Players in Eternal Kingdom are discussing how to challenge the dungeon, and there are all kinds of strange opinions on the forum.
for example:
[Why not add some healing ointments, small red bottles, bandages, etc.?]
[When will the map system be released? Are even the main city maps hand-drawn by players? 】
[This dungeon is so realistic and so difficult. Is it a dungeon version of Sekiro? 】
There are questions and answers like this all over the forum.
Sherlock browsed the forum. When he saw a post he was interested in, he clicked in and took a look. If nothing happened, he refreshed it with F5.
Without paying attention, it started to get lively outside, and more and more players were online. Sherlock looked at the time and saw that it was already close to noon.
Did time go so fast?
Sherlock was confused for a moment and glanced at the computer in front of him. Is this magic prop a time magic prop? When used, time passes faster?
Sherlock was still confused, a flame ignited in the core, and a letter was spit out from the flame and fell on Sherlock's desk.
[In person, Lord Sherlock of the Eternal Kingdom Dungeon—a magic item shop that feels like home]
Sherlock tore open the envelope and found that the content was not very long:
"Dear Lord Sherlock:
To live up to your trust, I have submitted the application for recommending archaeological talents. The Merchant Alliance attaches great importance to the talents I recommend, but after all, it is such an important matter, and certain assessments are still needed, including specific interviews and written tests.
The assessment date is three days later. Please ask your archeology friends to report to the Personnel Department of the Winterfell Affairs Hall between 9 a.m. and 5 p.m. on time.
Lord Sherlock, I hope your archeology friend will go well in the exam."
Shylock finished reading the letter and then put it away.
"Lord Sherlock, it seems that this goblin shop owner is looking forward to sharing the trophies of the ancient ruins with you. Isn't his work efficiency very high?"
Blue said with a chuckle.
"It looks like this, but..." Sherlock crossed his arms behind his head, leaned on the chair, crossed his legs and placed them on the table:
“It feels a little too relaxed.”
"Too easy? Lord Sherlock, that is half of the loot you found in the ancient ruins as a reward! In addition, your elaborate strategy of disguising yourself as a rich and powerful high-level demon that day was very successful. That goblin
The boss was completely fooled by you, so it’s only natural that he would help you apply so diligently.”
Blue said.
"I'm not talking about the goblin boss, but the Merchant Alliance responded too easily. Considering that we are dealing with the Merchant Alliance, such a large-scale organization cannot be so efficient. I thought I would wait for more than a dozen
It takes twenty days to receive a reply, and one day is really too easy.”
Sherlock stood up and began to take out his newly bought windbreaker from the box made of wooden boards on the side, and put it on his arm.
"Ugh...Is that so? I seem to understand a little bit." Blue pondered for a moment, and then said:
"I originally thought that there would be no problems with the agreement drawn up by Lord Sherlock, but I didn't expect that the goblin store manager is not a fuel-efficient lamp. If it is really as you guessed, Lord Sherlock, your plan may be ruined. Is it really true?
Give him half of the loot? Thinking about it this way, Lord Sherlock will lose a lot of blood this time."
"I have thought about this situation a long time ago, and the situation is still within my expectation. The blood loss will not happen. Rather, I can make a small profit, but it will be a little troublesome." Sherlock said
He put on his windbreaker and walked towards the outside of the core hall.
"Since Lord Sherlock has already considered it and the matter is still in Lord Sherlock's plan, then I don't have to worry so much. Lord Sherlock, do you need to announce the maintenance of the resurrection system?" Blue asked.
road.
"Announce the maintenance of the resurrection system. I may have to leave for a little longer." Sherlock headed towards the portal:
"I understand, so let's give more maintenance benefits this time. After all, the maintenance has been a little more frequent these days. Lord Sherlock, it's time to seriously consider hiring an NPC who can help players repair corpses.
, how about the Lich? Don’t you have a good relationship with the Academy of the Undead? Let Professor Bacon recommend one.”
After Blue finished speaking, Sherlock had already walked into the portal amidst the crowds of players watching and chattering.
The next second, Sherlock had already appeared in the VIP private room of the portal reception hall in Winterfell.
"You really need to think about it."
Sherlock said so.
………………
The magic lights flashed with a reddish light, and the black iron railings were stained with rust and stained with blood.
On the huge signboard next to it, there is a big sign saying "404 Bar". A beastman, wearing an expensive suit, is lying in the corner, with vomit and garbage surrounding him. The combined stench can only be found in the dark alley.
Those who are waiting to strip him naked will not mind at all.
The shiny leather shoes stepped on the broken glass shards, making a "click, click" sound.
Sherlock walked around the drunk beastman, who was probably penniless, and walked to the back door of [Bar 404].
Compared to the magnificent and spacious front entrance, which is shining with red magic lights, this small iron door looks unimaginable as being part of [Bar 404].
Standing at the small iron gate was a tall werewolf, wearing a black vest, holding his thick arms, and staring angrily. Judging from the momentum alone, he was a pretty powerful werewolf!
Sherlock tightened his windbreaker, and Blue also said worriedly in his mind:
"Lord Sherlock, it seems that it is a bit difficult to sneak in without anyone noticing."
"It doesn't matter." Sherlock frowned, took steps, and walked closer and closer to the werewolf. The closer he got, the more serious Sherlock's expression became.
"Snoring... Puffing... snoring... snoring..."
The werewolf glared angrily and made quite regular sounds.
"Has the work in the underground world become so heavy now?" Blue's voice was full of pitiful and pitiful meaning.
"It is indeed different from the previous era. Haven't I always said that it is difficult to make money these days."
Sherlock sighed, walked past the werewolf, reached out and opened the small iron door, and walked in.
Behind the small iron door is a separate corridor, with dim lights, no sound, and silence. From a distance, it seems to have no end.
Sherlock glanced at the empty corridor, then took steps, counting the steps in his mouth as he walked.
When Sherlock counted to the "99th" step, Sherlock stopped and turned to face a wall on the side.
"Dong dong dong."
Sherlock stretched out his hand and knocked on the wall, making a hollow sound.
"boom--!"
Two bodies to Sherlock's left, with a loud sound, a big hole was made in the stone wall by a furry fist. Stone fragments and dust suddenly appeared in the not very spacious corridor.
It spreads above.
Before the dust had settled, a ferocious werewolf head poked out from behind the hole opened by a fist. He turned to look at Sherlock and asked in a hoarse voice:
"38324."
Sherlock flicked the dust off his shoulders and said to the werewolf head that popped out from behind the hole:
"14122."
After Sherlock finished speaking, he waited for a moment, and the wall with a big hole in it was pushed open completely.
Standing behind the wall was a werewolf. He was baring his teeth and had a fierce look on his face. His chest muscles were about to burst out of the tight-fitting black tights. There was a goblin next to him who was bandaging him carefully.
Bloody fist.
Several other goblins were carrying bricks for repairing the wall.
They all seem to be very skilled.
After walking along the corridor for a while behind the stone door, you will soon find a spacious foyer with a bar. Standing at the bar is a succubus wearing a white women's shirt and a black knee-length skirt, with a professional smile on her face.
There are several big characters written behind it - [Chengcai Teaching Assistant Bookstore]
The succubus bowed to Sherlock, and Sherlock nodded, and then walked into the [Chengcai Teaching Assistant Bookstore].
There is a small window on the door, and there is a small sign on the side that reads:
[The Winterfell Guard reminds you not to enter or leave undesirable places, and businesses should operate normally]
Looking through the small window of one of the rooms, one can see a "U"-shaped sofa placed against the wall. Several goblins, goblins and beastmen are drinking happily, and a beastman is holding a hug.
He held a loudspeaker and sang loudly.
Several scantily clad beastmen with heavy makeup were clapping their hands to accompany them.
The soundproofing effect of the room was very good. Sherlock couldn't hear clearly what the beastmen were singing inside, but he saw a banner hanging behind it [Warmly celebrating passing the collective interview of Class A in the third year and joining the Eternal Fire Dungeon].
Sherlock continued to walk forward. In the next room, most of the small windows on the door were blocked with iron plates, and he didn't know what was going on inside.
Of course, Sherlock was not interested either.
Sherlock walked straight to the door of a room marked [77], then stood still and muttered to himself:
"This is it."
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