440 The Principal Was Arrested (1/2)
”May the Holy Lord bless you all. If our plan is successful, we'll return to help you,” Lancelot said to the mayor of Goldshire Town.
”Thank you for your kind gesture. I hope that you can come back unscathed,” the mayor said to Lancelot. It wasn't a good blessing.
The gamers finished watching the Plot, but there was no further development. They were disappointed as Lancelot directed them to board the carriages.
Meanwhile, the survivors talked to the residents of Goldshire Town.
”Mayor, the Wyvern is too much! Our town raised three chests of gold to reward courageous warriors who dare to kill the Wyvern!”
”That's right! We have to kill that Wyvern! Whoever kills the Wyvern, I'll give a 50% discount for all of the items in my shop!”
”I'll give a discount too! I'll give 40%!”
The group of Goldshire Town residents spoke angrily. The 80 gamers who were about to leave got off the carriage.
A Victorian resident with a deformed spine walked over. He said firmly to the residents of Goldshire Town, ”We have decided not to leave. We'll kill the Wyvern!”
…
In the dormitory of Professor Bacon at Specter College.
”So, Professor Bacon was investigating these things? What did he intend to do…”
Professor Cabbage scrutinized the photographs and news cuttings on the wall. It was news about a terrifying Devil—Frangipani. The word was written on the wall.
”Who is that? What a dominant name!” Eggface was terrified by the name.
”It's the name of a commanding officer of the Ancient Gods,” said the parrot on Sherlock's shoulder. ”But I don't think too highly of him. I could beat him to death easily. It's a pity. During my time, he was already dead.”
”You're cracking me up, meow. A silly bird claims to be able to beat a commanding officer of the Ancient Gods. My teeth are dropping out from laughing, meow.” Polio laughed wildly as he rolled on the ground.
”Ha? Do you have a problem, sick cat?” Phoenix replied aggressively.
”The…” The principal was worried that the parrot and the black kitten were about to fight. He looked at Sherlock, who smiled and waved his hand as he said, ”No problem, just some minor bickering between small animals.”
”Ah… I see.”
The principal nodded, but he looked slightly concerned.
”Professor Bacon was collecting news of Frangipani, but isn't Frangipani dead? Why would he collect information on Frangipani?” Professor Cabbage asked solemnly as she narrowed her eye sockets.
”Perhaps he's hungry.” Eggface offered a possible reason.
”Or, Professor Bacon intended to summon and revive Frangipani!” the principal lifted his head and said gravely.
Sherlock, Professor Cabbage, and the animals turned their heads to look at the principal. They waited for the principal's explanation.
”Ah, I discussed this issue with Professor Bacon. The students in Ancient History class were discussing this knowledge, so I talked to Professor Bacon about this. I hope Professor Bacon's interest wasn't piqued by Frangipani during that time,” the principal said with suspicion.