"Sherlock-sama, Octopus-sama."

Between Sherlock and the octopus head, a spark of passion is about to burst out.

A tall vampire walked up from behind:

"It looks like the two adults know each other, so I thought I'd introduce them to each other."

When the vampire walked up to Sherlock and the octopus-headed demon known as Octopus Ball, Umegawa Kuko behind Sherlock began to chat again.

"Zhao Si is here!"

"It seems to be a big plot!"

"Zhao Si! Don't you remember me! ”

"NPCs remember your balls?"

Count Nicholas was affectionately called affectionate by those players, and the expression on his face was a little embarrassed.

Sherlock's coercion causes players behind him to croak, trying to interact with NPCs, into story mode.

"Count Nicholas, there is a question about the establishment of trade routes between caravans, and I will arrange for someone to contact you as soon as possible."

After Octopus Maru finished speaking to Nicholas, he walked past Sherlock with the twelve werewolves behind him.

After Octopus Ball left with his men, Count Nicholas whispered to Sherlock:

"Sherlock-sama, although I don't know what the grudge is between you and Lord Octopus-sama, but Lord Octopus-sama's dungeon has now been added to the territory of Eternal Fire, and you also know the dungeon of Eternal Fire, right? In fact, Lord Octopus-sama came this time as a representative of the Eternal Fire Dungeon within the scope of Winterfell. ”

"I see." Sherlock nodded.

Nicholas had expected Sherlock to care a lot about the relationship between Octopus Balls and Eternal Fire, but Sherlock didn't seem to care very much.

Nicholas said:

"I only came back yesterday, and I originally wanted to contact Master Sherlock as soon as possible and invite you to my manor, but I didn't expect something like this to happen in Winterfell......"

"Speaking of which...... Is it related to the archaeological site of the ancient ruins No. 85? ”

Sherlock leaned in to Nicholas and asked in a whisper.

"Yes, has Lord Sherlock heard the news?" Nicholas frowned:

"The problem is very serious......

Nicholas looked left and right, and someone simply walked over, nodded apologetically at Sherlock, and left.

"I have a related meeting to attend, Lord Sherlock, and we'll see you after the meeting."

Sherlock nodded at Nicholas, then walked into the assembly hall.

There was a huge round table in the hall, and at this time, more than twenty demons of all kinds were already sitting at the round table, and the servants they brought with them stood behind them.

With a name tag in front of each of them, Sherlock quickly found his nameplate, the Sherlock Lord, the dungeon of the Eternal Realm.

He walked straight over and sat down.

A demon on the side tries to talk to Sherlock, but Sherlock ignores him.

Several players were chatting frantically behind Sherlock's chair, though they were already quiet and kept the utmost restraint, because no one else was talking.

So, the entire conference hall was filled with their chatter.

"Wocao, look at this modeled cowhide."

"Why is this thing so ugly?"

"Wait and see if I can take that sword, the one on the wall."

"You have to take screenshots one by one, and there will be a lot of water on the forum."

"Give that chicken-faced octopus ball a close-up."

"Ahem!" As the buzzing continued, a loud cough interrupted their conversation, and an elderly beastman walked through the doorway.

The old beastman, dressed in rich clothes and holding a scepter in his hand, had a face full of carved signs of time, and in his deep eyes could see the brilliance of wisdom.

Sherlock unleashes the coercion and puts the players in the story.

The old beastman glanced at the various Demon City Lords in the room, then opened his throat and shouted:

"Please, member of the Northern Council of the Merchant Alliance, Lord of Winterfell, Lord of Onion Head!"

A goblin wearing a floor-mopping robe is only as tall as the beastman's crotch, and even if you compare it to the height of an ordinary goblin, this goblin is considered short.

The green goblin, wearing a wig that was obviously in the shape of a white onion head, with his hands behind his back, with a straight face, wearing long boots with long toes, stepped on them very frequently, and emitted:

"Dada"

With a series of footsteps, Onion, the Lord of Winterfell, walked to an empty spot at the round table, then made a sound and sat down in his chair.

A pinch of onions peeked out on the table.

The Onion Head Lord was obviously accustomed to such a scene, and his seat let out a "creak." And constantly shaking the handle on the edge of the seat, soon raised the position of the onion head a lot, at least so that he could see the eyes of the demon lords.

When everything was ready, Onion glanced around at the demon lords who were looking at him, and he said:

"Noble and great Demon Lords, I am the Lord of the Merchant Alliance in the Northern Underworld, Winterfell, and in fact, I like the Talker more than the title of City Lord. I'm a businessman, and I've even dealt with many of the Demon Lords here, and I've made shady deals. So I'll cut a long story short, let's get straight to the point! ”

The onion clapped his hands, and soon the meeting reports were distributed to the round table.

There was also a yellow helmet, with obvious burn marks, sent to Onionhead.

"Everyone, please look at the report you've received, and then look at this helmet."

Sherlock picked up the report, which read:

"Construction safety cannot be ignored, and safety helmets make another great contribution. The goblin guards were frightened by the dragon's breath and suffered a heart attack, and later, relying on the medical insurance badge on the safety helmet, the dragon sent him to the designated [certain death] hospital for rescue, and has now been successfully buried. ”

"Okay, that's the end of business." Onion Tossed aside the safety helmet and meeting report in his hand, and then looked at the Castlevania Lords in front of him.

Onion slowly stood up, propped his hands on the table, and said:

"Next, let's talk about some gossip, which dungeon city lord recently picked up a black dragon cub, please return it as soon as possible, otherwise we will all be in big trouble."

Sherlock stretched out one leg and hooked it to the ground on the ground, and the two hind legs curled up together, standing with half of his body biting the dog's front paws and playing with it, and then hooked the dog's egg under his table with one leg.

Issued:

"Uhhh

Such a voice comes.

The demons looked at it.

"I'm not kidding, lords and gentlemen, the dragon has issued a war warning, and if you don't hand over the black dragon that was lost nearby within the specified time, the dragon will make trouble."

Onion said it again.

"Dragons?" As soon as Onionhead's words fell, under Sherlock's table, he suddenly pushed something against it, making a "bang" sound, and then the dog's head came out of the table, and the broken stone chips and pieces were on top of the dog's head:

"Is there a dragon coming?"

Onion Head frowned, and asked the old beastman beside him:

"A demon lord brought a black dragon cub to the meeting? Why didn't I get a notification? ”

"We informed you, but you said, 'It must be someone else pretending to be a black dragon cub, like this kind of scene where the city lords are gathering together, and everyone is trying to pretend to save face, it's not for nothing, wasn't there a joke about giants pretending to be a young dragon not long ago!' That's it. ”

"I see." Onion quickly sat up straight, looked at Sherlock, and said:

Sherlock...... Lord, please explain. ”

"From a technical point of view, this thing I brought is indeed a black dragon, but from a legal point of view, this black dragon cub is not a lost black dragon, in fact, he stole my private small treasury and is currently serving a prison sentence with me, so if there is a dragon looking for some missing child, I can guarantee that it is not here to find this black dragon cub."

Sherlock said calmly:

"As we all know, there is some kind of mysterious connection between the dragon and his cub, if it was really the family of this black dragon cub who found it, do you think I can still sit here safely now?"

As soon as Sherlock's words fell, suddenly there was a "boom——! The whole building began to shake violently.

Then came the "boom——! With a loud bang, a huge claw, from the wall, burst in, and the sharp claw left a deep mark on the ground.

The claw retracted, and the vertical pupils of a huge dragon peeked in through the hole:

"Who dares to steal my child!"

The dragon let out such a roar and asked.

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