Dungeon Player

The gate of the Academy of the Dead.

“Bang, snap, snap—bang!”

When a sturdy beetle beast ran quickly and then stopped suddenly, it stopped at the gate of the Academy of the Undead.

A cloaked lich was already standing at the gate waiting. He saw the upper demon walking down from the beetle beast's shell, and quickly approached him:

"Sir Sherlock! I'm so sorry that I can't pick you up at the practice ground. There have been meetings in the school these past few days. It's really rude that I didn't greet you in person!"

Looking at Professor Bacon in front of him, Sherlock looked very enthusiastic:

"Professor Bacon, you're welcome. You have a meeting. There are a lot of things going on in the school. I can understand that. Besides, the relationship between the two of us means that there is no need to do any of this superficial work."

"It would be great if Lord Sherlock could understand."

Professor Bacon's skull face was filled with a complex expression of relief and guilt.

"By the way, this time you come to our Graduation Issues Expansion Conference. You may need to record a lot of things. I have prepared a secretary for you."

Professor Bacon said this to Sherlock. He was about to turn around and call the secretary he had found, but Sherlock had already raised his hand and said:

"No need, I brought my secretary myself."

Sherlock had just finished speaking. Behind him, the fat Goudan climbed down from the beetle beast on his hands and feet. There was a briefcase on his front paws and thin-rimmed glasses on his eyes. If Goudan was not considered, If he looks honest and honest, at least he looks pretty presentable in terms of preparation.

When Professor Bacon saw Goudan, his eyes flashed, and he became even more enthusiastic towards Sherlock:

"Lord Sherlock is so awesome. Just a few months after opening the dungeon, he has already started recruiting black dragons!"

"No, it's nothing, it's just a cub." Sherlock said humbly, and then shouted behind him:

"Goudan, this is the one I told you about, Professor Bacon."

"Hello Professor Bacon!"

Goudan pushed up the glasses frame without lenses on his nose, shouted honestly, then squeezed his wings in the middle, and bowed deeply to Bacon.

"Ah, you're welcome, you're welcome!"

Professor Bacon was startled when he saw it, and he quickly lowered his head and bowed accordingly.

Sherlock came to attend the meeting, and certainly not to see the two of them bowing to each other here.

Professor Bacon soon took him to the conference room.

In the past, Professor Bacon had always gone to Winterfell or the Eternal Kingdom dungeon to find Sherlock, but this time he invited himself to the school for a meeting. Obviously, the graduation matter did not go smoothly.

In fact, it was exactly as Sherlock guessed.

When Sherlock followed Professor Bacon and Goudan to the conference room of the Academy of the Undead, he saw a long table filled with skeletons. It was obvious that they were all Lich professors or management of the Academy of the Undead. There was also a lich sitting on the main seat, which was obviously the principal.

As usual, Professor Bacon quickly introduced Sherlock and greeted the lichs sitting in the conference room one by one.

Sherlock greeted each one seriously and then sat down.

Goudan next to him also sat down and said to a lich next to him:

"Trouble bloody chrysanthemum tea."

Then the lich was stunned for a moment, but he quickly brought a cup of bloody chrysanthemum tea and placed it in front of Sherlock.

Then Goudan stretched out his paw and took away the bloody chrysanthemum tea in front of Sherlock. He drank it with a gulp, smacked his lips, and asked:

"Any more?"

But just when the other lichs were in a daze, a lich named Lettuce who was opposite Sherlock stood up and stared at Sherlock with his empty eyes:

"Are you Lord Sherlock?"

"Ah, I just introduced you." Sherlock nodded.

"Sir Sherlock! I hope you can take the current problem seriously. Although you are helping us solve the problem of backlog of graduates, if you continue to maintain this cooperation situation, we may not be able to continue our cooperation. In fact, Yes, because of the testers you recommended, our graduation rate not only did not increase, but actually decreased!"

The lich named Lettuce said loudly:

"And because of the agreement, the equipment prepared by the Liches for the Skeleton Soldiers was taken away by your testers. Although it didn't cost much, it feels like our Academy of the Undead hacked their equipment. In the end, The main issue is the graduation rate, and the parents of those students have come to the college many times to respond!"

"That... Ms. Lettuce, it's actually not a bad thing. Those students can't graduate and there is a backlog. Can our school also charge tuition again?"

The principal sitting at the head stood up and acted like a peacemaker.

But Ms. Lettuce had already slapped the table and shouted loudly:

"Principal! Please be serious! What I am talking about is a very real problem! If this problem is not solved, it is very likely that the reputation of our Academy of the Dead will be seriously affected for thousands of years!"

The principal was yelled at by Ms. Lettuce and stopped talking.

"Actually, I don't think the problem you mentioned is a problem at all. If two lichs fight five goblins, even if they are replaced by goblins, wouldn't your graduates double into four lichs? "Sherlock said calmly:

"According to ordinary principles, a lich is a commander on the battlefield, controlling the undead army and attacking the enemy. If even creatures like ordinary goblins and goblins can defeat them, such a lich It would only be bad for graduates to go out after graduation, right?”

After Sherlock finished speaking, the other lichs quickly started discussing.

"Quiet, please be quiet!"

The principal stretched out his hand and controlled the chaotic situation on the scene.

"That's right."

The lettuce girl took out a golden stone very forcefully and put it on the table. Under the stimulation of magic power, a picture soon appeared.

In the picture, several goblins punctured many bladders. A shirtless goblin chanted magic in a strange language, and then rushed towards the skeleton bosses. With a bang, the whole picture fell into a sea of ​​fire.

The picture ends here.

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