Three days passed quickly, Nicholas because of the trade agreement with Sherlock, the members of the caravan could not move around at will, nor could they contact the players, or ask any questions, and when they left, they pulled gold concentrate worth more than 5,000 magic stones, loaded three carts, and full of doubts, and left the dungeon of the Eternal Kingdom under Sherlock's warm farewell.

"Baron Nicholas, you are welcome to visit our Eternal Kingdom Dungeon next time, and as long as you abide by our trade agreements, you will always be our guest."

Sherlock enthusiastically escorted Nicholas to the entrance near the side of Winterfell, and said to Nicholas.

There were still a lot of players around, and like Sherlock, they gave a friendly goodbye to the caravan:

"I hope to give more things at the next event."

"This time, the cloth bag was changed in one day, and I didn't have enough shortbow materials, so I got a movable weapon, hey......"

"This stitch monster is really ugly!"

"Three days is too short, and it would be reasonable for me to say that it would take ten days."

"There should be a cycle for this event, once a month, or at a specific point in time?"

The players on the side chatted like usual, and Nicholas was more or less used to the "crazy" behavior of these goblins.

In Nicholas's view, the players are just a bunch of crazy talkers, sleeping everywhere, fearless of the superiors, obsessed with scrap metal money, and saying that there is probably no place for them to be wronged by madmen.

This is probably the special hobby of a high-ranking demon of Sherlock's level, summoning a group of mad goblins to build his dungeon.

"I'm also very grateful to Lord Sherlock for hosting me for the past three days, and if Lord Sherlock has time, please allow me to invite Master Sherlock to visit my manor in Winterfell when I come back." Nicholas said sincerely.

"If I had time, I'd go." Sherlock replied with a smile.

Nicholas then took out a list of basic materials, a card, and a teleportation scroll, and handed it to Sherlock, saying:

"Then I'll leave it to Lord Sherlock to deliver the basic materials to Winterfell, I've already contacted the housekeeper of my shop, and he'll be waiting for Master Sherlock outside the portal reception hall with someone, and I'll leave the delivery of the materials to them."

Sherlock was stunned for a moment, wondering in his heart, didn't he say at the beginning that we would let the players of Winterfell use it as a labor force to transport these materials, and Sherlock even charged fifteen magic stones for his hard work.

As for how to send them, Sherlock has thought about them, although there are a lot of these basic materials, but with fifty players, the whole process with his own intimidation as a lord plus a rewarding task, to let them queue up to carry the basic resources, there should be no big problem.

It's a bit harder, just like when the teacher takes the students out to play, supervising the children not to run around and make trouble, when I think of this, Sherlock remembers the good old days of the school days......

"So ...... this card?"

Sherlock looked at the card in his hand again, and the words "gift card" were written on it.

Nicholas smiled ambiguously, and then said:

"This card is a little bit of care that Lord Sherlock has taken care of me these days, it is a gift card worth one thousand magic stones, which can be used at will in any of the franchised stores in the Merchant Alliance, of course, if you don't like the goods in our Merchant Alliance, Lord Sherlock, you can also exchange it for eight hundred magic stones, and you can use it in other places."

Sherlock understood as soon as he heard it, but he still said with a lot of embarrassment:

"Oh, I'm afraid this is not appropriate, if I accept such a thing, they will know it behind it, and I will have to struggle to explain it."

Although he said so, the card in his hand was already stuffed into his pocket in the excuse with Nicholas.

"Lord Sherlock's concerns, I fully understand, but the number of a thousand magic stones is not much, sometimes just a drink of afternoon tea is already hundreds of magic stones, this is just a gift from friends to each other, it's nothing, it's my honor to be friends with a noble demon like Lord Sherlock."

Hearing what Nicholas said so sincerely, Sherlock also had an expression of "Okay, okay, I really can't do anything about you", and accepted the gift card of a thousand magic stones.

Nicholas is gone, and the players are "Zhao Si, come back next time!" The farewell gradually drifted away.

The three-day "First Beta Event" finally came to a successful conclusion, with players getting some merchandise that isn't currently available in the dungeons of the Eternal Realm, and Sherlock getting 5,000 Magic Stones plus a gift card for 1,000 Magic Stones, and suddenly becoming rich again.

The most important thing is that Sherlock's work has also become a lot easier, originally planned to take the players to move things as coolies like traveling with students, but now that you look at it, Nicholas himself solved this problem very intimately, of course, he hired someone at his own expense.

After dispersing the players who were still surrounding him and waiting for the "plot", Sherlock asked "Blue" to issue a "server-wide announcement" to temporarily shut down the resurrection system for between one and three hours, because Sherlock was going to Winterfell, firstly, to help Nicholas transport a large number of basic materials to Winterfell and let his shop butler receive them, and secondly, he was going to Winterfell to purchase some items for the dungeon, the first thing he needed most was the dormitory bed, and then some arrows for the short bow.

Players exchanged short bows from Nicholas, but there were only thirty arrows included, and the key was that there was no quiver, but fortunately, most of the short bows that could be exchanged for them had small cloth bags.

Sherlock has already seen a post on the forum about the lack of arrows and a player complaining about the lack of arrows, and has seen that some players have raised their opinions, and as a lord, of course, they should be repaired and improved as soon as possible.

After the departure of Nicholas's caravan, the site that was originally intended to be used as a dormitory for the players can continue to be excavated, and the completion rate has reached 80%, and it is estimated that it will only take two or three days to complete.

At that time, the 100 first-time players will no longer need to go offline on the street, they can go to their dorm room and go offline.

And how to ensure that these players are willing to go to the dormitory spontaneously to go offline, that is, to give some more benefits, it has been the first test for twenty days, if it is not clear how to guide these players to do things, then Sherlock, the city lord, is too wasteful.

Coupled with the suggestion of "Blue", this is not too much of a problem, in the words of "Blue", that is:

"If you join the housing system, these players from another world will go crazy, the happiness index will skyrocket, they have an unimaginable fanaticism for personal real estate and personal land, and it is the same if you sell them a bed."

Soon, "Blue" released a full server announcement.

[The resurrection system will be maintained for one hour to three hours after half an hour, and Lord Sherlock will temporarily leave the dungeon, so players are asked to cherish their lives and stay away from danger.] 】

"Grass! How is it maintained?! ”

"Laughing to death, those who brush materials at the entrance of the spider's nest are afraid that their heads will blow up."

"Daddy! Is there no notice before the maintenance? I just got the people to go to the spider's lair. ”

"What kind of dog plan, what kind of dog game company, is it so capricious?"

"Made, the forum must be blown up tonight! Planning must be a horse! ”

[All players on the server will receive a compensatory reward of 200 reputation and 100 copper coins.] 】

"Get to work, get to work, hurry up and move bricks."

"Who sells spider silk! I just need a little material to strengthen my equipment! ”

"By the way, who changed the short bow, how is the effect of use, can you lend me a trick!"

"Hurry up, classes are going to start over there!"

"It's okay, I didn't say anything just now."

Seeing the harmonious scene of the players full of interest and without the slightest complaint, Sherlock was also relieved.

With the teleportation scroll in hand, Sherlock came to the place where the other party's basic materials were in the dungeon, and he had already planned an area for players not to approach, and naturally there was no such thing as players secretly taking away the materials.

Opening the teleportation scroll, the aura of magic shrouded Sherlock, and Sherlock used his magic power to continuously expand the aura of magic, enveloping all the basic materials that had been piled up like a hill around him, and then disappeared in place in the magic halo and the player's notes.

In the next second, Sherlock arrived at the portal reception hall of Winterfell with a large pile of things.

Because Sherlock is a teleportation scroll that greatly amplifies his mana, he teleports to another cargo portal reception hall.

Compared to the previous portal hall, it is a little more rudimentary, but the space is much larger, and the size of the portal and the difficulty between them are a little larger, but the number is much smaller.

This is Winterfell's pick-up warehouse.

Standing next to the portal was a goblin with glasses, holding a notebook in his hand, looking at the data on the magic instrument that weighed the weight of the goods brought by Sherlock.

Then the goblin opened a list and a form, and handed it to Sherlock:

"Depending on the weight of the goods you bring, we charge a handling fee of a total of ten magic stones, and here is the list."

Sherlock stared at the goblin's list in amazement, whether it was the first time he had delivered a large shipment to Winterfell, or the first time he had heard of such a fee.

"Wait a minute, are you Lord Sherlock?"

Just as Sherlock was hesitating to pay the money, and angrily swallowing the goods, something that was dangling like jelly came over and said eagerly.

It was a slime monster in a damp tuxedo.