Dungeon Player

The jealousy in Andrew's heart has reached an uncontrollable level. He clearly knows that reporting Sherlock may have some serious diplomatic consequences, but the feeling of being filled with lemons and jealousy that explodes in the air is really unbearable. Controlled.

Under normal circumstances, a mysterious and powerful upper-level demon like Sherlock should logically be the target of Andrew's wooing.

The content of Andrew's report letter was very simple. It briefly explained the status of the competition, and that the Eternal Kingdom dungeon had arranged for nearly two thousand goblins to participate in the competition. The lord named Sherlock did not pay any attention to his subordinates. Their lives were in danger. Nearly two thousand subordinates were killed or wounded, but only a hundred or so survived!

The content was extremely tragic, and the response from the trade union was extremely fast.

Immediately started to adjust the schedule and check the employment situation in the dungeon called Eternal Kingdom. The result was that in the entire Eternal Kingdom dungeon, the only registered employees were Simba, Moros, Mufasa and a top student.

Among them, Simba and Mufasa even went to work in the Eternal Kingdom underground city indirectly through the merchant alliance, and Moros was directly hired.

As for the academic masters, as Liches are an undead race, they are not under the jurisdiction of the union at all, they are just registered.

Then this union has no employment records in the Eternal Kingdom Dungeon at all. As for the two thousand goblin goblin employees, they are not organized through the union? That is simply impossible!

So not long after Andrew burned the report letter, he received a reply from the labor union:

[To Lord Andrew]

"Dear Lord Andrew:

There are no two thousand employees in the Eternal Kingdom Dungeon. They only have four recording employees. Please do not report false information, we are very busy. "

After reading the extremely short letter, Andrew crumpled it into a ball and watched with extreme jealousy as Sherlock's airship slowly lifted into the sky and left the budget selection venue. He thought sourly in his heart:

This Sherlock is so terrifying that he even has connections in the trade union. It’s so sad!

When Andrew was so sore, Sherlock just glanced at Andrew from the corner of his eye on the airship that was slowly rising into the sky and paid no more attention to him.

"Lord Sherlock, I thought you would spend several days in this [Dark Knight] competition. After all, it is a big plot no matter how you look at it! I didn't expect that you would let those players go all out to defeat the foreign enemies. Allow them to have a civil war. Tsk tsk, you deliberately let a few of the more powerful players go, which can easily delay the plot for a long, long time. Maybe you can just let the players prepare for the next game for a few days."

Blue's words appeared in Sherlock's ears.

"Why would I do this? If we let a few non-player aboriginals enter the promotion competition, wouldn't they definitely win? Why do you think I am supplying them with unlimited magic power for my own stimulation? That's one hundred thousand magic stones. .”

After Sherlock finished speaking with emotion, Blue quickly continued:

"No, because your genius planning has always been a bad plan on the forum. I mean, you are famous for your black-hearted planning. Many players have speculated that in this [Dark Knight] event, you may have another suffocation operation. Maybe in the end The winner is an NPC, so he can legitimately not produce legendary equipment, and at the same time, he can deceive players into working hard. Some people even just discussed on the forum whether the planner has been replaced, and whether someone has ghostwritten this plan. doubts."

"Is that so? Then if I just hack their legendary set, will they be happy?" Sherlock asked with some anticipation.

"No, please don't do this. The consequence of this can only be a large-scale withdrawal from the game. If the game operator cannot even fulfill its own promises, it will be a worse situation than a black-hearted plan." Blue is very sincere. A sincere offer.

"Then there's nothing to say. The Dark Knight Competition was originally a farce of giving away money. It was just a way for Onion to enhance his reputation. Although there may be a twist behind it, it has nothing to do with me. I don't I don’t care much. As for Andrew, his strength is indeed good. He seems to be a high-ranking demon who uses jealousy to improve his strength. But by the same token, I don’t care much about him." Sherlock thought for a while and said seriously:

"Compared to these trivial matters, how is the player named Mark Pineapple doing lately?"

"The performance is okay. He is constantly completing hidden tasks according to our guidance. But why doesn't Master Sherlock really give him to the Eternal Kingdom dungeon later, but let him stay in Winterfell?"

Blue asked with confusion.

"Because he is a pilot subject. I still don't know how most players will use to create wealth for me after entering Winterfell. This Marco Pineapple is a very good experimental subject. Continue to use hidden tasks Hanging him, I need more test information."

Sherlock said in a commanding tone.

"I understand, Lord Sherlock."

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In a blacksmith shop somewhere in Winterfell.

A black iron dwarf is using a magic furnace to create an iron tool, which can be seen as a hammer.

Beside him, there was a goblin handing over various tools with quick hands and feet.

At first glance, it looks like a scene of a master master leading an apprentice. There is nothing wrong with it. But if you look closely, you can see that there is a very strange green font on the head of the goblin. It is not underground. The lingua franca of the world is a Chinese character from another world - [Marco Pineapple].

"Bang bang!"

The dwarf blacksmith hammered the tool a few times at the end, looked around with satisfaction, and then shouted in a rough voice:

"Okay, another order completed."

He casually put the tools into the box next to him. The box was filled with almost all of Yang's tools.

Marco Pineapple quickly took out a small notebook and recorded it.

The dwarf blacksmith sat down, took out a metal rod, put it in the furnace that was still on, heated it, and then put it to the side of his mouth, making a "sizzling" sound and bursts of green smoke.

The dwarf blacksmith took a sip of relief, then looked at Marco Polo and asked:

"Pineapple, your name is pretty good. Did your parents give it to you? He's very manly and tough."

"Ah, I did it myself." Marco Pineapple said cautiously.

As a player, after suffering a lot of bad words and talking nonsense at the beginning, Marco Pineapple has now paid great attention to the issue of sense of substitution, especially when he used BUG to enter the life of Winterfell, so he should pay more attention to it. It’s a matter of speaking.

In addition, he dare not get hurt or die. He eats and sleeps on time every day. In the game world, his life is more regular than in reality.

"Well, it's still pretty good." The dwarf blacksmith took another breath, then blew out a smoke ring and said with a smile:

"By the way, I heard you say that you came from the Eternal Kingdom Dungeon. Isn't the Eternal Kingdom Dungeon a good place? I heard that Lord Sherlock is a lord with a very strong background and strength. How are you doing? Defected?"

"Defection? No, no, no, how could I defect to the Eternal Kingdom Dungeon? I just came out to make some money. I got Lord Sherlock's permission. I can take on special tasks every day." Marco Pineapple said casually, and then he remembered that he seemed to have not paid attention and said the wrong thing. Sure enough, the dwarf blacksmith was stunned:

"Special mission? What mission?"

"No, there is no special mission." Marco Pineapple looked around, then whispered:

"Lord Sherlock asked me to come to Winterfell to experience it, and said he would entrust me with an important task."

"Oh, that's good. It's a pity that you can't work with me for too long. I still admire you very much. You are more diligent than most people."

The dwarf blacksmith nodded, then took out a card, handed it to Marco Pineapple, and said:

"Here, this is the new magic stone card I got for you. This is also your salary for the past half month."

Marco Pineapple was so excited that the magic stone card was in the hand of the dwarf blacksmith, and at the same time, the voice of this system sounded in his mind:

[Ding, congratulations on completing the hidden pre-plot task·The first pot of gold]

[Ding, automatically accept new hidden plot pre-missions·Stand firm]

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