Dungeon Player

The incense wood in the incense burner is burning, emitting a faint fragrance.

Apple is a professional slime butler. He stood next to the incense burner, dipped a little incense burner ashes into his sticky fingers, and then stuffed it into his body.

"Well, this fragrant wood is good. I'll buy more today."

Apple said to a goblin attendant beside him.

A succubus maid ran in from outside and shouted to Apple:

"Butler, butler!"

"Keep your voice down! How can you make so much noise in Miss Lilo's manor? From now on, you can only whisper to me no matter what the occasion is!"

After Apple said sternly, the succubus maid was stunned for a moment, but she still walked to Apple, then squatted down and tried to find where the ears were.

But before the succubus maid could find her ears, the noisy sound outside had already reached her.

A group of demons stopped at the door of the beautiful manor in front of them.

The sunlight created by magic illuminated the surrounding area, and the entire manor was shrouded in a semicircular shield. Apple dragged her limp body and wore a black tuxedo and moved in front of these demons.

"Welcome, demon lords, what do you want?"

"I'm here to see Miss Fallen Angel Lilo."

"No, you're not, I am."

"You don't have to argue, Miss Liluo will only see me."

A group of demons started arguing, and the conflict began to intensify.

Just when Apple was about to interrupt the argument of these demons loudly, the sound of "clack-clack" horse hooves was heard not far away.

The "clack" sound of the horse's hooves is not obtrusive in the quiet manor. The carriage with the crisp bells is gorgeous and cumbersome in the Rococo style, and the dark appearance is also Gothic decadent and gloomy.

Two tall black hell horses pulled a black pumpkin carriage.

Apple abandoned the visiting demons and hurriedly greeted them.

As Apple walked away, she professionally put on white gloves and opened the door of the weird-style carriage.

A silver high-heeled shoe stepped on the metal steps next to the carriage door. The high and pointed heel made a "click" sound. She was wearing white goose down stockings, which reflected her pale skin. Only part of her slender legs were exposed. It was covered by a thick black tutu.

A delicate face like porcelain, slightly curly blond hair, and a small black round hat worn sideways.

The round hat is decorated with a black flower, occupying the low side of the round hat.

A pair of huge black wings shrank behind her, and the girl stepped out of the carriage.

A succubus maid came up to meet her, and three hamsters ran down from the carriage, following closely behind Lilo.

"Miss Liluo, I am the Baron of the Merchant Alliance..."

A demon walked up politely, but before he finished speaking, Lilo had already walked into the manor from in front of him without looking back.

Although the demons nearby also wanted to come forward and strike up a conversation, no one could speak, because the pressure of the fallen angel from Liluo made it difficult for them to even breathe.

It wasn't until Liluo walked into the manor that they calmed down.

"Gentlemen, as you can see, our hostess has no intention of receiving you. Please go back."

After Apple finished speaking, he asked the goblin beside him to close the iron gate of the manor.

As for the demons who came, look at me, look at you, no one can say a word.

And more and more demons who came after hearing the news are also coming here in a steady stream...

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[Laobaigan] The teahouse is located at the intersection of Winterfell's commercial district.

For residents of the underground world, drinking tea is an essential thing in life.

[Drink the strongest tea and ride the fattest bug]

Under the door of [Lao Baigan], there are words like this written in bold font.

Sherlock, who was wearing a black dress, had just walked to the door of the teahouse and could already hear the roaring sounds inside.

Sherlock pulled on his bowler hat and opened the teahouse door.

"Dong! Ding-ding-dong!"

A stone man sat in front of an old piano, tapping the keys with his fingers, making an unpleasant sound. The stone man sang a song affectionately:

"He was the one who forced me to drink lemons and laughed at my bad luck.

Heartache, grievance and tears, I can only be sour..." (Excerpted from "The Song of Lemon Essence")

The sound of singing surrounded the [Lao Baigan] teahouse, and Sherlock took off his hat and put it on the hat stand next to it.

The lights in the teahouse were dim, and the residents of the underground world were chatting loudly while drinking tea. Some drunk people were shouting and making trouble, but they were quickly thrown out by the werewolves acting as security guards.

There was a table where several beastmen gathered together. One of the beastmen was mixing several colors of tea together, and the people on the side watched excitedly.

After he mixed all the tea together, those people began to beat the table rhythmically with their fists.

"Satan, I'm afraid you'll die after drinking this cup."

The man picked up the huge cup and drank from it.

"Drink, drink, drink, drink..."

The surrounding beastmen were knocking on the table and cheering excitedly. The beastman who was drinking tea suddenly threw his head up and fell down, spitting out the tea he had just drank. There were roars of laughter from the side. sound.

But soon some beastmen noticed Sherlock walking over, and they turned their heads, showing unkind expressions.

"Devil, if you want to drink tea, go somewhere else."

One of the beastmen chewed a uranium stick, put his legs on the table, and looked at Sherlock in front of him with an evil expression.

"I'm here to find [Black Hand]. I heard that this teahouse is actually owned by him."

Sherlock was not angry at the beastman's words. He pulled up a chair and sat down.

When Sherlock said the word "Black Hand", people around him made a surprised intake of breath, and the entire teahouse became quiet for a moment. A wooden cup fell to the ground, making a very clear "bang" sound. sound.

The beastmen turned their heads and looked at the other side of the table. Several beastmen gathered there dispersed, making the sound of tables and chairs moving.

A huge boss's chair was facing Sherlock. From behind the boss's chair, a hoarse voice like a drake came:

"Why are you looking for [Black Hand]? Anyone who tries to cause trouble for him is dead."

"No, no, no, I'm not looking for trouble with him. I just heard that when he was young, he was the bravest and most powerful creature in Winterfell. He also participated in countless battles and trained countless warriors. In fact, I have thousands of people here waiting to train.”

Sherlock said calmly.

"So, you want to hire a black hand to help you train your warriors? Then you have to be prepared, his asking price is very high."

"I know this, and I'm ready for the reward."

Sherlock took out a small black handbag and placed it on the table. The black bag opened, and then several wriggling earthworms crawled out of it.

The boss' chair slowly turned around, and a white wing slapped on the table, suppressing the earthworms that were trying to escape. The wings dragged the earthworms slowly towards the host of the wings. Sitting on the boss's chair was a big white goose.

The big white goose quickly sucked in all the earthworms with its long mouth, then narrowed its eyes slightly and looked at Sherlock:

"I am the black hand."

"That's great, no more trouble. Are you free recently? Can you leave me a month's time?"

Sherlock smiled.

"Your earthworms are good, naughty enough, and elastic enough, but these words alone cannot satisfy me." The big white goose said in a male duck's voice, crossing its red legs with webbed feet:

"You have to pay attention to your words, not just Winterfell, but the entire underground world. I am the most ferocious, violent, and powerful creature. My mouth can bite you. You regret being born in this world." Go up! Anyone who dares to provoke me, I will press him against the wall and bite him, a superior demon! Just like this!"

The big white goose demonstratively stretched out its mouth to the beast man next to him, biting him crazily all over his body. The beast man let out a painful wail, and soon he knelt on the ground and shivered, surrounded by people. Most of the people looked at the white goose with fear in their eyes. There was even a beastman lying on the ground and peeing all over the ground.

Obviously, the big white goose in front of them aroused the fear deep in their memories.

"Then besides eating earthworms for every meal, what else do I need to do to be able to hire you?"

Sherlock looked puzzled.

The black-handed white goose sat back on the boss's chair and lit a uranium rod for himself with his wings:

"A clean and comfortable hay nest, a basin with water changed every day, a pond of at least fifty square meters, and a yellow-skinned duck toy that makes a sound when pinched. The most important thing is..."

The big white goose spit out a mushroom cloud:

"There has to be a hypnotic story every night."

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