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  The gamers were working hard to complete the mission to save the Little Fairy.

  Sherlock was idling. Though the discussion forum was “full of praises” for him, he wasn’t proud and would never be proud.

  As a Dungeon Lord and a promising superior Devil, Sherlock was working towards his dream of becoming the Dungeon Lord of the Greatest Dungeon.

  “Hey! Superior Devil! Release me! Raintea is leaving! Your citizen Raintea is leaving! What are you doing? What is that colorful object that you’re looking at? Release me!”


  Though the Little Fairy shouted in the metal cage, Sherlock didn’t intend to free her. He was focusing on his computer.

  A kitten squinted his eyes and licked his paws as he sat beside the metal cage. He looked at the Little Fairy and asked, “This is food for me, meow?”


  “This is the Little Fairy, Lord Sherlock’s slave. She’s not your food.”


  A fat Black Dragon dragged his body as his claws grasped a cup of steaming bloody chrysanthemum tea. Since he was working for customer service, his supply of bloody chrysanthemum tea was more than usual. It was his benefit for working in Eternal Kingdom.

  “I know that this is the Little Fairy! Why did the superior Devil enslave her? Is it for decorating the gardens? Let me eat her, meow!”


  The kitten Polio edged closer to the Little Fairy, who had been screaming just before. A paw extended towards Polio and cuddled him.

  Polio emitted “Hu lu lu” sounds as he was feeling comfortable.

  “Have both of you completed your assigned work?” Sherlock shouted, turning his head to look at Polio and Eggface sternly.

  “Meow!”


  Polio meowed softly and ran to a corner, scratching the ground with his claws. He was fretting over the name of the mercenary group. Polio had changed the name a few times during the past two days, but he was still not satisfied.

  He made sounds that indicated his frustration. Why did he have to think of a name?

  “Release me! We have an agreement! You can’t execute me! You guaranteed Raintea’s safety while I train your citizens. But now, Raintea is leaving! Do you intend to kill her? Are you going to renege on your contract? We signed an agreement!” The Little Fairy shouted furiously after Polio and Eggface left.

  The word “Danger” appeared on Sherlock’s screen. Then, he was subjected to a series of attacks, and the screen became dark. The word “Death” occupied the entire screen.

  Sherlock covered his face and stood up. He walked to the shelves and brewed a cup of bloody chrysanthemum tea, then said to the Little Fairy, “I’m helping you. If I didn’t capture you, Raintea would have left Eternal Kingdom. Because you’re imprisoned, Raintea has to work hard to save you. Take a look.”


  Sherlock took out a crystal ball that depicted Raintea mining ore diligently. Her slender Goblin body looked small compared to the large ore surrounding her. She looked vulnerable and pitiful.

  “Despicable superior Devil, you’re doing such a shameless thing to torture me! I won’t forgive you! Never! Even if you kill me, I’ll never yield!”


  The Little Fairy screamed in rage. Sherlock didn’t receive his expected gratitude.

  Sherlock pondered for a while. Though he had good intentions, wanting to make Raintea stay, the Little Fairy didn’t understand the concept of “quitting the game”. She thought that Raintea’s contract had expired and that she was going home. Therefore, the current situation appeared as if the unscrupulous superior Devil captured the Little Fairy to blackmail Raintea.

  Raintea could have been cultivating herbs happily at the flowerbed, but now she was forced to work in the mines and suffer mental and physical exhaustion. The Little Fairy understood how Raintea felt just by looking at her expression!

  “Lord Sherlock, it does look like this situation! I don’t doubt your decision, but are you going to imprison the Little Fairy forever? And blackmail Raintea? If that’s the case, we can’t let Raintea achieve her potential. We intend to use Raintea to control the Little Fairy so that she will teach the gamers Potion Concoction. If we imprison the Little Fairy, she can’t teach them! Lord Sherlock, take my suggestion and use special ways to control the Little Fairy!” Bru suggested in Sherlock’s mind, but he didn’t respond.

  Instead, Sherlock asked, “Have you finished the task that I asked you to do?”


  “It has been completed. Just as you expected, it was those creatures! Shall I ban all of their accounts permanently? Frankly speaking, I hate rumormongers!” Bru said immediately.

  “No, I still need them. Just follow my original plan.”


  “Lord Sherlock, I can’t understand the rationale of your plan. But I’ll still carry out your plan faithfully!” Bru said and then kept quiet.

  Sherlock walked to the front of the Little Fairy while carrying his cup of bloody chrysanthemum tea. He knelt down and looked at the glaring Little Fairy, who had squirmed to the far corner of the cage due to fear. Sherlock said, “I think you’ve misunderstood me. I’m not your enemy, I’m with you. You don’t want your good friend Raintea to leave, and it’s the same for me. It’s unfair of you to accuse me of causing harm to Raintea. There are others causing harm to Raintea. I’m maintaining order here. If not for me, Raintea would have died.”


  “I don’t believe a word of yours!”


  The Little Fairy shouted indignantly, but she made her body smaller and trembled in trepidation. She was fearful of the superior Devil, especially when he said that he was executing her.

  “I know you don’t understand because there are lots of unresolved issues. But most of the time, we can work together. To obtain your trust, I have done some investigations. I have a list of perpetrators who created trouble for Raintea.”


  The Little Fairy lifted her head and stared at Sherlock. She frowned and asked, “Perpetrators? Didn’t I defeat those who attacked and humiliated Raintea?”


  “Ha? This Little Fairy is silly. She thought she defeated the perpetrators?” Bru complained about the Little Fairy, but she couldn’t hear him.

  “Those were the obvious ones. There were some who plotted against Raintea in the dark. Their goal is to destroy Raintea!” Sherlock said mysteriously to the Little Fairy.

  “Why? Raintea doesn’t antagonize anyone, nor does she get involved in conflicts. She works hard to produce Potions to relieve their pain!” the Little Fairy yelled.

  “Wait, did she mention the poisonous Potions? I know the side effects of the Minor Healing Potions. Did the Little Fairy see the Potions as poison? She taught the gamers how to produce poison and let them take it. Lord Sherlock, we should execute such an unscrupulous teacher! Announce the execution, the gamers won’t blame you.”


  Sherlock didn’t respond to Bru. He said temptingly to the Little Fairy, “But they are jealous of Raintea’s capability. In the Underworld, her capability is a good reason for her death sentence.”


  “Wait, are you telling the truth? These creatures are going to harm Raintea?”


  The Little Fairy edged closer to him and grabbed the metal grilles. Though she was quivering, she shouted loudly at Sherlock, “Aren’t you the Dungeon Lord? Shouldn’t you stop your citizens from doing such a thing? Why are you so calm? You shouldn’t imprison me, you should chase those harmful creatures away! If Raintea is harmed by them, I’ll never teach your citizens how to make Potions! Never!”


  “Ha?”


  Sherlock stood up and looked coldly at the Little Fairy as he said, “Are you threatening me? I’ve decided to execute you. Do you think I’ll care about this? Do you think I’ll kill so many creatures just for Raintea? Do you think it’s fair? Of course, if Raintea stays in Eternal Kingdom, it’s better than her leaving or dying. Don’t worry, I won’t let them go too far. You used such a nefarious way to poison my citizens. I made the correct decision to execute you.”


  Sherlock turned his head, not looking at the Little Fairy.

  Bru said to Sherlock, “Lord Sherlock, I remember this poison was created because you told her that you wanted the fastest, simplest, and cheapest Healing Potion, as long as it didn’t cause instant death.”


  “Hmm? Is that so? I have no impression,” Sherlock replied casually.

  “Lord Sherlock, your acting is getting better and better. The Little Fairy is now under your control. I can roughly see the future developments…… I would like to ask Lord Sherlock, are you a Devil?”


  “Yes, a superior Devil.”