This extremely rich neighborhood is a standard wealthy neighborhood in Winterfell.
This is a neighborhood that enjoys the most luxurious treatment, the softest magical light, the body odor of beetle beasts that never comes through, and the sound of pedestrians walking outside the wall is required to be lowered to a certain decibel level, even in this neighborhood
The soil is of such quality that you can just grab a handful and stuff it into your mouth and eat it.
Not to mention, the escort service is provided 24 hours a day.
Little John is a guard in [The Richest Neighborhood]. As a beastman, Little John is often laughed at by others because of his name.
"John, why does your name sound so human?"
"This name is so girly. Look at other people calling it mutton balls, beef balls, crab sticks, etc. It's so manly!"
"You're laughing so hard. Your name is John? This name will make me laugh forever!"
"What kind of stupid name is this? Can't your parents give you a normal name? Something like steak, tenderloin or something like that is fine."
Although he has been ridiculed like this since he was a child, little John still faced all the ridicule with a cold shoulder, worked hard, and became prominent when he grew up, becoming a guard of the rich neighborhood that impressed everyone!
As usual, Little John patrolled the entire wealthy neighborhood, but the entire wealthy neighborhood was quiet.
Because those who can live here are basically big businessmen. Most of them either have manors outside the city, or relatives and friends have manors. This is an extraordinary period, and there is no protection from the core of the underground city. In addition, not long ago
After the invasion of the ancient gods, everyone felt that Winterfell was not very safe now. These rich people would of course be more willing to go to the manor outside the city than stay in Winterfell.
The manor, little John couldn't help but yearn for it.
When he came back to his senses, he saw a smiling upper-level devil wearing a black dress, a top hat, and a cane standing behind him.
When did it appear?
Little John was nervous for a moment, but he quickly greeted the superior demon in front of him:
"Hello, Mr. Devil."
Because of his nervousness, Little John was a little awkward when speaking.
"Hello, did you see three hamsters passing here? Maybe there is a devil following them."
The demon in front of him was of course Sherlock. With a warm smile on his face, he asked the nervous beastman guard.
"No, not..."
After little John was nervous at the beginning, he quickly calmed down.
"Have a nice day, I've found it."
Sherlock took off his hat and saluted Little John, and then looked in the direction behind Little John. Little John turned around, but just as he turned around, what was in front of his eyes was still there, and then he fell down softly.
Three hamsters came out of the green belt on the side, and then one of them grabbed the beast man by one foot and dragged him to the side, while the other hamster lifted Little John's head. The three hamsters finished everything skillfully.
Then he got into the green belt, with only three little heads exposed. The fat man on the far left muttered:
"It can be opened..."
But before he finished speaking, he was hit on the head by the hamster in the middle, and the hamster on the far right made a "shh" motion towards Fat Man.
And in front of Sherlock, a thin figure walked out of the darkness.
Sherlock looked at the woman in front of him, or a girl would be more appropriate. She had slightly curly blond hair, a red crystal pendant hanging on her snow-white neck, and a tight-fitting long dress with dots of flowers. The workmanship was extremely fine and she looked quite luxurious.
The girl's facial features are exquisite and her skin is so white and tender that it even makes people feel unreal. She looks like a work of art created by the most powerful master who tried his best.
But she stood there with bare feet and said nothing. A pair of huge black wings huddled quietly behind her, and some black feathers fell quietly.
It shows a dark and decadent feeling.
"Sherlock."
The girl took a step closer to Sherlock, her voice as ethereal as the sound of nature.
She was once the most beautiful angel in heaven. Even after she fell, she never decayed. When other angels shed all their wings due to God's curse and turned into ugly demon wings, she was the only one who never lost her beauty.
Her name is the glory of the past.
She is a call from hell, the eternal resister of the oracle.
Those who resist the Holy Religion against the resentment of heaven and leave heaven for hell.
Following her footsteps, black wings fell behind her and dissipated into specks of dust. The curse from heaven was constantly trying to fade away her power and glory.
"I thought you were in the underworld."
Sherlock looked at the girl walking in front of him, his tone was quite relaxed.
"Are you talking about hell? When did you start learning to call this mortal world." The girl in front of her frowned, raised her head, and looked at Sherlock, who was much taller than her.
"You should be there."
Sherlock nodded and said with confidence.
"There is no you in hell."
The girl raised her head and looked at Sherlock with slightly narrowed eyes.
Even the stars shining in the direction lost their luster in front of her.
The dark and decadent wings spread out quietly in the darkness, and she straightened her feathers in front of Sherlock without caring.
Sherlock looked around, stretched out his hand to the girl in front of him, and made an invitation:
"Well, maybe you have heard some incorrect and biased remarks from your three hamster servants. I think I need to explain something to you. This is not the right place to talk. Why don't we go have a drink?
How's it going? I know a store that's pretty good."
"Have a drink? You once trampled under your feet the supreme power of the gods of all nations. Now you have begun to like such an unclean, ugly, ants' nest?"
The girl retracted her black wings, but still moved closer to Sherlock. She stretched out a hand and placed her fingertips on Sherlock's palm.
"Times have changed. If you always act like a stubborn old man, you will be abandoned by the times. Ah, I can't help but think back to my youthful years that will never come back..." Sherlock squeezed the girl's fingers like a gentleman, and spoke on the other hand.
Holding a cane in one hand, he walked towards the outside of the wealthy area:
"So have you thought of a nicer name for yourself this time?"
"Lilo."
The girl raised her head proudly:
"I like this name."
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