“They are developing their own Plots. To be more precise, they thought they discovered the leads of a Plot, and they are searching for more information,” Bru replied quickly.

  “Why don’t they put more effort into carrying bricks, working in the factory, challenging the Instance Dungeon, or fighting in the Gladiator Arena instead of interfering with Samael’s conspiracy? Even if Samael swallows Winterfell entirely, what has it got to do with them?”


  Sherlock said with exhaustion, “I’m overwhelmed with many things. Can’t these gamers be more considerate?”


  “Though they are human tools, they have ideals and ambitions. Between Daily Missions and Hidden Missions, they prefer Hidden Missions. Don’t be pessimistic, Lord Sherlock. Aren’t a quarter of the gamers fighting in the Instance Dungeon diligently and working towards the grand vision of Lord Sherlock?”


  Bru consoled Sherlock and said, “Once the Third Beta Testing commences, there will be more gamers. We don’t have to worry.”


  Sherlock nodded in agreement.

  The door of the Dungeon Lord Main Hall was opened. A small Black Dragon walked in and said to a Gnome gamer beside him, “Continue to publicize more. We have to let the old district residents know that the relocation is for them to have a better future. We will compensate them for the relocation. Just give them the IOUs. Since when did I, Eggface, swindle anyone? Get a good designer for the construction of Black Dragon Investment Private Limited. Include a Black Dragon treasure nest. The design must be nice. Make it look more impressive than the Eternal Kingdom Adventurer’s Guild.”


  The gamer held a notebook and said awkwardly, “We can’t delay the relocation of the poor residents of the old district. I’m attending the Guild’s activity and challenging the Instance Dungeon tonight.”


  “I know you’re busy, but my company is an important task. It can’t be delayed. This is a Hidden Mission. I’ll reward you with Black Dragon’s blessings after it’s completed. Hurry.”


  The Gnome perked up upon hearing about the Hidden Mission and reward. He spun around and left.

  Eggface had mastered the correct method of communicating with the gamers by using the mission as the motivation. Eggface walked towards the shelf that held bloody chrysanthemum tea.

  “I feel that ever since Lord Sherlock let Eggface become the Winterfell tycoon, his behavior has become weird. Indeed, a creature’s naivety and imagination make it easier for him to immerse in his chosen role,” Bru said as Eggface brewed bloody chrysanthemum tea for himself.

  “Eggface.” Sherlock didn’t respond to Bru. Instead, he looked at Eggface and shouted at him.

  “Please call me CEO Eggface.” Eggface held his cup of tea and turned around gracefully as he lifted his chin proudly and said, “I have a complete plan for developing the old district. Those Gnomes, Goblins, and Houndhead Men may look silly, but they are talented in business. After controlling the old district, I’m going to set up a large scale feet-washing chain. All the citizens of Eternal Kingdom will work for me.”


  While Eggface was expounding his fantasy, Sherlock walked over and grabbed his wings. He put Eggface’s cup on the table and looked at Eggface’s huge innocent eyes. Sherlock said, “Eggface, I admire your immersive performance, but your development plan for the old district isn’t necessary. I have other plans in mind.”


  “I understand, Lord Sherlock.” After Eggface was lifted up, he became self-conscious and spoke in an aggrieved tone.

  Sherlock intended to reprimand Eggface, but upon seeing his puppy face, he didn’t say anything. He put Eggface down and patted the back of Eggface’s head.

  “Go out and play.”


  “Si loo loo” Sherlock drank the bloody chrysanthemum tea in front of Eggface.

  Eggface walked out reluctantly as he glanced at the cup of bloody chrysanthemum tea in Sherlock’s hand.

  The shouting of the gamers was heard coming from outside the Dungeon Lord Main Hall.

  “Eggface! A family refuses to relocate. What shall we do?”


  “Don’t call me Eggface, call me CEO Eggface. Not willing to relocate? What are they not satisfied with? This group of difficult residents……”


  The voices receded.

  “Lord Sherlock, your choice of making Eggface the spokesman was excellent. With Eggface’s rich imagination, he’s fully immersed in his role as a tycoon.”


  Bru praised Sherlock and asked, “Lord Sherlock, what do you intend to do with the old district? I feel that the feet-washing chain is a good idea. We can also provide special services with some hints. The membership card will be 50,000 Magic Stones. Thai Massage will be an attractive item!”


  “Then the Garrison Guard will accuse you of fraudulent advertisement after not providing special services. They may even impound the old district using illegal business as a reason.”


  Bru sighed and said, “Lord Sherlock, you are wise.”


  “Let’s not discuss this issue. For the Samael matter, use your missions to direct the gamers.”


  Bru said, “I understand. I’ll divert the gamers from investigating the infectious disease.”


  “No, I’m not stopping their investigation. Use missions to direct them so that they won’t barge into the hospital and attract the attention of the Garrison Guards,” Sherlock said.

  “I don’t mind the gamers developing Plots. In fact, it’s pretty good that they’re reducing my workload. But they have to remain discreet.”


  “I understand. Lord Sherlock is very wise,” Bru complimented Sherlock and then kept quiet.

  The Dungeon Core burst into flames, and a letter was thrown out. The words in the letter were:

  “To Eternal Kingdom Dungeon Lord Sherlock—Northern Underground World Gladiator Arena’s invitation letter”


  “Respectable Lord Sherlock:

  Greetings, this is an invitation letter from the Northern Underground World Gladiator Arena.

  We would like to sincerely invite you to be one of our technical shareholders and to watch the premiere of the Sole Survivor Tournament. We hope that Lord Sherlock will attend our event.

  Love from the Northern Underground World Gladiator Arena.”