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Chapter 157 The Crisis of Winterfell (14, please vote for monthly recommendations)

"This feeling... is the source of power of the King of Darkness! The original creation of the God of All Things..."

Goudan, with his head in the middle of the round table, looked at the vertical pupils of the giant dragon from the big hole and shouted.

Sherlock frowned, and then asked the players behind him:

"What's the meaning?"

Losing the restraint of Sherlock's coercion, Chu He immediately said:

"Goudan said that this giant dragon is his father."

"Why does Lao Xia ask us questions? Are we also involved in the plot?"

The burning chest hair on the side asked Umekawa Kuko doubtfully.

"Even the interactivity of this game is completely simulated. I have been playing it for almost three months and I am not surprised at all."

Umekawa Kuko said calmly.

Naturally, no one would care about a few goblins chatting with a kobold. After all, there was a living giant dragon in front of them.

The huge eye blinked for a moment, then gradually moved away, and then there was another loud "Boom——!"

The entire wall of the assembly hall was wiped clean from left to right by the giant dragon's claws.

Now, everyone can completely see the giant dragon outside the office.

A giant dragon covered with black scales. Judging from the exposed head and upper limbs, it is about a hundred meters long. The lizard-like head is covered with a circle of thorns around the outline. Compared with the round and fat dog eggs, the giant dragon in front of me truly explains what it means to be ferocious and terrifying.

Outside the building, screams of terror could be heard.

"Fuck...it's really a sculpture. It's more interesting than the dragon in "Game of Thrones"..."

Sylvanas said this while looking at the dragon in front of her.

"Don't mention Game of Thrones to me, I'll get angry if you mention it."

Although Umekawa Kuzi is also looking at the giant dragon in front of him and taking screenshots frantically, he is not slow at all.

"Speaking of "Game of Thrones", do you know about the third season of "Western"?"

Burning Chest Hair also said.

"I know, there are film sources."

Arthur also said.

"what are you guys saying?"

Chuhe also looked at the giant dragon and asked confusedly.

Four goblins and a kobold were chatting crazily in low voices while leisurely enjoying the plot and the realistic modeling of the dragon.

Everyone was standing ready, with serious expressions. Even many beastmen, werewolves, and other younger brothers brought by the demon lords showed more or less fear of the dragon, but only Sherlock led The five subordinates who came did not look afraid at all.

Even if others don't want to pay attention, it's a bit difficult to tell the truth.

When everyone looked over, Sherlock was still sitting on the chair, looking calm and composed.

"First of all, I want to explain something." Sherlock put one leg on the other, crossed his hands on his knees, and then said:

"How do you prove that this black dragon cub is your child?"

"Cub."

"father!"

Seeing the two black dragons, one large and one small, interacting closely, Sherlock frowned:

"Then, I have to make my attitude clear. I did not steal your child. As I said before, your child stole my private vault. He is serving a life sentence here. This is his cover. A letter of confession and repentance.”

Sherlock took out a piece of paper, and then under the influence of magic, the paper floated towards the dragon outside the building.

"Of course, I know that our rules have little binding effect on you dragons, but for this kind of matter, I think we should seek the opinions of the parties involved. Why don't we ask the black dragon cub?"

Goudan's head suddenly retracted, he flapped his wings and shouted excitedly.

"Ah! The time has come! The evil son of darkness should return to the embrace of the abyss..."

Before Goudan finished speaking, the giant dragon outside coughed twice and said loudly:

"What nonsense are you saying? You are a black dragon. You are a black dragon."

Goudan was stunned when he heard the words of the giant dragon outside. Goudan pondered for a moment and patted the kobold hoeing beside him with his paw:

"Can you say it one last time?"

"Ah?" Chuhe was stunned by Goudanwen, but he immediately reacted and said in an emotional voice:

"The Legion of the Abyss is approaching, and a horrific disaster is about to sweep across the entire underground world. Gouerdan, Lord of the Dark Flame, the Eternal Omniscient Dragon, King of the Kobolds, we need your power! Please give me the power of the Kobolds. Come on! I am willing to serve you forever! Is that so?"

"I'm not leaving, father." Goudan looked firmly at the giant dragon in front of him.

"What nonsense are you talking about! Just because these goblins are willing to be your slaves, you have to stay here?" the dragon shouted angrily.

"Father! I have grown up! I should have my own life! Build my own legend! Please let me stay here! I will never tell my mother!" Goudan yelled at the top of his lungs. His eyes were filled with tears.

The giant dragon was silent and looked at Goudan with a majestic expression. His breathing became a little heavier, and a little burning breath came out of his nostrils. He said:

"In this case, there is no other way. You should be punished if you do something wrong. Next time you steal someone else's treasury, don't be discovered by others, you know? Pay attention to your own safety. I will go out for a few years and come back to pick you up. Alas, there is really nothing we can do when the child is older. By the way, what you just said, don’t tell mom, or you won’t be allowed to play out next time. Is your name...Mr. Sherlock? Well, please take care of my child, Black Dragon Young The cub eats slowly, so don’t rush it. The cub is more afraid of being alone and needs someone to accompany him. Just spend 24 hours a day with him. Then I’ll go, baby, be good.”

After the dragon finished speaking, it flapped its wings, and the hurricane it stirred up caused chaos in the assembly hall, and many people could not even stand up.

The figure of the giant dragon was already drifting away, and soon it was out of sight.

"Okay, the matter of the black dragon cub has been resolved. Is there anything else?" Sherlock asked as he sat on a chair, pulled on his windbreaker, flicked the dust on his shoulders.

"There is another little thing, Lords!" Onion put his hands on the table and said seriously:

"The Merchant Alliance hopes to temporarily hire your strength. We may be about to face an unprecedented crisis!"

…………

Thirty minutes later, in the office of the Lord of Winterfell.

"Lord City Lord, why don't you let the Eternal Kingdom Dungeon compensate us for our losses? The lord himself suggested that some appropriate humanitarian compensation could be made." The old orc put a cup of Fire Mountain mud on the Onion City Lord's head. In front of the table, hot bubbles were rising in the mud of the Flame Mountain.

"Alexander, the Grand Duke's son, once mentioned Lord Shylock to me. Although I am not very clear about the relationship between Lord Shylock and Alexander, it would be good to use this time as an opportunity to get to know Lord Shylock. The most important thing is..."

The Onion City Lord leaned back on his chair, took a sip of the Flame Mountain mud in his hand, and said in a deep voice:

"Most demons are afraid of Longwei, but those goblins and kobolds have no fear at all. That lord is not simple."

Onion narrowed his eyes:

"Next, there will be a very difficult period in Winterfell. We show our kindness to him, and he will help us in the future. After all, everything can be used for ulterior transactions."

"I understand, Lord City Lord."

The old orc nodded and said.

…………

At the same time, in the office of the Ancient Relics Archaeological Team No. 85.

"Mr. Roxy, you are late. The meeting is over."

The beast was holding his own sleeping bug black tea, frowning, and looking at Sherlock who walked in before him.

"I know, I just came to confirm something."

Sherlock walked to the Beast's desk alone, and then saw a pile of documents. He took one and asked:

"Is this the report of today's archaeological meeting? So, is that thing true?"

The beast nodded seriously.

"I see."

Sherlock took the documents and walked out of the office. Outside the office, there were a group of servants waiting for him.

On the document held by Sherlock, black fonts read——

[Archaeological Discovery Document No. 85 of Ancient Relics: Whispers of the Ancient Gods]

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