Winterfell's Ball
Editor: Atlas Studios
"Tsk, it looks like Dungeon Lord Onionhead is really vacating his post. I wonder what the Merchant Alliance is going to do to him. I have quite a good impression of this Gnome. Without him, we wouldn't have obtained the logging rights of Underground Forest No. 3 so easily," Bru said thoughtfully,
"Who is Lord Sherlock going to invite as your Ball partner? You're a famous person in the Northern Underworld. The news of you saving the Northern Underworld must have already been spread like wildfire. If you don't have an impressive dance partner, it'll be a disappointment."
Sherlock put down the letter and pondered.
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Dungeon Lord Onionhead inhaled deeply. With the help of the elderly Orc, Onionhead put on his Onionhead wig.
Just like his heavy heart.
"Dungeon Lord, the guests have arrived."
The elderly Orc stood by Onionhead and invited him to leave the room.
Onionhead inhaled deeply and nodded before walking out.