Perhaps it was yesterday's Lime Frappuccino that gave him courage, Sherlock picked three ingredients at random, and stir-fried them with fresh milk.

The result is a white custard-like thing wrapped in black and yellow lumps.

"Are you sure this thing can be eaten?" In view of last night's milk tea and hot pot, Cindy didn't throw the bowl in her hand out immediately.

"Of course, not only is it delicious, but the nutritional value is also very high, and I have eaten several bowls of beauty." Sherlock encouraged.

"Well, I'll try." Cindy scooped a scoop of the letter suspiciously and put it into her mouth.

This milk is moderately sweet and sour, and the fried is not bad, and this hard one should be a walnut.

She relieved herself and gently took a bite of the ingredients in the milk.

In an instant, a strong fishy smell exploded in her mouth.

"Gross!"

The milk that had just flowed into her esophagus gushed straight down her throat and squirted onto Sherlock's face.

"Gross! Vomit! ...... vomit"

"Is it unpalatable?" Sherlock asked cautiously, wiping his face.

"Vomit, vomit......" Cindy didn't know if she was angry or uncomfortable, or both.

A small face flushed, but he couldn't say a word.

Well, you don't have to ask anymore to see how that happens.

Sherlock handed over a glass of white water and quietly poured the Sanbao fried milk in his bowl.

"How many bowls have you eaten of this?" Cindy finally relented and asked incredulously.

"yes, you see I've eaten it all." Sherlock lit up his empty bowl.

"Since it's so delicious, then let's eat this bowl for you too." There was a 'fierce light' in Sindy's eyes, and there was a feeling that if you didn't eat me, I would kill you.

"I'm full, if you don't like it, just pour it." Sherlock ran away

"Sherlock ......"

"Barak, let's get ready to go, we should be able to reach your teacher's lair today."

"Sherlock!"

"Girl, let me go forward against the rising sun."

"Summer—Lot-Gram—"

……

Barak's master is a powerful copper dragon who lives on the southern edge of the Dragonjaw Mountains, in the Tanas Mountains southwest of Agolaron, bordered by brown wetlands and yumu forests, and is the natural border between Agoralon and Serre.

Although the Tanas Mountains are not as steep as the Dragon's Tooth Cape, they are full of caves and canyons, and it is not easy to walk in them.

After a full day of walking from sunrise to sunset, under Cindy's resentful gaze, Sherlock and the others finally arrived at the aboru dragon's perch.

"Barak, does your master live in this mountain wall?" Cindy asked, pointing ahead, curious.

"That's right, this is it, Baccola comes here every year." Barak pulled out a piece of red crystal and pressed it into a gap in the center of the stone wall.

After a few moments, the rocks on the mountain wall kept moving outward, revealing a huge hole.

Afterwards, Baccola lit a piece of dragon dung and led the two inside.

For more than a year, Sherlock had seen many dragons, but this was the first time he had entered the Dragon's Lair.

According to the Book of Dragons, the bronze dragon preferred to live in dry, rocky highlands or hills.

Their nests are often built in long, narrow caverns, and entrances are often obscured by geokinetic or lithographic.

If it weren't for Barak's guidance, ordinary people wouldn't have been able to discover the secret of this mountain wall even if they searched for a year.

"Barak, is this piece of dragon dung used to guide the way?" Sherlock asked suddenly.

"Hmm." Barak nodded: "This piece of dragon dung has my teacher's magic on it, and after it is ignited, the smoke that wafts out will automatically trace the teacher's location." ”

"It's a pity, I originally wanted to see the famous Red Rock Labyrinth of the Red Bronze Dragon." Sherlock regretted.

In addition to their humorous and life skills, the bronze dragons are most famous for the labyrinths they built to protect their lairs.

In many legends, there are adventurers who break through the red rock labyrinth, get the friendship of the red bronze dragon, and finally grow into heroes.

But in fact, not too many people have actually seen the Red Rock Labyrinth.

It's not because no one dares to break in, it's that they can't find any trace of the copper dragon at all.

Sherlock is a rare visit, so naturally he wants to see it.

"Kasindiyu, Yusindika!"

A dragon groan, and a rock suddenly fell from the top, just separating Sherlock and Baccarat.

"Ahh Cindy screamed and subconsciously grabbed Sherlock's arm, "What's going on?" ”

"My mouth is cheap." Sherlock smiled wryly.

Since he had obtained all of Asadron's dragon power, his dragon language had been upgraded to the 12th full level, and he naturally understood this sentence.

It basically means that since you want to see it, let you see it.

He originally got a cheap sale, but he didn't expect Barak's teacher to give face like this.

"It's okay, I haven't played a maze in a long time anyway." After Cindy understood it clearly, she said happily.

It's not that she hasn't played a maze for a long time, but since she was 11 years old, she hasn't touched any rides.

At this time, it is natural to be eager to try.

"I can't help it if I don't want to play now." Sherlock greeted Barak on the other side and stepped back with Cindy.

There is obviously more than one correct route to this labyrinth, and even a dozen or twenty are possible.

It's just that it's not easy to find them, and in addition to the dense forks, the trickiest thing is that the maze is three-dimensional.

From time to time, it is easier to confuse people's sense of orientation than forks in the road.

"Sherlock, have you ever been to an amusement park?" Cindy asked tentatively as she sipped the juice.

"Miss, it's not that you don't know my situation, where did you get the money to go to the playground." Sherlock is carving a mark into the wall with his shuriken.

"Do you want to go, then?"

"I don't want to, I can play in the virtual world of those projects anyway, not to mention that there is still a Forgotten Realm." Sherlock replied nonchalantly.

"Oh." Cindy replied, with a hint of loss in her tone.

But this loss is destined to be ignored.

Sherlock was now fully engaged in the labyrinth, and after making the mark, he walked straight forward without even looking back.

The Red Rock Labyrinth is complex, but as a druid, he is not clueless.

With the blue frog's strong perception of the natural environment in his form, he can easily distinguish the traces of man-made modification in the cave, as well as the faint smell of dragon feces in the air.

Along the way, he would make a few wrong mistakes at first.

Once I got acquainted with the structural features of this labyrinth, I never encountered a dead end.

"How did you do that?" Of course, Cindy also saw the complexity of this maze, which is why she was even more surprised.

"This." Sherlock pointed to his head and smiled confidently.

Soon, though, his smile stiffened.

Because, on one side of the mountain wall, he saw the marks he had carved along the way—a slanted sword-shaped cross and the number 9 representing the order of the marks.

"How is that possible!"

With every sign on the road that he had made the right choice, Sherlock couldn't believe that he was going to end up at a fork in the road.

Is there anything special about this labyrinth that I haven't noticed?

Wrong! It doesn't seem to be the same as what I engraved.

Sherlock suddenly realized what the problem was.

His mark was carved with a golden shuriken, which left some scars or teeth on the rock wall.

However, the mark in front of me seems to be naturally formed, and there is no trace of artificial processing.

It's lithoplastic!

Sherlock had already thought of the bronze dragon's trick.

Since the other party deliberately blocked it, it proves that his previous analysis was not wrong, and if this road continues to go, he will definitely find an exit.

"Flowey!"

Sherlock's mind moved, and Flower Leaf flew out of the astral plane.

As soon as the eternal dream danced in her hand, the humidity of the cave ** suddenly rose.

Soon, the white mist rose up.

"Cyndy, stay here, I'll go ahead and explore the way."

The Copper Dragon's Nest** is generally not dangerous, but just in case, Sherlock still left Arashi and Mohama Tin.

Melt into the water!

His figure vanished for a moment, then dissipated like foam into the mist.

A simple labyrinth, no matter how complex the terrain is, is not too difficult for Sherlock.

Let's not talk about the druid's perception of the environment.

With the level of mental activity he has now, it would be easy to map the entire labyrinth as long as he is willing to take the time to take all the forks in the road to one side.

If it's too slow, you can also use multiple shadow clones to speed things up.

That's right, the multiple shadow clones are such a buggy skill, and after seeing Soto use it for the first time, he didn't hesitate to use the recorder's copying ability to learn it.

Although it is a bit painful to consume twice the skill points, as long as the amount of blue is enough, the ability to summon clones infinitely is definitely worth it.

There are two methods, the former analyzes and seeks the truth, and the latter eliminates trial and error, and under normal circumstances, a way out can be found.

But now that the bronze dragon has begun to play tricks for unknown reasons, Sherlock can only hang up.

And melting into the fog is his plug-in.

When his whole being melted into the mist, his perception was able to spread and reach every corner of the cavern.

Soon, he found an extremely open space.

The mist fell to the ground and gathered into a human form.

As soon as Sherlock opened his eyes, he saw a large crimson dragon coiled in the center of the pile of gems, looking at him with a depressed expression.

"Your Excellency, your labyrinth is interesting." He said with a smile.

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