After Nicholas put forward his request, Sherlock pondered and said, "As you know, to stop Samael and protect the Underworld's peace, we paid painful prices. One hundred thousand Eternal Kingdom citizens perished in Winterfell. We are still mourning over the losses."
Sherlock's face was full of sadness. Nicholas turned his head to look behind him and saw a group of chatty gamers walking past the Dungeon Lord Main Hall. The arm of one of the gamers was broken, but as he walked, he swung his broken arm and smiled like a small kid.
The eyes of Nicholas became red!
"Lord Sherlock, I sympathize with you and your citizens. I noticed that the pitiful Gnomes aren't in a correct state of mind due to depression."
Nicholas wiped his tears.
