Dungeon Player

"They seem to be developing the plot themselves. To be precise, they think they have discovered the so-called plot clues and are currently digging into it."

After hearing Sherlock's question, Blue quickly answered.

"Why don't you want to work hard to move bricks, go to the site to play dungeons, move bricks in factories, and play a few life-and-death games in the arena? Instead, you run around and take care of Samael's conspiracy. Samael's old man Even if this guy devours Winterfell, what does it have to do with them?"

Sherlock said with a tired look:

"I'm so busy with things right now, don't these guys know how to be considerate of me?"

"Although they are tool people, they are also tool people with ideas and ideals. If they choose between daily life and hidden plots, they prefer to hide the plot. But Sir Sherlock, don't be pessimistic. There are also close to a quarter of them. Are you working hard on the strategy copy to achieve your great dungeon goal, Lord Sherlock?"

Blue said comfortingly:

"And as soon as the third test is launched, there will be even more people. Sir Sherlock, we don't need to worry about anything."

After hearing what Blue said, Sherlock nodded in agreement.

As he was talking, the door of the lord's hall was pushed open, and then a black dragon cub walked in. As he walked, he said to a goblin player following him:

"Continue to increase publicity efforts to let the residents of the old city know that the relocation is for them to have a better life, and the demolition compensation will be provided. First, pay the IOU. When has my brother Goudan ever deceived people? Yes. Well, our Black Dragon Investment Co., Ltd. needs to hurry up and find your best designer to help me design the site. It must have a treasure den of the Black Dragon, and the shape must be beautiful. It must be more grand and beautiful than the Eternal Kingdom Adventurer's Guild."

Goudan said a series of words, and the player took a notebook to record, and then said a little embarrassed:

"Can you please slow down the resettlement and demolition of the poor? I have to attend guild activities tonight to open up the Academy of the Undead."

"I know you are busy, but my company's matter is a big one and cannot be slowed down. This is a hidden mission. I have completed my blessing to you Black Dragon. Go quickly."

As soon as he heard that there were hidden tasks and rewards, the goblin player immediately became excited, turned around and went out.

Goudan had obviously mastered the correct way to communicate with these players. After motivating the players with the excuse of a mission, Goudan walked towards the cabinet in the house where the bloody chrysanthemum tea was placed.

"Why do you think that ever since Master Sherlock asked him to play the role of a rich man who invested in Winterfell, his behavior has become a little strange? Sure enough, a chuunibyou can take on any role at will with his own imagination? "

When Goudan started making bloody chrysanthemum tea for himself, Blue couldn't help but say.

"Goudan." Sherlock didn't answer Blue, but looked at Goudan who was making tea and shouted.

"Please call me Mr. Dan." Goudan held the bloody chrysanthemum tea cup, turned around gracefully, and raised his lizard head proudly:

"I already have a complete plan to develop the old city. Those goblins and kobold goblins usually look stupid, but I didn't expect them to be very talented in business. After taking over the old city, first of all I will Open a large chain of foot washing cities, and everyone in the underground city of Eternal Kingdom will go to work at my place."

Goudan was still talking and looking forward to his non-existent future. Sherlock had already walked over, holding Goudan's wings and lifting him up. At the same time, he put the bloody chrysanthemum tea in his hand on the table. With Goudan's big innocent eyes, Sherlock asked:

"Goudan, although I appreciate the fact that you are very good at acting, I don't need the whole set of plans for the old city development area you just mentioned. I have other uses for the old city."

"I understand, Lord Sherlock."

After Goudan was picked up, he seemed to have regained his lordship and spoke with an aggrieved look.

Sherlock originally wanted to reprimand him a few words, but after seeing Goudan's expression, he stopped saying anything. After putting Goudan down, he patted Goudan on the back of his head:

"Let's go out and play by ourselves."

"Slimy."

In front of Gou Dan, Sherlock began to drink the bloody chrysanthemum tea that Gou Dan had just brewed.

Goudan turned around three times, looking at the bloody chrysanthemum tea in Sherlock's hand with a look of reluctance, but still walked out.

The voices of players came from outside the Lord's Hall:

"Goudan! There is a demolition household that is unwilling to move. What should we do?"

"What do you call Goudan? You call me Mr. Dan and you don't want to leave? Are you dissatisfied in some way? These unscrupulous people..."

The sound began to fade away.

"Sir Sherlock, you made the right choice to choose Goudan as your spokesperson. According to Goudan's brainstorming ability, he has completely taken on the role of a giant businessman."

Blue finished speaking with praise, and then asked:

"How does Master Sherlock plan to use the land in the old city? I think chain foot washing cities is a good idea. We can also provide some special services. Let me give you a hint. The card application starts at 50,000, and then Thai massage. I think There’s something going on!”

"Then the police will say that you are involved in false propaganda and arrest you for not providing special services. Maybe they will take back the old city on the grounds of illegal business."

After Sherlock finished speaking, Blue sighed:

"Lord Sherlock is really skilled."

"Let's not talk about this for now. Regarding Samael, you can use the mission to guide us."

After hearing Sherlock's words, Blue asked strangely:

"I understand, I will ask players to try not to pay attention to infectious diseases."

"No, it's not to stop them from investigating, but to guide them with tasks so that they don't let them do things like forcefully breaking into the hospital and attracting the attention of the authorities." Sherlock said:

"I don't object to developing plots by myself. When I think about it, it actually reduces my workload, which is good, but I have to be low-key in everything I do."

"I see, Master Sherlock is really far-sighted." Blue licked again, and then fell silent, apparently going to work.

At this moment, a group of people burned out in the core of the dungeon, and a letter was spat out from the flames. The cover of the letter read——

[To Lord Sherlock of the Eternal Kingdom Dungeon—Invitation Letter to the Arena in the Northern Underground World]

"Dear Lord Sherlock:

Hello, this is an invitation letter from the underground world arena in the north.

We sincerely invite you, as one of the technical shareholders of our northern underground world, to watch the first chicken-eating gladiatorial competition in our arena starting tomorrow. We hope that Sir Sherlock can attend on time.

Love your northern underworld arena. "