124 Someone Is Taking the Hits

In the Dungeon Core Main Hall, a young Black Dragon sat in the chair with his folded wings and his two claws placed on the table.

His rear legs tried to touch the ground, but they were too short. He tried a few times discreetly but failed and gave up.

Sherlock took a pen and some paper. In front of him was a magical table lamp that was aimed at the Black Dragon.

"Name."

"Dark Flaming Mana Lord, Dark Scorch Hot-Tempered Dragon, Guardian of Helling…"

"Gender."

"The Dark Flaming Mana Lord has no gender!" the young Black Dragon said with a childish voice.

"Age."

"I am the immortal, all-knowing, powerful Dragon."

"If you don't cooperate, I'll call your parents."

"I understand."

Sherlock concentrated on his writing for a while. Then, he took out his personal seal and read the contents of the paper out loud.