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In the broken conference room of Winterfell, the walls once destroyed by the black dragon have not been restored, and this is already the best conference room in Winterfell.

A superior demon sat on a chair, surrounded by only the simplest candles as lighting tools. Winterfell, which had lost the core of the dungeon, was in complete darkness.

"I don't know him." The upper demon sitting on the chair said in a very calm tone.

"W-what?" Onion City Lord's first reaction was whether he had heard wrongly, and he asked repeatedly:

"Wait a minute, Lord Alexander, if you don't know Lord Sherlock, why did you show so much importance to Lord Sherlock before?"

"To be precise, Lord Sherlock doesn't know me, but I know him, or have heard of him." Alexander, who was sitting on a chair and hidden in the darkness, continued:

"I am coming to Winterfell this time. On the one hand, I am here to visit on behalf of my father. On the other hand, it is also because I heard that Lord Sherlock is here, so I wanted to come over and have a look. As for the specific details, I'm sorry that I can't disclose them. Too much."

After Alexander finished speaking, the Onion City Lord frowned:

"I see, Lord Alexander, can I ask you another question?"

"Okay, no problem at all."

"Where were you when the believers of the ancient god attacked us? Please don't get me wrong. I am definitely not doubting you. It's just that you were at the meeting like us at that time, right? I and other lords, when we woke up, all You were naked, but you were fully clothed when you appeared..." The Onion City Lord's eyes became sharp.

"Regarding this issue, I have written a letter directly to the top of the Merchant Alliance. I know what the city lord is suspecting. You can absolutely rest assured that I am not from the Ancient God Legion." Alexander said with a smile:

"But something like this happened in Winterfell. Whether you can still be the city lord is a question. I think it is more appropriate for you to care about yourself than caring about me. In addition, I should leave here. If you After you step down as city lord, if you don't have a job, you can come to my father's principality. I think you are still very capable."

After speaking, Alexander stood up, patted the Onion City Lord on the shoulder, and then walked out.

The Beastman Beast Senior behind the Onion City Lord, although he looked extremely thin, still glared angrily at Alexander who spoke rudely in front of him. Unfortunately, eyes cannot kill.

After Alexander left the conference room, the beast struck the air with a rapid combination of punches that were so fast that they even made a cracking sound.

"This Alexander is really bullying! How could you be dismissed, my father-in-law! Winterfell grew up in your hands!" The beast said fiercely: "If he dares to appear in front of me again If so, I will beat him until his teeth are all over the floor!"

"Beast..." Onion suddenly slumped down on the chair in despair and looked at the ceiling:

"Father-in-law may not be able to take care of you anymore..."

"What? Father-in-law, what are you talking about? You married your daughter to me, and you will be responsible for me until the moment I die!"

Beast said with a frightened look on his face.

"Such a thing happened in Winterfell. The Merchant Alliance will not let me go. A plan to deal with me will be released soon. In fact, I have already received a lot of news. The best thing this time is probably to I will be sent to prison for reform through labor." Onion continued to say softly:

"My daughter passed away early, and the only one I can't worry about is you. Although you are not my biological son, in my opinion, you are no different from my biological son. After I left, there are many people who are dissatisfied with you. There are many, and the new Lord of Winterfell will never keep you. The most important thing is... you have too many tricks."

"Handle, handle...what?" The beast's eyes flickered, but the Onionhead City Lord looked at the beast with a loving face, and motioned the beast to kneel in front of him. The Onionhead City Lord reached out and touched the beast's permed wavy curls. With a bald head, he said:

"Although on the surface you look like a good kid with permed hair, tattoos, and smoking metal rods, in fact I know your special hobby. You believe in the Holy Light." Just after the Onion City Lord finished speaking, the beast's face turned pale. There was a big change, but Oniontou quickly said:

"Don't worry, only you and I know about this matter, as well as the aunt who cleans the office, my secretary, uh, Xiao Wang in the office, and the captain of the security team, ah, there is also a class reunion..."

"Father-in-law!" The beast knelt in front of the Onion City Lord with a painful look on his face. He said with regret:

"I didn't mean it! Whether it's studying or believing in the Holy Light, that group of people took me there. Once when we were socializing, several people said they would take me to see good things..."

"Stop talking, I know you are still a good kid at heart, and I won't betray you, but... I can't protect you." Onion touched the wavy bald head of the beast and said:

"Resign, don't be in the Merchant Alliance. After your incident is exposed, the Merchant Alliance will not tolerate you..."

"Father-in-law! You have to save me!"

"...The Merchant Alliance may punish you by cutting down trees!"

"If I don't leave, I think I should fight until the end for the Merchant Alliance."

Senior Beast suddenly looked determined, even a little expectant.

"Bastard! You have to go! I've found your next home for you." The Onion City Lord suddenly took out a letter and handed it to the beast:

"Go to the Eternal Kingdom Dungeon and find Mr. Sherlock. Don't think about asking for salary or benefits. Remember to work hard every day. Food and accommodation will be included. Wait until I get out of prison. Come out, I will come to find you, in the meantime please ask Lord Sherlock to take care of you, otherwise the Merchant Alliance will never let you go!"

"I understand." The beast accepted the letter from the Onion City Lord with a serious face, but the Onion City Lord suddenly said loudly:

"Bastard! I can tell what your plan is just by looking at your eyes. Do you plan to wait until I'm captured, surrender, and then go chop down the tree! Why don't you repent!"

"father in law……"

"You swear! You swear in the name of the Holy Light!" Onion City Lord shouted ferociously.

Although the beast wanted to resist, when he saw the look in his father-in-law's eyes, he couldn't resist. He raised a hand with tears streaming down his face:

"I, the beast, swear in the name of the Holy Light..."

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Five days later.

Eternal Kingdom Dungeon Lord Hall.

"So... is this the reason why you came to seek refuge with me?" After listening to what the beast in front of him said, Sherlock picked up the letter sent to him by the Lord of Onion City.

[To the most respectable Lord Sherlock - Onion]

“Fifty thousand magic stones;

One thousand units of various ores;

One thousand units of wood;

Ten thousand sets of weapons and armor at Winterfell;

…”

Sherlock put down the letter filled with heavy fatherly love in his hand, looked at the beastman in front of him, and stood up.

He grabbed Goudan by the wings, opened the door, and threw Goudan out.

He put his hand on the beast's sweaty shoulders kindly, then asked him to sit down, and then said:

"Oh, your father-in-law and I have been old friends for many days. Although we haven't known each other for a long time, we hit it off right away. It feels like we knew each other when your father-in-law was still in the womb. By the way, When you come to my place, it's like coming to your own home. Relax and don't have any psychological burden. The people here are very nice. Although there are a small number of people who may behave a little strange, but don't mind. You used to I know you are a big boss. I will definitely not arrange a position as a clerk for you. I have arranged a position for you as a leader. By the way, salary and holidays..."

The beast showed a sad smile and said:

"Lord Sherlock, my father-in-law will definitely not be the Lord of Winterfell. If he steps down from office, I will probably be implicated, so I will soon be a wanted criminal. How can I still ask for so much? .”

"I understand, don't worry, the job I've arranged for you is definitely suitable for you."

Sherlock nodded, and then said with the beast:

"Come, let me give you a detailed introduction to our underground city..."

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Zhuo Genbao stood at the door of the Lord's Hall, looking towards the inside of the Lord's Hall with the other players beside him.

Just now, a beastman rode a beetle beast and came to the Eternal Kingdom dungeon. The beastman looked dusty, wearing a cloak, jumped off the beetle beast, then wrapped himself in the cloak and took one last puff. The uranium rod swallowed the uranium rod, and with a tough-guy expression on his face, he vomited a mushroom cloud.

Then, under the gaze of the players, he walked into the dungeon.

Sherlock had already received the news and was waiting for the beastman at the door, and then went in to discuss the matter until now.

Many players have speculated: This may be preparation for the third test of new professions and races!

The dog egg was thrown out in the middle, and then the player took it away. They lit a fire and set up a pot to stew the dog egg. Although it was said to be stewed, it was actually not needed at all. It was just to give the dog egg a bath.

Zhuo Genbao followed the players and waited there. After a long time, the door to the Lord's Hall finally opened.

I saw Lao Xia greeting the beastman very affectionately, walked up to the players, and said:

"This will be our Holy Light Chief Priest from now on! We will build a Holy Light Chapel here! Everyone applauds."

(PY "Speaking for the Dead": 1.7 million words, homicide detective type.)

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