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The appearance of Sherlock was unexpected by Frangipani. Didn't that hoe really have his own magic? Was his plan exposed from the beginning? If that's really the case, why not just come out and beat yourself to death in the first place?

In all this, Plumeria can only think of one possibility, that is, this was something Sherlock did on purpose, to humiliate himself!

Frangipani suddenly became angry, and he used all the magic power in his body at once. This was the magic power he had accumulated bit by bit from Sherlock's restriction during this period. Although it was still not close to being strong, if he could break through it all at once, If Sherlock is restrained, he will be completely liberated, and he is guaranteed to be able to hold down Sherlock and beat him!

Wash away all the humiliation of the past few days!

Plumeria thought so and did the same. He began to gather the magic power on his body. He could feel the power gathering and becoming stronger. The same kind of power made him confident, comfortable and powerful as before. Can you still remember that you are one of the top commanders of the Ancient God Legion...

"boom--!"

With a loud noise, Frangipani felt her turtle shell being hit hard, and then she fell unconscious and lost consciousness.

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Frangipani felt that he had had a long dream. In the dream, he was tied to a chair by Sherlock and interrogated him crazily. Then, there were three black cats, Pineapple, black dragon and dog eggs, and parrot Phoenix. Sabi appeared in front of him, their faces distorted, mocking him crazily.

Although I have become accustomed to office bullying during this period, in my own mind, it is too miserable to have to endure such bullying.

However, these dazed consciousnesses did not last long. Frangipani opened his eyes again and found that he was in a house.

The room is square and covered with various posters. It looks very simple and elegant. The main problem is——

This is where? who I am? Why am I here?

Plumeria was silent for a moment, and then she felt that some strange memories were stuffed into her head. She had a strange name and went to school in a strange place. As for why she went to school? Frangipani is not very clear on this issue either.

He stood up in confusion, his body seemed to be telling him - let's go! Move towards better learning!

What the hell...

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"Lord Sherlock, your magic stone extraction equipment is running quite well."

Yoda stood in front of Sherlock, watching the operation of the huge equipment, which was the new equipment Sherlock had brought back from Winterfell.

"Well, magic technology is advancing very fast now. This is already the third generation of magic stone extraction equipment, right? Obviously there has been no race on the ground world to extract it in the past few thousand years."

Sherlock nodded and looked at the equipment operating in front of him with great appreciation.

"Sir Sherlock, magic stone extraction has always been a key subject in magic energy expertise. Even if it is not used now, the technology is still being updated all the time."

Yoda stood beside Sherlock and explained very professionally.

In addition to Sherlock and Yoda, behind them stood Lich Academic Master, Black Cat Pineapple, Black Dragon Goudan, Phoenix Phoenix, and other employees of the Eternal Kingdom Dungeon.

The machine that extracts magic stones looks like a large water tank filled with liquid. It is filled with various runes, magic energy components, and a not very large core.

In the liquid, you can clearly see an old turtle floating in it, which is the plumeria.

In prison, Sherlock caught a naked turtle plumeria. At this moment, Sherlock was using it to experiment with the latest version of the magic stone extractor.

After all, it is a new version. If it is unstable or there is something wrong, causing a large-scale death of his captives, how many magic stones will be lost? Again, although Sherlock has no feelings for the races on the ground, but He is definitely not a murderous maniac. Taking pleasure in the pain of others can only be done by ancient demons.

In this new era, who will do these useless things?

"Judging from the current physical condition of Frangipani, those humans can completely withstand this new model of magic stone extractor. Lord Sherlock, you can rest assured!"

After checking the relevant data, Yoda said this to Sherlock.

"Lord Sherlock is really awesome. Soon our dungeon will become the only dungeon in thousands of years that uses humans to extract magic stones, right?"

The succubus Evelin next to her also said this with excitement.

Only the Lich Academic Master asked expressionlessly:

"But what kind of extraction experience has Lord Sherlock set up for Frangipani? His mood swings are a bit big."

"Ah, it's nothing. Send him to study nine years of compulsory education, science, and law, which are chosen by the university."

After Sherlock finished speaking, no one else understood clearly. Isn't it ninety years of compulsory education for high-ranking demons? What is studying law?

Although I don’t quite understand what it is, it sounds very powerful.

"Since there is no problem, that's good. Let's buy a hundred sets of this equipment and test it first."

Sherlock turned to the top student behind him and said:

"Please arrange it. First, select a hundred humans to extract a magic stone. Don't adjust the intensity too much. I don't plan to kill these humans. They just need to contribute their magic power to create magic stones for me. "

The Lich Academic Master nodded and quickly left to do his work.

The magic machine in front of him stopped after running for a while. Yoda saw it and said:

"Ah, Lord Sherlock, the first round of operation of this machine has been completed, but because Plumeria is not a race of light, no magic stones were extracted in this round."

Sherlock nodded, and then looked at the dying plumeria in front of him, who was still talking to himself:

"No, I really can't do it anymore. Don't come over. Don't come over for the Huanggang test paper!"

Sherlock hesitated for a moment, but couldn't help turning his head and asked:

"It's really safe, no one will die, right?"

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The blond George was sitting in a dark cave. Although he was not wearing any clothes, the temperature change in the cave was not as big as that in the ground world, and it was still very warm.

The blond George had been planning how to escape during this period, and never gave up his escape plan for a moment.

Not long after entering the prison, the blond George had already finalized an escape plan!