Chapter 63: Welcome Back

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Atlas Studios

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Sherlock had to think carefully about the update contents, amendments of construction missions, and details of private lands.

Sherlock had experienced how the gamers took advantage of a loophole. If any of his measures weren’t well thought out, the gamers would do something astonis.h.i.+ng.

Just like the Living Quarters that he had just seen. If a gamer hadn’t mentioned 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 gamers would have used the tools for developing the Dungeon to build their house.

Sherlock spent some time deliberating before announcing the addendum:

“One: Amended the private land construction issue. Gamers are temporarily allowed to build level 2 and 3 above and below the ground. For each level, each gamer is allowed two square meters at the cost of one silver coin. In the future, more land will be released for construction with the corresponding increment in prices.

Two: Amended the daily construction mission conditions. Added services of weekly rental of tools through Simba.”

To prevent the gamers from taking advantage of loopholes, Sherlock examined the addendum carefully before publis.h.i.+ng it.

The gamers were discussing the new version, Specter Legion, and complaining about how the offline maintenance took two days. After Sherlock published new updates, the gamers commented with excitement.

[Landlord Mo LiLi: What’s this? The gamers 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 Gamers created a building together, and now the game 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 repet.i.tion! ( ‘v`)]

…

On seeing most of the gamers saying “Administrator, buck up”, Sherlock was relieved. He was pleased by this comment.

Sherlock resumed his official work after glancing at the workers constructing the portal.

“Civilization 6” starting! Next turn, begin!]

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“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 time. 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 pa.s.sed?” Sherlock was shocked and looked at the Next Turn b.u.t.ton at the bottom right corner of the screen as he shook his head.

Sherlock saved his game 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 adjustments based on your requirement. 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-meter 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-meter width, ten Goblins could enter at the same time.

The Teleport Portal foundation was situated in a newly excavated s.p.a.ce, which would become 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 ornaments, 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 s.p.a.ce 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 gamers 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-meter 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 s.e.xy 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 grat.i.tude 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 glimmered with ripples of Mana, and two chatting and smiling Blackiron Dwarves walked out with many bags.

Moroes was behind them, and he was smiling merrily. 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 something, 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 me…”

Simba’s voice faded into the distance.

“Lord Sherlock, there’s ten more minutes before we resume service. Those gamers are coming back. I’m looking forward to seeing their reaction on entering the Instance Dungeon,” Bru said with antic.i.p.ation.

Sherlock nodded and discussed the issues of the new version with Bru.

Sherlock looked forward to the gamers’ return, as well as their attempts to conquer the Instance Dungeon.

It implied his Magic Stones would increase continuously. Once a hundred gamers perished, he would obtain another ten thousand Magic Stones.

If the gamers were strong enough to survive, they would obtain good equipment. This would satisfy their desire to improve their equipment and their desire for new ways to play the game. It would also save them a huge sum of money on improving equipment. They could also exchange the equipment 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 ma.s.sive 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 ma.s.s poverty.

Sherlock felt that it was harder and harder to make money, and he missed the chattering gamers.

Sherlock revealed a sinister grin when Arthur, one of the Goblins placed in the corner, opened his eyes.

Welcome back, citizens of Eternal Kingdom.