Gamers of the Underworld-Chapter 440 - The Principal Was Arrested

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Chapter 440: The Principal Was Arrested

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios


“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.


“What should we do? Though we know Professor Bacon’s interests, it doesn’t provide any leads to his whereabouts.”


“Not necessarily.” Sherlock pointed to a table. His finger slid across the table and pressed at a corner.


A Mana Formation appeared, followed by the flashing of Mana rays. A small book appeared on the table.


“Mana Formation for Item Teleportation!”


Professor Cabbage recognized this Mana Formation. Who would have thought that Professor Bacon would place an Item Teleportation Mana Formation on his table?


Sherlock took the small book and examined it. The book had Professor Bacon’s handwriting.


“No. 25:


I studied some Ancient Documents. Frangipani may not be dead. He could have been sealed within Specter College’s grounds. This is easy to understand. As an Ancient Battleground, Specter College could be the place when Frangipani perished. However, the legend didn’t match the information stated in the Ancient Documents.”


“No. 26:


I searched the entirety of Specter College. Just as I expected, Specter College wasn’t just used for education. Millions of years ago, the Liches were members of the Ancient Gods army. The Ancient Gods army was defeated, but Specter College may be unwittingly helping the Ancient Gods to revive!”


“No. 27:


I’m sure that there was an intact Rune Mana Formation under Specter College. While Frangipani was being sealed under Specter College, the school was supplying the Mana to remove the seal on Frangipani. I don’t know to what degree the seal has been discharged. With the passing of time, I believe the seal of Frangipani will soon be removed.”


“No. 28:


I went to look for the principal of Specter College, but he didn’t care about this. I decided to collect pieces of evidence. I suspect that he could have participated in it…”


There were no more entries after this point. Professor Bacon seemed to have left and vanished after writing the last entry.


Everyone looked in shock at the principal.


“Wait, what do you mean by that?”


The principal looked bewildered at Sherlock and Professor Cabbage.



Two hours later.


The Merchant Alliance’s Central Garrison Guard Beetlemon was parked outside the entrance of Specter College. The Garrison Guards brought the arrested principal out of the college.


“Wait! It’s not me! I didn’t do it! I don’t know about Frangipani!” the principal shouted loudly. He looked innocent.


Sherlock, his pets, Professor Cabbage, and a group of Lich students watched the arrest in silence.


A uniformed Captain walked out with a group of guards that were carrying various documents and chests. Those were the personal items of the principal.


“Thank you, Lord Sherlock. We didn’t expect Specter College to be committing such a crime. We’ll interrogate the principal and provide a satisfactory conclusion. As for Professor Bacon, we have found several letters that indicate his whereabouts,” the Captain said, handing over the letters to Sherlock.