Dungeon Player

A group of beastmen were fully armed, wearing standard black armor. The beastmen at the front were also carrying several huge shields.

Behind them, the words [Winterfell Special Guards] were uniformly written.

The beasts are well-trained, and the equipment on their hands is also very sophisticated. Shields open the way, and behind them are all holding crossbows and holding long swords. Each person's movements are extremely slight. Only when the scales of the armor collide will they make a slight sound. sound.

They soon arrived in front of an apartment. The leader gestured to the others with his eyes, which probably meant:

"The target inside is an extremely dangerous person. He has many years of experience in intelligence work. He is fierce and never shows mercy. Everyone must be extra careful and not let him escape!"

Others also responded with their eyes:

"I understand Captain!"

"Captain, don't worry!"

"We are also well-trained!"

"Captain, your wife ran away with someone!"

After receiving everyone's responses, the leader's eyes sharpened. He pointed to the door and made a ready gesture. Then a beastman walked up, knocked on the door with his hand, and said in an unusually kind tone. :

"Hello, I'm here to read the magic meter. Is anyone home?"

However, no one responded. After asking several times, there was still no reply.

The leader held out two fingers and nodded. Soon the man knocked on the door again and continued:

"Hello, the earthworm cover you ordered has arrived. Please open the door and get it."

But still no response.

The leading captain made a gesture with his eyes:

"Get ready to blast!"

The man who had been shouting nodded, then took out a small wire and inserted it into the lock cylinder. Not long after, the door opened with a snap.

Without saying a word, they rushed in. Some shouted, some yelled, and some fired crossbows with their eyes closed.

After everything calmed down for a few seconds, they saw that the room was quiet. There was a goblin lying on the ground, his eyes wide open. It was Bond, the former intelligence agency employee, with fear on his face. with a crossbow arrow stuck on his forehead.

"I shot someone to death?"

One of the members of the special security team asked worriedly.

"No, you didn't shoot him to death."

The captain walked over, sniffed Bond's breath, and then discovered the strangulation marks on his neck, a coil of rope beside it, and a piece of paper in his palm, which read:

[Suicide Note—Confessions of a Goblin Agent]

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"boom!"

Nicholas hit the table with a heavy fist:

"What? Bond committed suicide? The security team came to the door and committed suicide?"

"Yes, Lord City Lord, this is the full report."

The ooze monster quickly came up with a report. Nicholas took it over and looked at it briefly, and then asked:

"Where is Lord Sherlock?!"

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Twenty minutes later.

"It looks like he committed suicide out of fear of crime."

Sherlock said while sitting in Nicholas' office, looking at the report.

"Well, it seems that the situation is correct at present."

Nicholas also said solemnly:

"I have reported this matter to senior management."

Sherlock nodded, and the three hamsters investigated and discovered the secret meeting between Bond and the mysterious person. They discovered that the previous investigation of the Eternal Kingdom Dungeon was just to sow discord between the Merchant Alliance and the Eternal Kingdom Dungeon, and its ultimate goal was , which is the inheritance of Rocky Langkaimi that Shylock obtained.

There are even unknown evil forces approaching Sherlock behind the scenes.

As for Sherlock’s approach? Call the police immediately.

To be precise, it was to notify Winterfell. After all, this incident happened to Bond. Bond was Winterfell's intelligence officer. It must have been more convenient for Winterfell to handle it on its own. But I didn't expect that the other side would do it. to this extent.

The meeting between Sherlock and Nicholas ended in a cloud of sorrow. The main concern was Nicholas. After all, it was still unknown what conspiracy the people behind the scenes had and whether it would affect him, the newly appointed Lord of Winterfell.

Sherlock left the main hall of Winterfell. As soon as he walked out, Blue's voice came over:

"Lord Sherlock, it seems that this time is not easy. Judging from Fat Man's confession and his memory images, the other party has arranged a conspiracy waiting for us. Now that Bond has been silenced, it is really a big disadvantage. ah!"

"I think I might know something about the conspiracy you mentioned."

Sherlock walked to the door of a newsstand and stopped, then looked at a newspaper placed outside. The newspaper deliberately blocked all the main content of advertisements and offers, leaving only the irrelevant news content exposed. , obviously to avoid people like Sherlock who stand on the sidelines and only look at dissatisfaction.

This is not the point. The point is that the content in newspapers and periodicals reads:

[The second heir to the Eternal Fire Dungeon is about to visit Winterfell! 】

"The second-in-line heir to the Dungeon of Eternal Fire? Andrew is the third-in-line heir, right? Why is this second-in-line heir coming to visit Winterfell? Didn't he just send Andrew to prison? "

Blue immediately raised his question, and Sherlock just shrugged, saying that he didn't know, but it was obvious that the second heir to the Eternal Fire Dungeon came here at this time, not just to visit Winterfell. The city is so simple.

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Free City of Victoria.

"...That's what happened. It's really terrible!" The boss stood in front of Liluo and described in detail the scene he discovered not long ago. The second brother next to him also said with a scared look on his face:

"That's right, they tempted the fat man with delicious food. If we hadn't run fast enough, we might all have been killed by that goblin!"

"Ugh...I can still eat..."

At the feet of the two hamsters, Fat Man lying on the ground was talking vaguely with a happy expression on his face.

"What's up with him?"

Liluo, who was sitting on a chair and listening to the report from the hamster brothers, frowned and looked at Fat Mansion and asked.

"His memory was spied on by Master Sherlock not long ago, and then Master Sherlock put some more memories into it according to his request. It seems that it has not calmed down yet."

"It should be a very happy memory."

The eldest and second child said respectively.

"What did Sherlock say? Do you know the mastermind behind it? At the critical time when we are about to attack the Kingdom of Heaven, if something goes wrong, I will immediately recover the debt with interest. Have you emphasized this to Sherlock?"

Liluo didn't seem worried about Fat Mansion's condition.

"Well! We have conveyed everything the master said. Lord Sherlock also reassured the master and said: When did brother Sherlock lie to you? Such words."

The boss replied quickly.

"Ah, I see."

Liluo waved her hand and then signaled the three hamsters to go out:

"Let those hard workers work harder and train harder. If they can't even deal with the ogres, there will be no way to fight against the Kingdom of Heaven."

"Yes!" The eldest and second child quickly replied.

Afterwards, the two of them dragged Feizhai lying on the ground and walked out.

After Liluo confirmed that all three hamsters were out, she took out a crystal ball with an expressionless face. Then a picture of Sherlock began to appear in the crystal ball. Sherlock was playing with a magic prop called a computer in the Lord's Hall. , it seemed that he was the only one in the room. The black dragon cub that had always been in the lord's hall, whether male or female, was not in the room, but the black dragon's small lair was still in the corner of the room.

At this time, the door of the lord's hall was opened, and then a succubus wearing quite conservative clothes walked in. That was the succubus Evelin.

There was an inaudible "cut" sound in Liluo's room.

Liluo touched the crystal ball with her hand, and soon a voice came from the crystal ball.

"Um, Lord Sherlock?"

Evelin stood behind Sherlock's computer and asked cautiously.

Sherlock took off the headphones on his head, and then looked at Evelin in confusion:

"What's matter?"

"Well, Lord Sherlock, the dungeon doesn't seem to be very busy recently..."

After Evelin finished speaking, Sherlock was stunned for a moment. Inspections, building factories, communicating with Winterfell for meetings, reading forums, and making updates. So many things were gathered together, and even the time for playing games and learning from game management experience was reduced. I've been working for several hours. Isn't this very busy?

Evelin seemed to realize all of a sudden that she seemed to be inaccurate, and said quickly:

"No, I mean, I'm not very busy, but seeing that Lord Sherlock has been busy, I have no way to help Lord Sherlock, so I thought..."

Evelin took out two tickets, and then looked at Sherlock nervously:

"A very good play was performed in Winterfell recently, so I was wondering if I could invite you, Lord Sherlock, to watch it together."

"You mean you want to invite me to a theater performance because you feel sorry for me and I'm busy? Is that what you mean?"

Sherlock asked again.

"What? This succubus is here to hinder your great plan, Lord Sherlock, right? It's unforgivable! Fire her now! She's just here to cause trouble!"

Blue's voice suddenly appeared in Sherlock's ears, but Sherlock ignored it.

"Yes, yes, can't you..."

Evelin showed a pitiful expression.

"Actually, I have a lot of things going on recently, maybe not..." Sherlock glanced at the performance ticket in Evelin's hand. After being stunned for two seconds, he said with a smile:

"Although I am very busy, I feel that I still cannot disappoint Miss Evelin. It is an honor for me to go see it with Miss Evelin."

(PS: PY's "One Hundred Years of Great Beauty" is a professional article describing life in the Academy of Fine Arts. It has 75,000 words. You can read it~)