a lair? The real Black Dragon’s Lair must have a chest of gold and precious stones…” Eggface started describing his imagination. The other gamers, Sylvanas, Peasant, NotWearingPants, and BurningChestHair, also joined in.

Arthur sat by the window and observed the outside scenery as he sharpened his Short Sword.

Lich Brainiac was by the table observing a painting of the Devil intensely.

Evelynn stood beside Sherlock and pinched her hands as she didn’t know what to do.

Sherlock sat in the chair and kept quiet.

One hour later.

Peasant and NotWearingPants were chatting with Eggface.

BurningChestHair had the word “Big” above his head as he lay on the bed with his eyes closed. He was most likely offline.

Arthur was by the window, and Sylvanas sat beside him.

Evelynn rested her hand on the table as she was tired of standing.

Brainiac stood at the doorway and looked at the room in a daze.

Sherlock sat in the chair and kept quiet.

Two hours later.

Peasant, NotWearingPants, Sylvanas, and BurningChestHair gathered to play poker cards. The poker cards were made from the torn wallpaper. Then they used their fresh blood to write the wordings and the diagrams.

Eggface squatted at the side and watched them play poker.

Arthur leaned on the wall and changed to a different posture.

Evelynn sat in the chair that Sherlock had sat in previously, looking nervously at Sherlock.

Sherlock chatted with Brainiac.

Three hours later.

Peasant, NotWearingPants, Sylvanas, and BurningChestHair continued playing poker.

Eggface, Evelynn, Arthur, and Sherlock started playing poker.

Brainiac stood behind Sherlock and pointed and gestured.

Four hours later.

The Werewolf official stood at the door and adjusted his tie. Then he lifted his white-gloved hand and knocked on the door.

“Lord Sherlock, I’m inviting you to the Banquet Hall to attend tonight’s meeting.”

A tall, slender Succubus opened the door.

Evelynn bowed nervously at the Werewolf official and gave way.

The Werewolf official’s acute sense of smell detected the thick scent of blood in the air.

He wriggled his nose and looked at the floor and walls stained with fresh blood.

He noticed a Gnome whose head had strange words and whose clothing had a gaping hole at the chest. The bedsheets thrown on the ground had the marks of a blood-stained sword.

Though the scene looked bloody and violent, everyone in the room looked normal and casual.

No, that Succubus was worried and afraid.

“Can we proceed?” Sherlock asked.

“Please, please follow me.”

The Werewolf official recovered from his daze and led Sherlock and his creatures to the Banquet Hall. At the same time, he informed the female Slime cleaner to tidy up the room.

Sherlock followed the Werewolf official and arrived at the entrance of the Banquet Hall.

As the Werewolf official was about to open the big door and lead them inside, a deep and sinister voice came from behind.

“Lord Sherlock, I didn’t expect you to receive an invitation.”

A Devil with an octopus head brought along twelve fully armed Werewolves who walked in sync.

“I heard Sherlock brought a Houndhead Man to attend the meeting. I thought that was a joke. So it’s true. After consideration, since Lord Sherlock is able to recruit a Black Dragon, having a Houndhead Man is understandable.”

The octopus-headed Devil had just finished speaking when NotWearingPants raised his hand and shouted, “Gosh! That Devil with the sh*tty face!”

“Tsk.” The octopus-headed Devil made a contemptuous snort, and the tentacles on his face waved in anger.

But he didn’t do anything to the unbridled NotWearingPants and calmed down very fast. He said, “Lord Sherlock, I hope you can teach your servant some manners. If he talks this way to another Dungeon Lord, it may cause unnecessary trouble.”

Sherlock looked at the octopus Devil without any emotion. Then he walked in front of NotWearingPants and faced the octopus Devil.

“For example?”

Gamers of the Underworld

Gamers of the Underworld

Dungeon Gamers, 地下城玩家
Score 8.6
Status: Completed Type: Author: , Released: 2019 Native Language: Chinese
Sherlock is a new generation Dungeon Lord whose ambition is to become the greatest Devil King and building up the greatest Dungeon in the Underworld. He summons a group of other-worldly goblins who give themselves strange names, form cliques, engage in commerce, and even fight among themselves. They call themselves—Gamers!

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