Chapter 27: Don’t Be Frightened

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

Sherlock asked for a look at Nicholas’ trading goods.

The first items were the ten Hades Pickaxes from the Don’t Have the Most Expensive Stuff Blacksmith Shop. They could be used to mine Adamantine and cost five hundred Magic Stones. Sherlock did not have that many Magic Stones, so he planned to pay for it using the Adamantine Ores. He could also test the quality of the pickaxes in the process.

The Merchant Band brought along many items from both the Surface World and Underworld.

Sherlock took a bunched-up shroud that smelled like sunshine. Nicholas explained, “According to rumors, this is a shroud from the Surface Holy Lord, but we have not confirmed this. From the number of Holy incantations on the shroud, it can be deduced that this shroud was used by a Bishop or higher. If it was held by a Grand Priest, its Magical Properties would be greatly enhanced. Though it is of no interest to the Underworld, the elites of the Surface World are very interested in the shroud. If used as a blanket, it can make the person happy for the whole day. The price is not expensive. It’s only two thousand Magic Stones.”

“I don’t need it. I’m quite practical.”

Sherlock put down the shroud. He thought it was too expensive to be a leg washing rag. Were the elites that opulent?

The rag already cost two thousand Magic Stones. Sherlock did not look at the crown, swords and books from Monroe Institute as their prices would be astronomical. To a Devil, they were trash!

“Nicholas, your goods are pretty good. Are there goods suitable for servants of Dungeons?” Sherlock skipped the expensive goods and inquired.

“Suitable for servants? Yes, I have some…” Nicholas brought Sherlock to a large cart and said, “Lord Sherlock, these goods are suitable for servants, and the price is reasonable. Are there any goods that you find suitable?”

Sherlock found a few suitable goods. He did not require lots of items for the gamers to exchange as there were only a hundred gamers. As long as eighty gamers could exchange for the goods, it was sufficient. As for which goods to choose, it would depend on how many materials the Merchant Band could purchase.

“I find these pretty good. As for which ones, I’ll let my servants decide. I would like to find out whether you are willing to purchase materials from Underground Spiders, Killer Vines and Dire Wolves. If you do, how much can you purchase?” Sherlock asked.

“We are interested in those materials, but your Dungeon is newly developed. Shouldn’t you also need them? Wait, maybe I can understand. You must have purchased all these materials. We aren’t able to carry large quantities of those materials…” Nicholas was sure Sherlock was a wealthy Devil Lord as he had purchased the Dungeon, recruited a hundred Goblins for development and making equipment and even bought all these materials!

As the number of newly developed Dungeons increased, the prices of these basic materials were inflated. Sherlock had bought all of his required materials and now was able to sell off the excess. Sherlock’s Dungeon definitely had a certain combat strength. His servants were probably at the Gnome level, but only a Level 2 Dungeon could summon Gnomes. Maybe Sherlock had bought two Dungeons and combined them into a single Level 2 Dungeon! Then, Sherlock would have to arm the Gnomes, which would require lots of money. Sherlock’s Dungeon had only been around for less than half a month. Was the Eternal Kingdom not developing fast?

Scary! This Devil Lord Sherlock was terrifying! Nicholas was sure Sherlock was very rich!

“You can’t take a lot?” Sherlock was in a dilemma. His original plan had been to let the gamers exchange the basic materials for designated goods. If the merchants could only purchase a small amount, then he had to consider other options.

“No, we would like to purchase all the basic materials. If the quantity is large, we will have to depend on your servants to transport them back to our shop at Winterfell. Then, we can sell the basic materials in town. If you are willing to help, I’ll pay you ten Magic Stones,” Nicholas requested.

Sherlock understood the merchants’ difficulty. As merchants, they had to be efficient and could not afford to carry the basic materials that took up space and slowed them down. Sending these basic materials to a large market for wholesale was logical.

“Why don’t you use your Merchant Band’s laborers?” Sherlock was puzzled and asked.

“Dungeon Lord, my warehouse is very far. If the material quantity is large, the time taken would be long. The bodyguard servants are not cheap and cost more than ten Magic Stones for half a day. I don’t have powerful Mana to transport a large number of crew and materials. The cost would be astronomical. I’m willing to offer fifteen Magic Stones for your help.”

Sherlock smiled and patted Nicholas’ arm.

“Baron Nicolas, you’re too formal. We are like friends, so don’t talk about money. This is a simple task. Could the fifteen Magic Stones be used to offset the cost of the pickaxes?” Sherlock spoke cordially to Nicholas while leading the Merchant Band to the Eternal Kingdom. Sherlock also confirmed the prices of the basic materials and the designated merchant goods for his servants to barter.

When Sherlock brought Nicholas back to the Dungeon, the gamers had already discovered the smoky and dusty Merchant Band approaching the Dungeon.

Nobody trained or carried bricks as they gathered for the arrival of the Merchant Band. They were afraid of missing the activity plot.

“Lord Sherlock, your servants are very hospitable,” Nicholas commented as he noticed the peering Goblins at the Dungeon entrance. Nicholas and Sherlock were on the seats atop the front Beetlemon.

Besides the Goblins’ hospitality, what else could Nicholas say? If he said that the Goblins did not have discipline, would Sherlock not be embarrassed?

“They’re always like that. Hope that you won’t be shocked.” Sherlock was composed and did not appear embarrassed. The gamers had done far worse deeds. What was the big deal with just looking?

Nicholas was speechless. The Merchant Band arrived at the Dungeon entrance. Following Sherlock’s lead, the Merchant Band entered the Dungeon.

The Merchant Band consisted of many huge cargo carts pulled by gigantic Beetlemons, dark-skinned Orcs with large fangs wielding large hammers or swords, a group of sharp-nosed sharp-eared Gnomes, furry Werewolves and a Stitch!

The surrounding gamers exclaimed in shock.

“Holy cow!”

“Awesome!”

“Are we able to select those creatures? What’s that stitched monster?”

“How strong is the backing of this game? They can pass the censors?”

“Don’t think too much. It’s only in Beta Testing. The actual version will be censored.”

“I thought Underground Spiders were terrifying enough. Seeing them, Spiders are like little brothers.”

“Who said this game was boring? Can’t you see that there’s riding and transportation tools?”

“Awesome. Oh my God, tonight’s forum is going to explode!”

“The nuclear explosion already went off. NotWearingPants is posting now!”

Nicholas could not understand what the Goblins were saying. The language was the same, but the phrases were entirely different.

Sherlock, who was atop the Beetlemon, raised his hand and said, “Keep quiet, citizens of Eternal Kingdom. These are our guests. Please mind your manners.”

The gamers did not talk loudly, but their faces were aghast.

As the Merchant Band entered the Dungeon, Nicholas noticed that a few nearby Goblins were staring at the Beetlemons without blinking. While he was thinking that the Goblins were country bumpkins, a Goblin charged out and tried to climb onto a Beetlemon. His leap was not high enough as the size difference was too great, and he fell in front of the Beetlemon’s path!

“Pom!”

The front leg of the Beetlemon stepped on something and squished it.

Nicholas stood up and looked in shock below the Beetlemon. He had just entered the Dungeon, and his Beetlemon had squished one of Sherlock’s servants!

The face of Nicholas was as pale as a sheet. The polite Baron Nicholas could not help shouting, “S*it!”