Bab 202: Pity on All Father-in-Laws

In the run-down meeting room of Winterfell, the wall damaged by the Black Dragon wasn't repaired. This was considered the best meeting room in Winterfell.

A superior Devil sat in the chair, and the room was lit by crude candles. After losing the Dungeon Core, Winterfell was in total darkness.

"I don't know him," the seated Devil said calmly.

"What, what?" Onionhead thought he heard wrongly and asked again, "Wait a moment, Lord Alexandria. If you don't know Lord Sherlock, why were you so concerned about him?"

"To be precise, Lord Sherlock doesn't know me, but I know him or have heard about him." Alexandria, who was hidden in the shadows, said, "I'm representing my father during my visit to Winterfell. On the other hand, I heard Lord Sherlock was here, so I came to take a look. As for the details, I can't divulge much."

Onionhead frowned and said, "I see, Lord Alexandria. Can I ask you another question?"

"Of course."