The Rich Death Neighborhood is the standard rich neighborhood of Winterfell.

This is the neighborhood that enjoys the most luxurious treatment, the softest magical light, the body odor of beetles and beasts that never comes, the sound of pedestrians walking outside the fence will be asked to be lowered below how many decibels, and even the dirt of this block, which is the kind of quality that can be eaten directly by grabbing a handful and stuffing it into your mouth.

Not to mention, there is a 24-hour escort service.

John Jr. is one of the guards of the Rich Dead Block, and as a beastman, John Jr. is often ridiculed by others because of his name.

"John, why is your name so human-like?"

"This name is too sissy, you see that others call it mutton balls, beef balls, crab sticks or something, how manly!"

"Laughing to death, your name is John? I can laugh at this name for the rest of my life! ”

"What a stupid dick name? Your parents can't give you a normal name? You can do it like steak, tenderloin, etc. ”

Although he has often been ridiculed like this since he was a child, little John still faces all the ridicule coldly, works hard, and grows up to get ahead and become a guard of a rich neighborhood that impresses everyone!

As usual, John Jr. patrolled the entire rich neighborhood, but the entire rich neighborhood was quiet.

Because the people who can live here are basically big businessmen, most of them either have manors outside the city, or relatives and friends have manors, this moment is an extraordinary time, without the protection of the dungeon core, coupled with the recent invasion of the ancient gods, everyone feels that Winterfell is not very safe now, these rich people are of course more willing to go to the manor outside the city than in Winterfell.

Manor, little John couldn't help but yearn for it.

He came back to his senses, only to see a smiling demon standing behind him, wearing a black gown, a top hat, and a cane.

When did it appear?

Little John was nervous for a moment, but he quickly greeted the superior demon in front of him:

"Y-Hello, Mr. Demon."

Because of his nervousness, little John was a little uncomfortable talking.

"Hello, did you see three hamsters passing by here? Maybe there's a demon on his side. ”

The demon in front of him was of course Sherlock, and he asked the nervous beastman guard with a warm smile on his face.

"No, it's not ......"

After the initial nervousness, little John quickly eased up.

"Have fun, I've found it."

Sherlock took off his hat and saluted Little John, then looked in the direction behind Little John, who turned his head, but just turned around, and his eyes were all the same, and then he collapsed limply.

Three hamsters came out of the green belt on the side, and then one of them grabbed the beastman with one foot and dragged it to the side, and the other hamster carried Little John's head, and the three hamsters did everything skillfully, and then got into the green belt, revealing only three small heads, and the fat house on the far left muttered:

"Can be ......"

But before he finished speaking, he was knocked on the head by the hamster in the middle, and the hamster on the far right made a "shhh

In front of Sherlock, a thin figure stepped out of the darkness.

Sherlock looked at the woman in front of him, or a girl is more appropriate, with slightly curly blonde hair, a red crystal pendant hanging from her snow-white neck, and a long dress tightly tied with a little flowers, which is extremely fine and luxurious.

The girl's facial features are exquisite, and her skin is white and tender, even a little unreal, and she looks like the most powerful master, and she can create a work of art with all her might.

But she stood there barefoot, without saying a word, a pair of huge black wings, quietly shrunk behind her, and some black feathers fell quietly.

It shows a sense of gray decadence.

"Sherlock."

The girl took a step closer to Sherlock, her voice ethereal.

She was the most beautiful angel in heaven, even if she fell, she never decayed, when the other angels fell off all their wings because of God's curse, turned into ugly demon wings, but she never lost her beauty, her name is the glory of the past.

She is a call from hell and an eternal rebel to the oracle.

Those who resist the Holy Religion against the heavenly grievances and leave the heavens and run to hell.

With her footsteps, black flakes of wings fell behind her, dissipating into bits of dust, curses from heaven, all the time, trying to fade her power, her glory.

"I thought you were in the underworld."

Sherlock looked at the girl who walked in front of him, and his tone was quite relaxed.

"Are you talking about hell? When did you start to learn this mortal name? The girl in front of her frowned, raised her head, and looked at Sherlock, who was much taller than her.

"You should be there."

Sherlock nodded, and said in a confident tone.

"There is no you in hell."

The girl held her head high and squinted her eyes slightly at Sherlock.

Even the stars that shone in the direction lost their luster in front of her.

Her dark and decadent wings spread out quietly in the darkness, and she unconcernedly straightened up her feathers in front of Sherlock.

Sherlock looked around, stretched out his hand to the girl in front of him, and made an inviting gesture:

"Well, maybe you've heard some incorrect, biased statements from your three hamster minions, and I think I need to explain something for you, this is not the right place to speak, why don't we go have a drink?" I know there's a nice shop. ”

"Have a drink? You have trampled under your feet the supremacy of the divine power of all nations. And now you are beginning to like such unclean, ugly, ant nests? ”

The girl gathered her black wings, but moved closer to Sherlock, and held out a hand that rested her fingertips on Sherlock's palm.

"Times have changed, and always being old and stubborn will be abandoned by the times. Ah, I can't help but think back to my youth...... "Sherlock pinched the girl's fingers like a gentleman, and with a cane in the other, he walked towards the outside of the rich quarter:

"So did you come up with a nice name for yourself this time?"

"Lilo."

The girl raised her head proudly:

"I love the name."

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