Gamers of the Underworld

Chapter 67 - This Is A High-Risk Job

Chapter 67: This Is A High-Risk Job

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

A Teleport Portal was placed in the middle of a small dark room.

The sides of the room were covered with bone walls, and there were green flames at the side. Mysterious crimson diagrams were painted on the walls, and sinister music filled the room.

A magical brilliance lit up the Teleport Portal.

A Goblin walked out from the Teleport Portal, followed by the second and third... Five Goblins came out before the magical light of the portal faded.

The five Goblins were equipped with armor and weapons.

Arthur had a quality Breastplate, Plate Leggings, and he wielded a black Short Sword and a Shield with a solemn face.

The other Goblins didn’t have quality equipment compared to his. NotWearingPants and Peasant used standard armor and weapons.

BurningChestHair wielded a quality Dagger, while Sylvanas wore a helmet and grasped a Short Bow tightly. She was placed at the back. A Short Sword and Shield were tied to her back using grass rope.

The five Goblins weren’t armed to the teeth, but they were well-equipped.

After they exited the portal, they came to a room outside the Training Grounds.

A black-robed Lich was sitting in front of an exquisite table. On a platform decorated with a skeleton motif was a crystal ball that was showing images of five Goblins wandering around in the Training Grounds.

The black-robed Lich frowned and looked at the Lich holding a cup of bloody chrysanthemum and asked, “Professor Bacon, what are those words? I haven’t seen them before.”

Bacon sipped the chrysanthemum tea, and the crimson tea dripped from his jaw to the floor. His bones emitted hot air as he said, “Oh, those are the special words used in the Eternal Kingdom. I haven’t seen them either. Perhaps it’s a native language of Lord Sherlock and used for assigning work. I thought you had seen it before. Even Brainiac hasn’t seen such language.”

“Lord Sherlock? Is that the Devil who signed the agreement with our college to undertake the graduating research?” Brainiac asked.

“That’s correct. The most evil, cunning, and cruel Devil Lord,” Professor Bacon smiled and said.

“Though his Dungeon isn’t fully developed, he has extraordinary talent in training the Goblins. I have good foresight, and I know that he will achieve extraordinary feats!” Bacon said to Brainiac.

“I didn’t know that Professor Bacon looked highly on the Devil Lord. The Goblins look like they have undergone training... What are they doing?”

Brainiac straightened his body and looked carefully at the crystal ball.

In the crystal ball, the five Goblins destroyed all the items, including cans and wooden boxes. Two Goblins, NotWearingPants and Peasant, placed the wooden planks into their backpacks.

Bacon was taken aback. He turned around as green flames lit up in his eye sockets. He extended his skeletal hand and placed it upon the crystal ball. With a transfer of Mana from his hand, sounds emitted from the crystal ball.

“Why are you carrying them? There’s more equipment for us to carry,” Sylvanas asked.

“Our swords and hammers don’t have wooden handles. We don’t even have wooden boxes. What does that mean? Wood is a scarce resource. There are that many wooden crates here. We could exchange them for coins with Sherlie!” NotWearingPants said.

“Is there a description on the wooden plank?” BurningChestHair asked.

“No description. It needs to be appraised,” Peasant said.

Arthur was speechless.

When Bacon’s hand left the crystal ball, the chatting voices of the Goblins faded.

“These Goblins... intend to sell the wooden planks to their Dungeon Lord? That evil, cunning, and cruel Devil Lord? Finished, these Goblins are doomed,” Bacon shook his head and muttered to himself.

“Wait, Professor Bacon, I feel this is not the crux of the problem,” Brainiac frowned and said.

“These Goblins feel that they can return? If they were Orcs or Gnomes, I could understand, but the Goblins... Do they think they can return?”

Professor Bacon scoffed and said, “Brainiac, you can’t talk like this. We’re doing a legal graduating research and not operating a meat grinder. They aren’t here as cannon fodder. They are here to contribute to Spiritual Magic research.”

“We paid them, and they were recruited from the Merchant Alliance Organization. It’s a risky job. You have more to learn. Times have changed. We’re a college, not a slaughterhouse. You can’t just think about research. Tact is something you have to master.”

Brainiac nodded solemnly. “I understand, Professor Bacon. Are these Goblins that capable? They look confident.”

“They are stronger than normal Goblins in terms of willpower.” Professor Bacon recalled when he disguised himself as Ba.Mannoroth.Con in that dramatic performance. The Goblins stabbed at him wildly. They even stabbed their own comrades. They were fearless and had no sensation of pain.

“Let me see how to allocate the Goblins to the graduating students. I’ll start with the lowest-ranking students.”

Brainiac opened up a thick book. A skull picture was affixed at the top left corner of every page, along with the name, date of entry, learning subjects, and training instructors.

“I’ll start with this one.” Brainiac pulled up another crystal ball and shouted into it, “Examination candidate No. 98562, prepare to enter the Training Grounds. The examination is about to commence.”