Dungeon Player

After Shylock and Nicholas signed the agreement, Shylock asked to see Nicholas's trade items.

The first is the "not the most expensive" ten hell mining pickaxes brought to Sherlock from the blacksmith shop. This is a mining pickaxe that can mine gold concentrate, but it requires 500 magic stones, and Sherlock does not have that many on hand. The money will be settled with gold concentrate veins of equal value, and it can also be used to test the quality of the mining pick.

In addition to mining picks, Nicholas's caravan carried many trade items, including those from the surface world and those from the underground world.

Sherlock picked up a shroud full of sunshine, and Nicholas next to him explained:

"It is rumored that this is the shroud of the Holy Lord, but we haven't had time to identify it yet, but judging from the number of layers of magic used on the cloth, it is certain that this is at least a bishop or above. The used shroud, if held by a priest, can greatly enhance the level of divine magic. Although this thing is of no use to us underground creatures, it is still very popular in upper class society and is used as a weapon. If you make a quilt, it can keep people happy all day long. The price is not very expensive, and you can take it away with just two thousand magic stones."

"I don't really need this kind of thing. I'm a more pragmatic person."

Sherlock put down what seemed to be a shroud. What kind of foot-washing cloth costs two thousand magic stones? Has the upper class become so luxurious?

A piece of rag alone already cost two thousand magic stones. Sherlock didn't look at the rest of the crown, the big sword, the Book of Monroe, etc. The prices must be very beautiful, and these things, for For a high-level demon, they are all garbage!

"Nicholas, your products are quite good, but are there any that are more suitable for dungeon servants?"

Sherlock skipped over all these seemingly valuable commodities and then asked.

"Are they suitable for servants? There are some..." After Nicholas finished speaking, he took Sherlock to the side of a large car: "Sir Sherlock, these are suitable for servants, and the price is not very high. , is there anything you think is suitable?"

Sherlock briefly looked at a few and was quite satisfied. However, the items that were exchanged for the players did not need to be particularly large, because there were only a hundred players in total, and it was enough that 80 people could redeem them. , Moreover, which props to choose depends on how many materials the caravan can purchase.

"I think these are pretty good, but I'll let my servants decide which one they want. By the way, do you collect materials like underground spiders, killer vines, and dire wolves? If so, can you? How much?" Sherlock asked.

"Of course we have collected these materials, but Sir Sherlock, your dungeon has just started, so these basic materials should be in urgent need, right? I understand, you must have purchased these items before, right? However, If we put these goods away, the quantity will be too large, and we won’t be able to take much with us..." As Nicholas said, he was even more certain in his heart that this Sherlock was a rich demon lord. Not only did he just buy the underground After building the city, he immediately summoned a hundred goblins to participate in the construction, and even bought all the basic materials needed to build the dungeon, cast equipment, items, etc. in one go!

And because the number of newly developed dungeons has increased recently, the prices of these basic materials have also increased. Not only did Lord Sherlock buy them all, but he is even now able to export these basic materials! It is conceivable that Lord Sherlock's dungeon already has a certain combat effectiveness. The servants summoned are at least at the level of goblins, but goblins are only servants summoned by the second-level dungeon. This Lord Sherlock must buy it directly. Create two dungeons, and then merge the two cores into a second-level dungeon! After summoning the goblins, you have to arm them immediately. All of this is money. How long has it been? It's only less than half a month, right? Has this underground city called Eternal Kingdom developed so fast?

horrible! This superior demon named Sherlock is so terrifying! I'm afraid I don't have the money ability! In Nicholas's mind, he has already determined this.

"Can't we collect too much?" Sherlock became embarrassed. After all, in his plan, he planned to let players directly use these basic materials to exchange for the designated items of the caravan, but if the caravan can only purchase too few items, , I can only consider other exchange methods.

"No, no, no, of course we want to purchase all these basic materials, but if the quantity is too much, after collecting these goods, I am afraid I need to use Lord Sherlock's servants to help me send these basic materials back. Winterfell, I have a shop in Winterfell where I can sell these basic materials in the city. Of course, if you are willing to help, I will give you ten magic stones as a reward."

Nicholas said this with a pleading tone.

Sherlock also expressed his understanding. After all, merchants want efficiency. Bringing so many basic materials on the road not only takes up space but also slows down the speed. It is more rational to concentrate these basic materials in a large market for wholesale trading. Normal practice.

"Why don't you use people from your own caravan?" Sherlock asked puzzledly.

"To tell you the truth, Lord, my warehouse is relatively remote. If there are too many goods, it will probably take more time. The commissions for the escort servants of these caravans are not cheap. Half a day's commission is already far more than The price of ten magic stones. If you include the cost of teleportation, I don’t have such powerful magic power to teleport a large number of people and materials at once, and the cost of teleportation will also increase accordingly. If it is because of remuneration issues , I am willing to give you fifteen magic stones."

After Nicholas finished speaking, Sherlock patted Nicholas' arm with a smile on his face:

"Oh, Baron Nicholas, you are so polite. You and I hit it off right away. Don't talk about reward without reward. Isn't this an outlier? This kind of easy thing can be done with just one sentence. Fifteen magic stones can be worth it. Is it in the money for the mining pick?”

Sherlock followed Nicholas enthusiastically as he led the Winterfell caravan towards the Eternal Kingdom dungeon. On the way, he also gave the prices of basic materials and the cheap goods that Sherlock was interested in. Confirmed.

After Sherlock returned to the dungeon with Nicholas, the players in the dungeon discovered the caravan coming toward the dungeon with a billow of smoke and dust.

At this time, no one was training to move bricks. As long as they were in the dungeon, they all gathered here, for fear of missing the next event.

"Lord Sherlock, your servants are so enthusiastic." Nicholas followed Sherlock and sat on the seat on the back of the beetle beast at the front. He looked at the dungeon in the distance, and everyone poked their heads at the entrance and exit. The goblins said so.

What else could Nicholas say except that those goblins were enthusiastic? If they were said to be too casual and undisciplined, wouldn't that mean they were not giving Lord Sherlock face?

"They're always like this. I hope they won't scare you later." But Sherlock's expression was very normal and he didn't feel any embarrassment. These players have done more embarrassing things. What's the point of just poking his head now?

Nicholas didn't know what to say, but fortunately the caravan had already arrived at the entrance and exit of the underground city. Under the leadership of Sherlock, the caravan entered the underground city one after another.

You know, this caravan is composed of many huge armored beetle beasts pulling trucks, carrying huge hammers or broadswords, dark-skinned beastmen with huge fangs, and A group of goblins with pointed ears and noses, a werewolf covered in hair, and a stitch monster!

The surrounding players let out exclamations one after another.

"Fuck!"

"Nice!"

"Are these creatures we can choose in the future? What the hell is that sewn-up piece of meat?"

"How tough is the backend of this game! Can this pass the review?"

"Don't think about it, this is just the first test. From now on it will definitely be the river crab version."

"I thought the underground spider was scary enough. Now that I see this thing, I feel like the underground spider is like a younger brother."

"Who told me this game is boring? Look, isn't it just mounts and vehicles?"

"It's amazing, my God, the forum will definitely explode with a nuclear bomb tonight!"

"The nuclear bomb has exploded now, Umekawa Kuko posted!"

In Nicholas's view, most of the goblins watching in the aisles were saying words he couldn't understand. It wasn't that the language was incomprehensible, but that the phrases were put together so that Nicholas didn't understand what they were saying at all.

Instead, Sherlock raised his hand on the beetle beast's back and said to the players: "Please be quiet, citizens of the eternal kingdom, these are guests from afar, please pay attention to your etiquette."

With the lord speaking, these players no longer shouted loudly, but they still had expressions on their faces as if they had been seen by a ghost.

Just as the team was slowly passing through the magic barrier and entering the dungeon, Nicholas noticed that a few of the nearest goblins were staring at his beetle beast. Nicholas was still thinking that these goblins were really useless. When I saw it, a goblin suddenly rushed out. It seemed that he wanted to climb up the beetle beast, but his jumping ability was not very good, so he couldn't jump up. After all, the size of the goblin and the beetle beast were If you compare, the gap is still too big, so forget it if you haven't adjusted it up. The most important thing is that after this goblin landed, it happened to be at the next landing point of the beetle beast!

"boom!"

The beetle beast's huge front foot stepped down hard, making the sound of something being crushed.

Nicholas had already stood up, looking down at the beetle beast in horror. He had just entered the lord's dungeon, and trampled one of his servants to death in front of the lord!

Nicholas's face was completely pale. Even Nicholas, who was as gentle as a vampire baron, couldn't help shouting at this time:

"grass!"

I made myself laugh while writing this chapter, and I don’t know if my laughter level is low. If you laugh, vote.