367 A Date Invitation (1/2)
A fully armed group of Orcs was equipped with black standard armor, and the first few Orcs were bearing Large Shields.
On their backs were the same words, ”Winterfell Garrison Guard.”
The Orcs had good training and quality equipment. They used their Shields to clear the way and carried Bows in their other hands, Longswords at their waists. They moved stealthily, though the scales on their armor emitted slight noises.
They arrived in front of a building, and the leader signaled to the rest with his eyes to say, ”The target inside is a highly dangerous creature with many years of intelligence experience. His ways are brutal and without mercy. Everyone has to be extra careful. Don't let him escape!”
The other Orcs replied with their eye signals as well.
”I understand, Captain!”
”Don't worry, Captain!”
”We had the best training!”
”Captain, your wife eloped!”
The leader's eyes became sharp. He pointed to the door and made a hand gesture that meant for them to prepare. An Orc then walked to the door and knocked, saying with a kind voice, ”Greetings, I'm here to check the Mana meter. Is anyone home?”
Nobody replied. Even after calling out a few times, there was no reply.
The leader showed two fingers and nodded. The same Orc knocked on the door and said, ”Greetings, the smelly worms and irrigated clay that you ordered are here. Please open the door.”
But there was no reply.
The leader signaled with his eyes that said, ”Prepare to burst in!”
The Orc nodded and took out a metal strip, picking the lock. Before long, the door was opened.
They dashed in without any delay, and some shouted, while others fired their arrows with closed eyes.
After a few minutes of calm, they saw the serenity in the room. A Gnome lay on the ground with his eyes wide open. It was Bond, the intelligence agent. There was an arrow lodged in his skull, and he had a terrified look on his face.
”I killed the agent?” one of the Garrison Guards asked nervously.
”No, he wasn't killed by you.”
The leader walked over and checked Bond's breathing. He discovered the strangle marks on his throat, a length of rope to the side, and a piece of paper in his hands. The words on the paper were, ”Will—A Gnome agent's regret.”
…
”Pom!”
Nicholas pounded heavily on the table with his fist and shouted, ”What? Bond killed himself? The Garrison Guard was at the door when he killed himself?”
”Yes, Dungeon Lord. This is the full report.”
A Sludge Monster handed him a report. Nicholas examined it and asked, ”Where is Lord Sherlock?”
…
Twenty minutes later.
”It looks like he committed suicide to escape punishment.”
Sherlock sat inside Nicholas' office and commented as he looked at the report.
”Hmm, it seems like it.” Nicholas said gravely, ”I reported this to the higher-ups.”
Sherlock nodded. The three Hamsters discovered the secret meeting between Bond and the mysterious figure, learning that the investigation on Eternal Kingdom was a ploy to sour the relationship between the Merchant Alliance and Eternal Kingdom. The final goal was Michelangelo's relic, which was in Sherlock's hand.
There was a dark, insidious force plotting against Sherlock.
How did Sherlock handle it? He reported it to the Garrison Guard.
To be more precise, he informed Winterfell. After all, the incident involved Bond, who was a Winterfell intelligence agent, so it was better for Winterfell to deal with it. However, he hadn't expected it to have such an outcome.
Sherlock ended the meeting with Nicholas amidst an atmosphere of worry. Nicholas was very worried because he didn't know of the insidious plot that could affect his precarious Dungeon Lord position. Everything was a mystery.
When Sherlock stepped out of the Winterfell Dungeon Lord Main Hall, Bru said, ”Lord Sherlock, this isn't a simple incident. From Fat Otaku's testimonial and memory, the enemy schemed against us. With Bond being silenced, things look very bad for us!”
”I think I have an inkling of the scheme.”
Sherlock walked to a newspaper vendor and stopped, looking at a newspaper placed outside. The newspaper obscured all of the advertisements and discounts and showed the unimportant news. This was to prevent creatures like Sherlock from browsing.