Brainiac walked into the Dungeon Core Main Hall and closed the door.
The loud chattering of the Goblins was shielded by the walls of the Dungeon Core Main Hall.
Sherlock sat in a chair and snapped his fingers.
The pen started to write on the paper. They were originally intended for Brainiac's interview letter, but now they were used for Brainiac's contract.
Brainiac was still astonished by what he saw and heard in the Dungeon. He was pondering what kind of power was supporting the Goblins. Even at the brink of death, they weren't willing to take a rest.
A sense of responsibility? Love for Eternal Kingdom?
He couldn't figure out, and he couldn't understand.
