Chapter 146 Food and shelter is the limit (1/4 of the month)
"Are you her bail bondsman?" The goblin looked at Sherlock up and down, and then took out a form:
"Fill out the form and pay the bail over there."
"Lord Sherlock..." Evelin looked at Sherlock in front of her with tears in her eyes.
"Shh, don't be afraid." Sherlock raised a finger and said unquestionably to Evelin, then stretched out his hand to pull Evelin up.
As for the iron chains on Evelin's wrists, Sherlock stacked them neatly and placed them on the table.
The goblin defense officer looked at Sherlock's actions blankly, and then shouted:
"What are you doing? Where are you taking the prisoner? Pay the bail first! Pay the bail over there!"
"I didn't bring the bail money. As I said just now, I just came to take her away." Sherlock frowned and said:
"Did I not speak clearly enough?"
"What do you think our Winterfell Defense Department is? Do you think you can walk sideways because you are a high-level demon? What the hell..."
Before the goblin could finish shouting, a big slap hit him in the face.
The goblin flew out and hit the third table separated by two tables, making a loud "crash" and "bang" noise.
The entire defense bureau suddenly became quiet, and everyone looked here.
A beastman guard on the side looked at his hands blankly. The goblin who was beaten out climbed up with difficulty and shouted to the beastman:
"Fuck! Why are you hitting me for no reason?!"
"It's not me! I was just passing by!"
The beastman guard also shouted, and then everyone looked at the high-ranking demon standing there calmly.
This is magic!
More garrison officers gathered around with weapons in hand.
"I'm going to take her away today, let's see who dares to stop me."
Sherlock said calmly.
A group of defensive officers looked at me and I looked at you, but no one dared to take the lead in attacking a high-ranking demon.
Two beastman garrison officers had already rushed over carrying a hand-held magic energy cannon, and aimed the cannon holes at Sherlock and Evelin.
"Wait a moment."
Just as the two sides were at war with each other, a capable werewolf walked out of the office of the Director of the Defense Bureau and brought a cup of bloody chrysanthemum tea that had just been brewed.
Under the gaze of everyone, the werewolf director walked directly in front of Sherlock, respectfully placed the bloody chrysanthemum tea on the table in front of him, and then said:
"I didn't expect you to come to the Defense Bureau. If my subordinates show any slight to you, please don't let them go. As long as you are happy."
"Wait a minute, Director, even a high-ranking demon cannot mess around in our Winterfell Defense Bureau. Director, you have always taught us not to let go of anything we can, how could we do it at this time..."
The goblin who had one side of his face swollen before he finished speaking, the werewolf director raised his hand... and put a letter of dismissal on the goblin's hand and said:
"If I don't hit you, if I do, you can still file an administrative lawsuit against me. Get your dismissal letter and get out."
The goblin looked at the resignation letter in his hand and burst into tears.
The two beastmen holding magic cannons on the side quickly put down their magic cannons and shouted smartly:
"Hurry up and say goodbye to this gentleman!"
“Welcome next time!”
A group of garrison officers quickly bowed and shouted to Shylock.
The succubus was still in a daze and didn't understand what was happening, but she was pulled by Sherlock without any explanation, and then walked towards the outside of the defense station.
The garrison officers gathered around them, with the werewolf chief's nod, all made way for them.
"Director, what's going on?"
A coquettishly painted beastman next to him asked the werewolf chief strangely.
"This superior demon walked in, and I received two letters right after him." The werewolf director wiped the sweat from his face and said with lingering fear:
"One was burned by Senior Beast, director of Winterfell Affairs Office, and asked us to release him. The other was burned by Alexander, the son of the Grand Duke..."
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The night in Winterfell has come quietly amid the hustle and bustle.
Sherlock pulled Evelin and stopped at a bus stop full of people.
"How come you were caught in the garrison? Life is too difficult. Have you stolen anything?"
Sherlock stood next to Evelin. The tall succubus stood beside Sherlock, only reaching shoulder height.
"No, it's impossible for me to do such a thing. In fact, I was arrested for giving away three singing hamsters. It seems that I was regarded as an accomplice."
Evelin said softly.
"Begging and singing without a license? Tsk, that is indeed a very troublesome crime. Those three hamsters?"
"Captured, it seems to be a death sentence, executed immediately."
Evelin said with some sympathy.
"That's it." Sherlock nodded and turned his face away so that Evelin could not see his expression.
"Pap tap tap tap..."
At this moment, a beetle beast ran over. It carried four rows of long strips of seats on its carapace. The entire carapace was wrapped like a tin can, and there were windows on the edge of the seats.
of hollow.
The beetle beast had slowly run into the station, and then stopped steadily.
"Go to the worm."
Sherlock took the lead and walked up with the crowd.
Evelin followed the crowd and walked up. Then she saw that Sherlock didn't get on the bus and swiped his card, so she went straight to the back and sat down.
Evelin was stunned for a moment, then with some difficulty took out a magic stone card from her cross-body backpack and swiped it on the magic instrument:
"Dip-poor card!"
The magic instrument made such a sound.
Evelin waited for a moment, then swiped again:
"Hey - no money! You poor bitch!"
"Why did you brush it twice?"
The goblin driver sitting in the driving seat looked at Evelin like a fool.
"Huh?" Evelin turned her head and looked behind her, where the expressionless Sherlock was sitting, and then turned back to look at the goblin driver.
"Hey, what the hell, I won't give you a refund even if you swipe twice. Hurry up and sit in the back. Don't be stuck here."
Evelin walked to the back aggrievedly, and then sat down next to Sherlock.
The beetle beast quickly started running again.
"Is Lord Sherlock... a ghost?"
Evelin sat cautiously next to Sherlock and asked cautiously.
"Did you pass your magic class when you were in school?"
Sherlock turned his head and looked at Evelin and asked.
"failed……"
Evelin lowered her head.
"As a succubus, you should be a member of a race that is naturally very close to magic, right? Did you pass the other subjects?" Sherlock asked again.
"They all failed..."
Evelin's head lowered.
"In this way." After Sherlock finished speaking, the atmosphere became silent.
The whole journey after that was spent in silence.
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"This is my home. Thank you, Lord Sherlock, for helping me this time! The five magic stones you owe me should be regarded as my thank you gift to you."
Evelin stood in front of a dilapidated two-story apartment building, bowed and thanked Sherlock.
There is a faint smell of the unpleasant garbage dump all around.
Sherlock said nothing, but Evelin thought for a moment and then dared to say:
"Of course, Sherlock, don't worry. I didn't mean to just take out the five magic stones to thank you, because I won't be paid until tomorrow and I don't have any spare money..."
"No need, I'm very satisfied with the dungeon you sold me, just think of it as my return gift to you." After Sherlock finished speaking, he took off his hat and gestured to Evelin:
"Then, I'll leave first and wish you a happy life."
Evelin looked at Sherlock's leaving figure and said to herself:
"Lord Sherlock, you are such a good devil."
Evelin then took out the magic stone card again, and when she thought about swiping it one more time on the bus just now, she felt pain in her heart:
"If I had known that I would learn magic well, I would be able to get on the bus invisible and evade fares..."
The poor, sad, and helpless little succubus turned around and returned to her apartment building.
Sherlock, who was not leaving in the distance, watched Miss Succubus open the door and walk into the room, remaining silent.
"What a useless succubus, Sir Sherlock. I take back my previous suggestion. We should not hire her. Although useless succubus is an attribute that players in other worlds like very much, our dungeon has just started now.
It’s better not to use the vase that’s holding you back.” Blue suggested seriously:
"Let's publish the recruitment information. A succubus girl who is good-looking, capable, conscious, and knows the unspoken rules. Although the monthly salary may be a bit expensive, at least it is useful."
"What do you think Evelin's monthly salary requirement is?" Sherlock turned around and said as he walked:
"Evelin? Food and accommodation are already the limit." Blue said seriously.
"Is this so?"
Sherlock's figure disappeared into the darkness.
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"You're fired! Evelin!" A twisting slime yelled at the succubus with messy hair, panting, and a layer of sweat on his face in a tea restaurant:
"Yesterday I was a miner, and I'm late for work today! Were you arrested by the garrison? Are you out of money on your magic stone card? I'll definitely give you a transportation subsidy every month! You have enough money to take the bus to work this morning!
"
"No, boss, I really came here..."
"Stop talking! You're fired! Evelin! Salary? Why should the fired person get paid!"
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In a busy city…
The succubus walked through the bustling streets with a cross-body backpack on her shoulders. She stood at the bus stop and then remembered that she had no money in her card.
The succubus found a corner, squatted down, hugged her knees, and silently shed tears as she recalled everything she had experienced since entering society.
...There is one more sad person.
A tall figure stood in front of her.
Sherlock looked at her condescendingly.
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