Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
âThough I donât know what happened, the Succubus encountered trouble. If she hadnât sold this Dungeon to Lord Sherlock, we wouldnât have the chance to meet.â
Bru was full of feelings as he said, âSo we pay Evelynn the five Magic Stones that we owe her and break all relationships with her, Lord Sherlock.â
âYour suggestion is constructive, but since when did I owe Evelynn five Magic Stones?â Sherlock put down the letter and asked.
âThe last time you investigated Brainiacâs resume, Evelynn helped to check the background records. That was the handling fee, Lord Sherlock.â
Sherlock recalled the incident. The word âowedâ didnât exist in his mind.
What was the spelling for the word?
âLetâs put aside the five Magic Stones. Itâs interesting that she indicated Lord Sherlock as her bail guarantor.â Bru smiled and said, âAccording to my years of experience watching idol dramas, Evelynn likes Lord Sherlock.â
âBru, do I appear a repulsive Devil who likes to kill?â Sherlock asked calmly.
âNo, Lord Sherlock is the most orderly Devil that I have ever met. As for appearances, itâs not important to superior Devils,â Bru said honestly.
âThen why do you always think that Iâm popular with the Underworld female creatures?â Sherlock spread out his hands and asked.
âI canât think of anything to rebuke. Perhaps she was in a bad state and couldnât find anyone else to help her except Lord Sherlock.â
Bru recalled something and quickly said, âWait, did she use Lord Sherlock as a spare tire? Wah, Iâm feeling disgust for her. Those who are in contempt of Lord Sherlock have to be punished.â
âThough your expression of loyalty is unrefined, Iâm still happy. You have finally believed that Evelynn doesnât like me.â Sherlock stood up and starting changing clothes.
âWith her character, she wouldnât look for a spare tire. If she had such capability, she wouldnât have to change to progressively worse jobs. What does Lord Sherlock intend to do? Do we burn this letter and blacklist the mailing address?â
âNo.â Sherlock changed into his formal clothes with his original black windbreaker.
âThough weâre not close, since she requested my help, sheâs probably at her witsâ end. My conscience tells me I should help her. Tsk, my kindness is the greatest shame of a Devil.â
âWhat youâve said is convincing. What does Lord Sherlock intend to do? Do you intend to give her a big gift? A contract for selling her soul?â Bru asked jovially.
âI donât quite understand what youâre saying.â Sherlock put on his tall hat and took out his cane.
âIâll get her out first.â
Sherlock opened the Dungeon Lord Main Hallâs door and walked out.
âGosh! Sherlieâs secretly changed his style! Why is he so suave!â
âAh, Iâm dying of love sickness!â
âMy eyes, my eyes. Why is the NPC so handsome while the gamers are ugly Goblins?â
âLord Sherlockâs my hubby!â
âWait, Iâll mold my Goblin to look like Sherlie. I donât believe I canât do it.â
âWaaaa-!â
âD*mn! Itâs you again! Why are you shouting?â
...
As usual, it was a busy day in the Winterfell Garrison Guard Station.
âI want all the information on this case now, this instant, immediately!â
âBe honest! Are you the one whoâs selling learning materials to students? Youâre learning to commit crimes at such a young age! Call the parents!â
âIâm telling you formally. If you divulge where you obtained the knowledge âNatural Biologyâ and âSurface World Chemistryâ contained within this round Adamantine rock, Iâll consider reducing your sentence of a hundred years by a year.â
âCaptain, my kid canât possibly be at a mass learning. Heâs obedient and listens to the teacher to perm his bald hair and tattoo himself. He even gets the Uranium stick for the principal and kowtows to evil forces. How can he attend mass learning? It must be a mistake!â
...
Evelynn grasped her fists as she supported them on her closed knees. She pursed her lips as she sat in a chair and looked around nervously. The simulated sky outside had dimmed, and the red hot sun was setting. It was a stark contrast to the chaotic situation in the Garrison Guard Station.
She was sitting in the Garrison Guard Station for half a day.
The three Hamsters that got her into trouble werenât sent here.
They were immediately sent out of Winterfell by the Beetlemon. Evelynn saw that and asked the Garrison Guard worriedly, who replied, âArson and jailbreak and, most importantly, being buskers on the streets without a license. They were sent for execution immediately. Ai, they should have helped us save some arrows.â
Evelynn didnât dare to probe further.
She didnât expect the cute Hamsters to do such terrible things. Looks could be deceiving.
Evelynn thought that after recording down her statement, she could leave.
Perhaps she could even arrive at work on time without a penalty to her diligence reward.
But her hopes were dashed.
When she was sent to the Garrison Guard Station, a Gnome in a loose waistcoat asked her related questions and recorded her statement.
After an hour of questioning, she was pronounced guilty.
Then, she tried to find all her contacts who could help her post bail.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
From friends, classmates, and colleagues to neighbors since young. Nobody was willing to post bail or be her guarantor. All her relationships with them were in vain.
In reality, these relationships were useless in most situations.
After sitting in the Garrison Guard Station for a day, Evelynn was losing hope.
âIt seems like nobodyâs posting bail for you,â the Gnome said to Evelynn and stood up.
âFollow me. Prepare to stay in prison for a long time.â
âWait, wait a moment, Iâm really innocent!â Evelynn struggled for the last time.
âEveryone says that.â The Gnome looked like he was used to such stuff.
He took out the chains and handcuffs, intending to restrain Evelynn with them.
Evelynn lowered her head. She could almost envision her prison life.
She had just graduated and was without a stable job. And now she met with such misfortune. Perhaps she might encounter the three despicable Hamsters.
At this thought, she had the urge to bawl.
Who is coming...
Who is coming... to help me...
Evelynn shed a tear of agony.
Who is coming to bail me outâ!
âApologies, I hope Iâm not too late.â
Just when Evelynnâs wrists were feeling the coldness of the handcuffs, a tall figure with a pair of folded wings and a black windbreaker appeared before her.
His black leather shoes were perfectly clean, and his long pants were without creases. His hands, which were covered by white velvet gloves, were crossed as they held onto a gray wooden cane. The white shirt was all buttoned up. He had a striped tie, and its end was tucked into the waistcoat.
The Devil was stylishly dressed.
Sherlock held his cane as he removed his tall black hat. His hair was messy, but he appeared suave.
His black pupils reflected the image of Evelynn, who was about to bawl.
Sherlock placed his tall hat on his arm and smiled gently.
âIâm leaving with her, Garrison Guard.â