[TakeASpearHit: Veterans! How did you do that? Gosh, I want to find a job in Winterfell too!]

[TwoPugsCannotCoexistTogether: You Winterfell traitor! If the lousy game producer reads your post, your account will be terminated.]

[BurningChestHair: I understand. In the next Battle Campaign Scenario, I will go offline halfway. After the war ends, I will go online to see if I can exploit the BUG.]

[NotWearingPants: We encountered the Magic Stone card in our previous mission. When we were doing the Strange Encounter Mission, Yoda’s wife gave it to us, and we exchanged it for Legendary Equipment!]

…

Sherlock finished reading the post and its replies. Then he told Bru, “Check the data of the gamer Marco Polo and see what he’s up to.”

“Okay, I understand.” Bru was silent for a while. Then he said, “I have the location data of Marco Polo after the Winterfell Battle Campaign. After he awoke, he was questioned by the Winterfell Garrison Guard. Then he searched the trash cans for food. After that, he begged for food on the streets. I have to admit, he has strong survival instincts.”

“Wait, he begged without a license. Didn’t the Garrison Guards execute him on the spot?” Sherlock frowned as he asked.

“As Winterfell had lost the Dungeon Core, the Dungeon was in a mess. The Garrison Guards had more important things to do than executing beggars without licenses,” Bru explained and asked Sherlock, “Lord Sherlock, what shall we do? Do we terminate his account? He exploited the loophole and challenged your authority. I suggest terminating his account so that your authority won’t be diminished!”

Sherlock didn’t think the same way as Bru. He said, “I understand that some gamers escaped your surveillance and that you’re feeling a sense of shame. But you’re making a mountain out of a molehill. This isn’t necessarily a bad thing.”

Sherlock straightened his body and said, “I have been thinking about an issue. The missions that we assign the gamers are too simple. I did so much for them, but I’m not obtaining the corresponding returns. As a superior Devil, I’m feeling a sense of deep shame. I should give them more work so that they can repay my kindness.”

“Nicholas’ idea reminded me that the Underworld is very large. Keeping the gamers by my side won’t generate enough wealth!”

Bru asked excitedly, “Lord Sherlock! Have you finally understood? Are you releasing the Fourth Calamity? Don’t worry, I have done the preparations for the Third Beta Testing. When the 10,000 gamers are fully armed, we’ll attack Winterfell while it’s still without a Dungeon Core. We’ll kill all those who aren’t willing to yield. All the wealth will be ours! Then we’ll raze the entire Northern Underworld…”

“What are you talking about?” Sherlock interrupted Bru’s fantasy and said, “My idea is to wait for the Third Beta Gamers and send them to factories to work, or to construction sites to carry bricks and be mercenary soldiers so that I can earn the death compensation.”

“Lord Sherlock, you’re… a great Devil Lord!” Bru said thoughtfully.

Sherlock stood up, picked up his windbreaker, and put on a tall Western-style Hat.

“Or I’ll set up a gamers’ Guild that will have missions that aren’t easily accomplished by normal creatures. Of course, the rewards will be correspondingly higher.”

Sherlock opened the door and walked out.

“Take care of the Dungeon, Bru.”

Sherlock closed the door, and Eggface, who was sleeping at a corner, woke up and looked around. He said, “Eh?”

A large Airship was flying rapidly towards Winterfell.

Yoda was at the helm controlling the Airship. He was explaining Mana Engineering knowledge to the gamers, but Sherlock brought Evelynn to him and requested that Yoda fly the Airship to Winterfell.

The Airship took off. A few gamers who were hidden in the Airship were thrown out of the ship, then the Airship proceeded towards Winterfell.

The Airship was much faster than a Beetlemon, so it only took half a day to arrive at Winterfell.

Of course, it wasn’t as convenient as the Teleport Portal. However, since Winterfell was without a Dungeon Core, the Teleport Portals weren’t functioning.

The Airship stopped outside Winterfell, and Sherlock and Evelynn disembarked from the ship.

Sherlock wanted to find the gamer who was working in Winterfell. He also wanted to find an empty house so that he could create an official Guild for his gamers.

In the future, there would be no way to control the interaction of the gamers with Winterfell, but the behavior of the gamers had to be controlled. Otherwise, it would be like what Bru said, the gamers would be like the unleashed Fourth Calamity, and they would occupy Winterfell. That was like declaring war on the Merchant Alliance.

Times were different. It was outdated to be involved in fighting and killing. Only Devils with low capabilities would resort to destruction and killing. The real Devils were good at manipulating the hearts of the creatures.

He could also use the opportunity to earn Magic Stones!

He brought along Evelynn because she requested it. She said, “Lord Sherlock, are you going to Winterfell? Can you bring me along? I have used up my daily necessities, so I have to buy some…”

Sherlock couldn’t possibly help Evelynn buy things, as he wouldn’t do something at a loss.

Evelynn could be his secretary as well. Sherlock was now a prestigious Dungeon Lord. Even the Winterfell Dungeon Lord had to show him respect, so he had to bring along his secretary when he visited Winterfell.

“We’ll be back in four to five hours. Yoda, you may go home and visit your family. I’ll use Mana to hide the Airship. Don’t worry.”

Sherlock then looked at Evelynn and said, “Evelynn, let’s go.”