Dungeon Player

The originally cyan slate glowed gray under the magic street lamp.

Under the light and shadow, the elongated shadow of teeth and claws was accompanied by a small mouse quickly passing through the street.

In Winterfell, those residents who longed for a peaceful underground world turned off the magic lights in their homes as night fell, kissed their family members' foreheads, and enjoyed the benefits of the night with a peaceful expression...

The smell of burning, all sorts of weird other smells, and the raucous underworld nightlife.

"Grilled skewers! Grilled skewers! Fresh and saucy earthworm skewers! Even with soil! Not saucy or sour, no money required!"

"Can't these prices be cheaper? Can the stuff used to sew up monsters really not be cheaper? It's not about eating, I sewed it on him."

"Young man~ Come here~ The learning materials here are really good~ Come and study~"

"No, no, it will hurt your body."

Under the magical lights, both sides of the street are filled with various stalls. Goblins, werewolves, beastmen and other strange creatures from the underground world are coming and going. The stall owners are selling various mosaic-covered products. merchandise goods.

"Ulalalalala~!"

A goblin with a punk haircut rides on a colorfully dyed bipedal bird, whizzing through the chaotic streets accompanied by screams.

A beastman riding a young beetle beast also chased behind the bipedal bird with "Ula uh, uh, uh!" in his mouth.

This caused a burst of yelling and curses from the people nearby.

An old beastman jumped up, smashed the bottle in his hand at the two young guys who were chasing birds and insects in front of him, and yelled:

"Today's young people! They don't have any speed at all! They are so slow as shit! I used to ride a beetle beast in the Tyumen pit to chase insects. I used my prostate to go through the corners. None of the slimes in the car deformed. The goblins were all special. You're going to eat my ass from behind! It's really rubbish!"

After the old beast man finished cursing, he walked back towards his shop tremblingly, and said to a young beast man in the shop:

"Takuto! Hurry up and send the slime away!"

A tall man, covered in a black cloak, walked through the crowd, walked past the old beastman, sat down in the old beastman's shop, raised his hand and said in a hoarse voice:

"A plate of slime."

The old beastman returned to the kitchen operation room and soon brought a trembling little slime with wide eyes. The old beastman skillfully inserted the straw into the little slime's belly. superior.

The little slime closed his eyes tightly and made a cute voice:

"Mugh!"

The man lowered his head and looked at the cute slime in front of him.

"This is how we eat it in our store. When you suck it, don't suck it all. Leave half of it. If I mix it with some water, it will grow back."

A young beastman named "Takutu" said this.

The tall man nodded, then stretched out a gloved hand, held the straw, and moved it closer——

Storm inhalation.

The little slime was stretched and deformed by his sucking. He quickly finished half of it and continued to suck.

"No--!"

The slime let out a sharp scream, then stretched out an arm, took the straw away from itself, jumped up, and punched the tall man hard with its sticky fist.

He said in a rough voice that was completely opposite to the cute voice just now:

"Fuck you old (beep), you can't understand the lingua franca of the underground world. I'm going to be sucked dry by you old (beep). I quit, resign. I can't do this job anymore. I encounter it every day." Country bumpkin is a bad guy."

The slime jumped off the table and quickly ran to the kitchen, where there was a quarrel and ping-pong-pong sounds.

The little slime quickly dragged a small suitcase and headed outside. When passing by the tall man, he spat hard:

"Ho-poof!"

Then he cursed and left.

When the slime left, Sherlock, who was wearing a windbreaker, happened to walk by him, and then looked at the mysterious tall man sitting in the shop.

Sherlock walked over and sat opposite him.

"haven't seen you for a long time."

Sherlock said directly:

"Why do you want to meet here? I thought I would choose, for example, the highest tower in Winterfell, or a deserted alley or something."

"Lord Sherlock." The man hidden in the cloak made a hoarse voice, twisted his head, looked at the face hidden in the darkness, faced Sherlock, and continued:

“I have come to deliver the word of the One.”

Sherlock frowned, waiting for the next words of the man in front of him.

The tall man was also silent. After the two faced each other for a few seconds, Sherlock raised his hand in an inviting gesture:

"Continue? What did that person say?"

“I am the glory that was, that is, and that is to come.

I am a call from hell,

the eternal resister of oracles,

Resist the holy religion from the hatred of heaven,

Leaving heaven and running towards..."

The tall man made a hoarse, epic voice.

But before he finished speaking, Sherlock raised his hand and swiped the cloak of the man in front of him away.

Three white and black hamsters stacked on top, middle and bottom were revealed.

The hamster on the top was pinching his neck. It was obvious that the hoarse sound just now was made by it, because the cloak was lifted suddenly, and the sound stopped suddenly, and it looked at Sherlock in front of him with wide eyes.

The hamster in the middle was holding a large fruit in its two little paws, and was gnawing it under its huge teeth, filling its mouth to the top. After the cloak was pulled away, it also Stunned for a moment, the little mouth slowly stopped and looked at Sherlock.

As for the hamster at the bottom, its two little feet were trembling, and it was unclear how long it could hold on even with its eyes closed.

"Save those words and get straight to the point. What did your family say?"

Sherlock asked.

The two hamsters standing on it jumped down skillfully to the right, and the three round hamsters crowded together and sat down one by one from left to right.

The hamster on the far right said in a voice that sounded like it had inhaled helium:

"My lord, let us ask why you disappeared."

The hamster in the middle put down the fruit and said in the same voice:

"What have you been doing lately? Have you really opened a dungeon?"

The hamster on the far left also said:

"Where's the slime? Did you agree to give me some to drink?"

Sherlock crossed his hands together, thought for a moment and said:

"Then please tell me. I'm not missing, but I went out to make some preparations. As for the dungeon, I didn't open it. How could I open the dungeon?"

Sherlock spread his hands, looking innocent.

The hamsters on the left and right suddenly took out a stack of documents from behind, with the words "Investigation Report on Lord Sherlock" written on it. They patted the table with their little paws and asked:

"Really, but we have obtained relevant evidence. Your name and magical aura are all found on the contract documents of these stores [not the most expensive] [only more expensive] [Secret Garden]."

The other two hamsters also slapped the table and said in unison:

"That's right!"

"Bang, bang, bang."

Sherlock quickly tapped one of the three hamsters in front of him on the forehead with his knuckles, then put away their investigation reports, stood up, and walked out of the shop.

The three hamsters inside were left looking at each other:

"What are we doing here?"

"Who are you?"

"Where's my slime?"

And Sherlock had already disappeared into the crowd.

"Is it your biggest enemy? Or your childhood sweetheart? A descendant of heaven? Are women the ones who raise those cute creatures? Wow, Lord Sherlock, I found that your previous life might have been very exciting." Blue's voice appeared. In Sherlock's ear.

"Why do you think I have a relationship with women?" Sherlock continued:

"But the confidentiality work needs to be done for a while. I will leave for a day, and the players in the Eternal Kingdom will be temporarily handed over to your management. If there is no special matter, don't ask me. If the players are in trouble, let the top student come forward and use the task as you like. Do you know how to polish it up, right?"

"No problem, Lord Sherlock."

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The top student stood in his room. In front of him were goblins who kept coming to ask for resurrection or treatment for various injuries.

These goblins seemed particularly excited today.

Just like the day before yesterday and yesterday, the goblins harassed me every day, asking all kinds of questions, tampering with me, touching everywhere, and even trying to come in and rummage through the cabinets.

There are only a few left today.

Most of them seemed to be in a hurry, with injuries all over their bodies or dragging the bodies of their companions, asking for treatment and resurrection. Not long after they left, another group came over and asked for resurrection.

They will also shout outside:

"Gather! Gather! The third wave of kobold lairs is being opened up! Gather quickly! The beetle beasts will set off in ten minutes!"

"Grass! The beetle beast is not running away?! Are you hungry? Who has spider meat mixed with soil! Bring it over quickly and feed it! Mine is finished!"

"Wait for me, I'll have a meal first! I'll be back in ten minutes, the whole army is waiting for me!"

"When we start fighting later, the skills of those kobolds must be memorized. If anyone moves in the wrong position, don't come to open up wasteland next time. Don't hold everyone back!"

"It's really awesome. Have you found all the kobold lairs?"

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The top student frowned, what are these goblins doing?

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