Dungeon Player

"Lord Sherlock, Lord Octopus Maru."

When the spark of passion is about to burst out between Sherlock and Octopus Head.

A tall vampire walked up from behind:

"It seems that the two adults know each other. Originally, I wanted to introduce the two adults to each other."

When the vampire walked between Sherlock and the octopus-headed demon called Takomaru, Umekawa Kuko and the others behind Sherlock started chatting again.

"Zhao Si is here!"

"It looks like there's going to be a big plot!"

"Zhao Si! Do you remember me?"

"The NPC remembers you?"

Count Nicholas was affectionately called by his nickname by the players, with an awkward expression on his face.

Sherlock's coercion caused a noise behind him, and the players who were trying to interact with the NPC entered the story mode.

"Count Nicholas, regarding the establishment of trade routes between caravans, I will arrange personnel to contact you as soon as possible."

Octopus Ball finished speaking to Nicholas, and then walked past Sherlock with the twelve werewolves behind him.

After Octopus Ball left with his men, Count Nicholas whispered to Sherlock:

"Sir Sherlock, although I don't know what the grudge is between you and Lord Octopus Maru, Lord Octopus Maru's dungeon has been added to the territory of Eternal Fire. You also know the dungeon of Eternal Fire, right? ?Actually, Lord Octopus Maru is here as the representative of the Eternal Fire Dungeon within Winterfell."

"That's it." Sherlock nodded.

Nicholas originally thought that Sherlock would be very concerned about the matter between Octopus Balls and Eternal Flame, but Sherlock didn't seem to care very much.

Nicholas added:

"I just came back yesterday. I originally wanted to contact Lord Sherlock as soon as possible and invite you to my manor as a guest, but I didn't expect that something like this happened in Winterfell..."

"Speaking of this matter...is it related to the No. 85 ancient ruins archaeological site?"

Sherlock approached Nicholas and asked softly.

"Yes, has Sir Sherlock heard the news?" Nicholas frowned:

"The problem is very serious..."

Nicholas looked around and saw someone came over, nodded to Sherlock and apologized, and then left.

"I have a related meeting to attend, Lord Sherlock. See you after the meeting."

Sherlock nodded to Nicholas and then walked into the assembly hall.

There was a huge round table placed in the hall. At this time, more than twenty demons of all kinds were sitting on the round table. The servants they brought were standing behind them.

There are name tags placed in front of everyone, and Sherlock quickly found his own name tag - Lord Sherlock of the Eternal Kingdom Dungeon.

He walked straight over and sat down.

There was a demon nearby who tried to talk to Sherlock, but Sherlock ignored him.

Several players were chatting crazily behind Sherlock's chair. Although they were very quiet and maintained the greatest restraint, no one else spoke.

Therefore, the entire conference hall was filled with their chatter.

"Wocao, look at how awesome this model is."

"Why does this thing look so ugly?"

"I'll see if I can take away that sword later, the one hanging on the wall."

"Everyone has to take screenshots, and posting them on the forum can get a lot of attention."

"Give a close-up of that chicken(beep)-faced octopus ball."

"Ahem!" While the buzzing sounds of the players continued, a loud cough interrupted their conversation, and then they saw an old beastman walking in from the door.

The old beastman was wearing luxurious clothes and holding a scepter in his hand. His face was full of traces of time, and in his deep eyes, you could see the brilliance of wisdom.

Sherlock releases his coercion, allowing players to enter the plot state.

The old beastman glanced at the various Castlevania Lords in the room, and then shouted at the top of his lungs:

"Invite me, member of the Northern Council of the Merchant Alliance, Lord of Winterfell, Lord of Onion City!"

A goblin wearing a floor-length robe, his height only reaches the hip of a beastman. Even if compared with the height of ordinary goblins, this goblin's height is considered short.

The green goblin, wearing a wig that was obviously in the shape of a white onion head, had his hands behind his back, a straight face, and long boots with long toes. He walked very frequently and said:

"Da da da da da"

With a series of footsteps, Onion, the Lord of Winterfell, walked to an empty seat at the round table, then made a rustling sound and sat on the chair.

A handful of onions peeked out from the table.

The Onion City Lord was obviously used to such scenes. His seat made a "creak" sound, and he kept shaking the handle on the edge of the seat, quickly raising the position of Onion Tou a lot. , at least he can see the eyes of the demon lords.

When everything was ready, Onion Tou glanced around at the demon lords who were looking at him, and he said:

"Dear noble and great demon lords, I am the City Lord of Winterfell in the northern underground world of the Merchant Alliance. In fact, I prefer the title of Talker to the City Lord. I am a businessman, and I even talk to many of you here. Demon lords have all dealt with each other and made ulterior deals. So I’ll cut the story short and let’s get straight to the point!”

Onion clapped his hands, and soon the meeting reports were distributed to the round table.

There was also a yellow helmet with obvious burn marks, which was presented to Onion Tou.

"Everyone, please look at the report you received, and then look at this safety helmet."

Sherlock picked up the report, which read:

"Construction safety cannot be ignored, and safety helmets will make great contributions again. The Goblin guard was frightened by the dragon's breath and suffered a heart attack. Later, relying on the medical insurance logo on the safety helmet, the dragon sent him to the designated [certain death] hospital. Rescue efforts were carried out and the body has been successfully buried."

"Okay, let's get down to business." Onion Tou threw aside the helmet and the meeting report, and then looked at the Castlevania Lords in front of him.

Oniontou slowly stood up, put his hands on the table, and said:

"Now, let's talk about some trivial matters. The dungeon master recently picked up a black dragon cub. Please return it as soon as possible, otherwise we will all be in big trouble."

Sherlock stretched out one leg and hooked the dog's buttocks to his desk. He sat on the ground with his two hind limbs curled up together, standing half of his body biting the dog's balls that were playing with his front paws. Then he used one leg to hook the dog's balls to his table. under.

Issued:

"Chi——"

Such a sound comes.

The demons looked over.

"I'm not kidding, dear lords, the dragon has issued a war warning. If the black dragon that is lost nearby is not handed over within the specified time, the dragon will cause trouble."

Onion said again.

"Dragon?" As soon as Onion Tou finished speaking, something suddenly hit him under Sherlock's table, making a "bang" sound, and then Goudan's head was knocked out from under the table, with broken stone chips. And put pieces on Goudan’s head:

"Is there a dragon coming?"

Onion frowned and asked the old beastman next to him:

"A demon lord came to the meeting with a black dragon cub? Why didn't I receive a notification?"

"We have informed you, but you said, 'It must be someone else pretending to be a black dragon cub. It's not like there is a scene like this where the city lords gather together, and everyone tries every means to show off to save face. Didn't it happen not long ago? Is there any joke about a giant pretending to be a baby dragon?' Like this."

"I know." Oniontou quickly sat up straight, looked at Sherlock, and said:

"Sherlock...Lord, please explain."

"From a technical point of view, the thing I brought is indeed a black dragon, but from a legal point of view, this black dragon cub is not a lost black dragon. In fact, he stole my private vault. , is currently serving his sentence here, so if there is a dragon looking for any missing children, I can guarantee that it is not looking for this black dragon cub."

Sherlock said calmly:

"As we all know, there is some mysterious connection between giant dragons and their cubs. If it was really the family of this black dragon cub who found it, do you think I can still sit here peacefully? "

As soon as Sherlock finished speaking, there was a loud "Boom!" and the whole building began to shake violently.

Then there was another loud "Boom!", and a huge claw broke through the wall, leaving deep marks on the ground with its sharp claws.

The claw was retracted, and then a huge dragon's vertical pupils looked in through the hole:

"Who dares to steal my child!"

The giant dragon roared like this and asked.

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