Gamers of the Underworld 369 It's the Game Producer's Faul

She also didn't expect to be surrounded by a group of Goblins, Gnomes, and Houndhead Men to come up with a plan.

"According to my skirt-chasing experience, if Sherlie's not a fool, with Evelynn's figure and appearance, any dress can be a killer!"

"Get lost, you trash. If any dress makes the cut, why would we go through all the trouble?"

"The important thing isn't the dress. Isn't it the conversation? Though appearance is crucial, with Evelynn's killer looks, a dress is only a bonus. If she cleans her face, I feel Sherlie won't be single after tomorrow night."

"Sherlie is already with Brainiac. What do you mean by single?"

Evelynn was confused by the incessant chattering of the gamers.

But some of them were serious in helping Evelynn for their Strange Encounter Mission.

Two Goblins were using tape measures to obtain Evelynn's measurements. Due to the difference in height, they had to stand on chairs and tables that were stacked together.

From the content of the gamers' chat, these Goblins were dual dressmakers both in the game and outside of the game. They were supposedly designers for a private fashion label.

Though Evelynn didn't understand what they meant by inside and outside the game, seeing their proficiency, Evelynn trusted them.

Before making the dress, they asked Evelynn some questions.

"Do you have a favorite color?"

"Er… no."

"Is there any color that you don't like?"

"Yellow. I don't like yellow."

"What about style? Do you know what style Sherlie likes?"

"That, Sherlie is…"

"Lord Sherlock."

"Not very sure. Lord Sherlock has been dressed as a gentleman, and you should be addressing him as Lord Sherlock, not Sherlie."

"I understand."

"Perhaps he prefers the virtuous lady style?"

"Hmm, that's likely. How about adding a bit of the girl next door style? Sherlie looks younger than Evelynn."

"Younger?"

Both Goblins discussed Evelynn's age without restraint. How dare they alluded that Evelynn was older. She had just graduated, whereas Sherlock was a Dungeon Lord.

They didn't offer a chance for Evelynn to explain. After taking the measurements, they proceeded to Winterfell to make the dress, as Eternal Kingdom didn't have Magical Sewing Machines.

Besides the dress, the gamers also offered other suggestions for the date.

"You have to know dating etiquette. As a lady, I have to remind you of certain things."

"Have to be late for a date? No, no, no, it's no longer in vogue! The girl must be intelligent and present her good points. What does a guy like in a girl? Bring her out to show off! That's why you have to doll yourself up and attract the attention of everyone. When Sherlie arrives, present your best angle. Then he will overhear the passersby's compliments of you…"

"Wah! She's beautiful. Is she waiting for someone?"

"Waiting for her boyfriend? Oh my god, I'm so envious!"

"That's frustrating! Why don't I have such a girlfriend?"

"I want to have such a girlfriend! I'm willing to do anything!"

"That's right! This kind of conversation. Sherlie will feel proud and become your slave!"

"Gosh! That's how it works! That's the reason Arthur Bro didn't propose to me!"

"Oh? Sister Vanas? Did you skip too many steps?"

The gamers were having a fun time, while Evelynn was in a state of confusion.

There wasn't much time since her date was tomorrow.

…

Sherlock was dressed in a black wool coat that matched with a white and blue lined shirt, a pair of straight trousers, and black polished leather shoes.

He was dressed in gentleman attire, but not because it was a date with Evelynn. He had to be presentable when going out with a girl, that was the principle.

"Tsk, you're so handsome today, Lord Sherlock. If the gamers see you, they'll spread strange rumors on the forum," Bru said to Sherlock as he walked out of the door.

"They have already spread strange rumors."

Sherlock looked at the surrounding gamers who had been waiting outside for him.

It wasn't hard for Sherlock to guess their intentions. They wanted to report his whereabouts to Evelynn.

Sherlock didn't understand. Her inviting him to the drama performance was a gesture of gratitude, so why were they so excited?

Sherlock exerted his dominance to restrain the gamers, then he walked towards the Teleport Portal.

The Drama Theater wasn't far from the Teleport Portal Main Hall. He hailed a Hades Carriage, and the journey took him ten minutes.

The Drama Theater's entrance was filled with many guests, and many creatures were buying tickets at a counter. This was a highly anticipated performance as it depicted the story of Michelangelo.

To the inhabitants of the Underworld, he was a hero.

Sherlock walked to the entrance and immediately noticed Evelynn, who was being discussed by the crowd.

Compared to her usual conservative style, Evelynn wore a short skirt that was above the knees, and her upper body was clothed in a light blue tube top that revealed her shoulders and back.

Not much material was used for the tube top, and while the quality of the material was good, it was without any special patterns. The design consisted of layers and layers of folds.

Evelynn also wore a pair of stilettos. The fashion style attracted the attention of the Underworld residents, and they whispered to each other.

"What's with this Succubus? Why did she dress like this?"

"Though it's not inappropriate, the style is strange."

"Very ugly…"

"She looks beautiful, but why is her dress so ugly? Did she give up on herself?"

"Is she waiting for someone? Her boyfriend? If I was her boyfriend, I'd never appear."

"It's embarrassing. Is this a public punishment?"

"Young creatures nowadays… tsk, tsk…"

Evelynn's face wasn't red, it was a deep green.

Sherlock didn't pretend not to know Evelynn. Instead, he walked directly to her. When Sherlock appeared, the crowd gave way and kept quiet. Many female creatures even looked jealous when they saw the superior Devil. However, it wasn't because he was handsome, it was because he was Sherlock.

The Dungeon Lord of Eternal Kingdom! Who didn't know him?

"Lord Sherlock…"

Evelynn lowered her head. If there was a hole, she would hide in it without hesitation.

"The dress is bold and a little weird, but it's not ugly, Evelynn."

Sherlock smiled and extended his hand to Evelynn, and magical rings surrounded her body.

"Lord Sherlock?"

Evelynn looked strangely at the magical rings engulfing her. As for the creatures who had gossiped about her, they went into a daze and then went about doing their own things.

"I'm making you less conspicuous."

Though she wasn't sure what Mana Skill it was, after the creatures in the crowd shifted their gazes, Evelynn felt much better.

They chatted happily as they went into the Drama Theater.

The gamers who were spying from a distance frowned.

"What happened? Why is this game not following the norms?"

"There is absolutely no problem with my design! The problem is with the game producer! D*mn the game producer!"

"Just put all of the blame on the game producer!"

They ranted.

Chapter end