The big white goose has a black hand, and he controls the whole situation with lightning speed.

None of the players dared to disobey.

Laugh? Go up, it's the equipment of "Dododo" and "Quack", and all of them will be disassembled for you.

Soon, all the players entered the state of training platoon, starting with discipline, standing up and taking a break to turn left and right, taking off on the spot, drilling holes on the spot, and so on.

The big white goose also performed two unique tricks on the spot, inciting its wings to fly high, and then using the most powerful source power to do a free fall to inflict a fierce blow on the enemy on the ground, which players called "Crow Flying".

Another trick is to use its high-speed spin to create an unstoppable tornado that destroys everything, which players call "tornadoes destroy parking lots".

Although the names are quite strange, the big white goose still likes it when it sounds, and said on the spot that this month's events, to hand over these two tricks to the players, can be regarded as worthy of the Sherlock Lord, if anyone can't learn it, all the clothes will be chewed off by you.

The players were so moved on the spot that they knelt on the ground and cried, and Sherlock was also moved to see how much these players loved the big white goose Mr. Black Hand they found for them.

Okay, the task of training the players is left to the big white goose, and Sherlock is relieved.

Go back to the hall of the lords, open the forum and see, there are complimentary posts everywhere:

[On the degree of blackness of dog planning]

[I've already reported it.,Such a frustrating game.,Your game work is a demon, right?] 】

[I've never played such a vicious game in my life]

And so on, and of course, the water friends of the forum, the encouragement and support to the players:

[Octagon Daohe: Your sword is gone, your equipment is gone, continue to be a chief~]

【Shadow I Back to I Fish: Shrimp Pork Heart】

[Ruan Tangmei: I am the fourth natural disaster, and I am not afraid of the sky and the earth, but I am afraid that the equipment will be gone. 】

…………

Sherlock closed the forum, so what was there to worry about?

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The training of the Black Hand is proceeding in an orderly manner, but because of the large number of players, and there are many other things, Mr. Black Hand's training course is similar to that of Moros, one hundred people at a time, three hours at a time, four training sessions a day, and the rest of the time is Mr. Black Hand's rest time.

As a big white goose, Mr. Black Hand has an extremely strict biological clock, and whenever the time is approaching, someone must tell a hypnotic story.

If not, it will enter a berserk state, and players will be randomly selected to disassemble equipment online.

“…… In this way, the frog and the prince lived happily together. ”

One of the players finished speaking in a gentle tone, but he had barely moved his body when white wings grabbed him by the throat:

"One more!"

…………

Xueba looked at the big white goose from afar, and the players lined up to tell bedtime stories, as well as the little yellow-skinned duck in the arms of the big white goose.

He turned his head to look at Sherlock, who was sitting in the hall of his graveyard, who was reading the Winterfell Daily Journal.

"Lord Sherlock, is that what you call the black hand of the white goose?"

Xueba sat down next to Sherlock and asked.

"He's still very famous in Winterfell, and although he may not be the most suitable for my people, if you want to have a good result in a short period of time, he is the most suitable."

Sherlock flipped through the newspaper, and Xueba saw that it was written on one side of the newspaper -

[The mysterious fallen angel Miss Lilo touches the nerves of the entire northern underworld]

And also:

[This newspaper reports on how the executives of the Eternal Flame Dungeon were ruthlessly rejected by the fallen angel lady, no, ignored]

And also:

Who can capture her heart? Winterfell's four young powerlessness]

Almost an entire page was devoted to the same Fallen Angel, which had previously been used for advertising.

However, Xueba just looked at it and didn't speak, until Sherlock put down the newspaper and Xueba said:

"It's a bit difficult to prepare an undead legion in a month's time, but it's still okay to have an undead detachment of hundreds of people."

"The Legion's words are indeed a bit difficult for you...... Then the undead detachment. The queue must be good-looking, and it is best to be able to stunt high. ”

Sherlock said to the top student.

"I see."

Xueba nodded, and he turned his head to look at the place where the black hand was, but after thinking about it, he didn't say anything.

It wasn't until Sherlock got up to leave that Xueba asked:

"Lord Sherlock, my yellow-skinned duck......"

"What's wrong?"

"No, nothing."

The expressionless Xueba said.

"It's really pitiful, the yellow-skinned duck I loved so much was taken away by the black-hearted boss."

Blue spoke with pity, but Sherlock ignored him.

Sherlock walked straight through the passage full of players, and then went straight back to his lord's hall, and when he opened the door, he saw the dog standing straight on the side, the rotating chair, and the "buzzing" sound of the computer, and then the sound disappeared.

The computer has just shut down.

Sherlock walked over to the computer and reached out and touched the main unit inside the core, it was hot.

"You're playing with the computer?"

Sherlock looked at the dog, who was standing upright next to him.

"Do you want tea? I'll pour you tea. ”

Dogan quickly brewed a cup of bloody chrysanthemum tea for Sherlock.

Sherlock sat down, picked up the bloody chrysanthemum tea made from dog eggs, and took a sip:

"Did you secretly play with the computer?"

Sherlock asked again.

"I feel the call from the darkness, and I am a salary, and I should ignite the fire of the world......"

Dogan whispered.

"Don't worry, Lord Sherlock, I've installed a juvenile protection system for your computer, and without your permission, I promise this dog won't even be able to watch a cat movie!"

Blue swore by it.

Sherlock was silent for a moment, then said to the dog:

"Alright, you can get out."

When the dog heard Sherlock's words, he quickly ran away.

Sherlock watched the door to the lord's hall close behind him and sat down in his chair, just as a flame burst into flames in the core, and a letter was spat out.

[To the honorable Lord Sherlock, the Lord of Onionhead]

"Dear Lord Sherlock,

I am about to leave my position as Lord of Winterfell, and before I leave, the Merchant Alliance has held a banquet to cheer up the inhabitants of the underworld who have been discouraged by the previous attack, and we have invited all the nobles and the lords of the nearby dungeons, and please Sherlock, if you have time, be there for our banquet on time tomorrow afternoon, and it would be great if you could bring your dance partner.

Love your onion-headed city lord. 】

(PY "Super Divine Academy Dragon Warrior": Homo, more than 100,000 words, I pushed it on the test water, help me)

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