Dungeon Player

"Then, I will put this golden stone and the general information about the ogre tribe here. If Lord Nicholas has any questions, you can contact him at any time. I will come over tomorrow with new information. .”

Sherlock picked up his coat and hat, said to the stunned Nicholas, and then left Nicholas' office.

It was not until Sherlock left the office that the frightened Nicholas finally reacted, and he swallowed hard.

Is this Lord Sherlock, the mysterious power of a superior demon? It was so terrifying. Just now, I actually thought that such a powerful high-level demon would be on the same front as the ogres. It was really ridiculous...

Nicholas thought mockingly.

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"Lord Sherlock, how do you know that Nicholas may not trust you? Judging from Nicholas's nervous appearance just now, he does have a crisis of trust in you."

After walking out of Nicholas' office, Blue said with emotion.

"The intelligence officer who went to investigate the ogre team this time is called Bond. I have investigated and he is the most experienced intelligence officer in Winterfell. For those players who directly surrender to investigate the intelligence, Bond will definitely be the most effective. He quickly reported to Winterfell, and if Nicholas received the message from Bond, he would definitely have doubts. This is something that is very easy to infer."

Sherlock said quickly, and he had already walked outside the city lord's hall.

Sherlock looked around, then walked in one direction.

"Did Lord Sherlock rely entirely on speculation? It's really amazing! After your operation, I believe that Nicholas no longer has any doubts about you, but... where are you going? ?”

Blue soon discovered that Sherlock was not going back to the Eternal Kingdom Dungeon, but was walking in the completely opposite direction.

And Sherlock did not respond to Blue. He walked to the side of the road and quickly stopped a hell carriage.

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"Pap tap tap tap..."

Accompanied by the gradually slowing sound of horse hooves, the hell carriage stopped at the entrance of a bustling downtown. Even on the side of the road, one could clearly see the people coming and going in the market.

Sherlock walked out of the hell carriage and paid for the transportation. Then he stretched out his hand and pulled the brim of his black gentleman's hat, picked an entrance to the market and walked in.

This market is obviously a distribution center for wholesale goods. Compared with the shops and shopping malls in Winterfell's business district, the goods here are slightly messier, and the prices are much cheaper.

But Sherlock was not here to wholesale goods. He walked straight to the door of a clothing store and knocked on the door of the clothing wholesale store with the crutch in his hand.

Soon a goblin opened the door and received Sherlock warmly.

"Dear Lord Demon, you are going to buy some goods... Oh! My God, are you Lord Sherlock? Is it really you?! I am not dreaming, am I? My God..."

The owner of the wholesale clothing store saw Sherlock and quickly recognized him, and began to take a deep breath quickly, as if he was a little hypoxic due to excitement.

Sherlock smiled, comforted his boss, and said:

"Don't be nervous, I'm just here to do some equations."

"You, what did you say?"

The owner of the clothing wholesale store opened his eyes wide, as if he couldn't believe what Sherlock said.

"I'm here to make equations."

Sherlock repeated it again, and the goblin boss nodded. You could clearly see that his throat moved due to nervousness, but he still quickly waved to Sherlock, and then led Sherlock towards He walked deep into the store.

The store was not very big. It mainly stored some sample clothes, fabrics, etc. The goblin took Sherlock all the way to the inner hall, and then said a little awkwardly and nervously:

"I really didn't expect Sir Sherlock to have the same hobbies as me. Of course, I don't mean to look down on you, Sir Sherlock. It's just that a great high-ranking devil like you would also like to learn, learn what? , I'm sorry that I can't say it in front of outsiders, haha, but Sir Sherlock, you are not an outsider either, you are my idol, you saved me twice, I really don't know what to do..."

The goblin kept talking, as if he couldn't stop talking. Sherlock said calmly with a smile on his face:

"Just open the door."

"Ah, I'm sorry, Lord Sherlock, I'm so excited. When I get excited, I can't stop talking. Just like what my grandma told me when she took me with her, my biggest problem is... …”

The goblin was still chattering, but Blue's voice had already filled Sherlock's mind:

"Oh my God, I have been talking since just now. I think this goblin must be very close and opportunistic with the players. Those people in the other world can chat all day long, whether on the phone. Whether you chat online or in the game, it’s all the same to them.”

Blue also started to croak, but fortunately, Sherlock had no intention of replying to them.

As the goblin shop manager chattered, one wall of his shop quickly twisted, and then turned into a gaping mouth.

This is a very private lift-through room that is hidden away.

"Lord Sherlock, the descent may be a bit fast, so please be mentally prepared."

Sherlock nodded, then walked in.

The huge mouth quickly closed, and Sherlock stood in the not-dark mouth, feeling the speed begin to drop rapidly.

"...As my grandma said, there will always be a place for you in your life, if you can't find it..."

Accompanied by the voice of the goblin manager, the elevator continued to descend. After a while, it stopped. The mouth slowly opened, and the mucus from the saliva stuck to the upper and lower jaws, connecting them into threads and then disconnecting.

"That, Lord Sherlock."

As if he was a little disappointed when he saw the destination, the goblin store manager hesitated and said:

"Can we take a picture here? And can you sign an autograph for me?"

The goblin store manager took out a hand-held magic camera from his clothes, his eyes filled with innocence and excited anticipation.

Sherlock reached out and touched the goblin store manager's head:

"Do you want to die?"

After Sherlock finished speaking, he turned to look at the dark passage in front of him, then took steps into the darkness.

After watching Sherlock disappear, the goblin store manager was stunned for a few seconds in reality. After confirming that Sherlock had really left completely, he returned to his open mouth in disappointment, then raised his leg and kicked it up and down. The inner wall of the mouth of the passage said viciously:

"Tsk, am I so bad at acting?! I didn't blackmail such a big shot. It's really abominable!"

The mouth vibrated quickly, and then a red tongue stuck out from the inner wall. He hit the goblin manager hard with the tip of his tongue, and soon a deep voice came:

"Be careful, little one, or I'll sue you for intentional injury!"

The mouth closed, and then quickly rose back.

At this time, Sherlock, who was in the darkness, had already counted the steps and reached the place he wanted to go.

A door hidden in darkness.

Sherlock stretched out his hand, grabbed the door handle accurately, and then pushed it open. In front of him, there was another completely different scene.

Countless men and women indulged themselves here, and red bloody chrysanthemum tea was passed around on the waiters' trays.

White lights surround the entire hall, which is divided into small rooms. In each small room, there is a standard table, bright lights, bookshelves, and people immersed in studying quietly.

Of course, there are some couples who are not quiet.

"You're so bad, you actually use this kind of question to test others!"

"Haha, at this level you don't know how to do it? You are such a mindless woman, a waste. Prepare to do all the questions today!"

Conversations like this also made Sherlock uneasy.

Wouldn’t you choose another place to show your affection? Also, it is so depraved to show affection in such a depraved way!

Even though Sherlock didn't want to stay in such a depraved environment for a second, he still took steps towards the other end of the hall. Soon a beastman waiter came up and asked politely:

"Do you have a reservation? If not, we only have free rooms for mathematics and chemistry. For other rooms, you may have to wait. The fastest physics room will be available in thirty minutes. The bell is over, if the guest doesn’t renew the bell.”

"No need, I am a member of Xinyue."

Sherlock showed his Xinyue membership certificate, and the other party quickly said with fear:

"Please follow me. Which of our senior tutors are you looking for? We have all kinds of tutors!"

"No, I'm here to find your boss."

"plz follow me."

The beastman heard what Sherlock said, bowed quickly, and then led Sherlock towards another corridor.

Not long after, he came to a door, bowed to Sherlock again, and then the beastman left.

Sherlock knocked on the door, and a hoarse voice came from inside:

"Please come in, the door is unlocked."

The person inside said.

(Fourth update, please recommend monthly tickets!)