The "fierce" battle of the Academy of the Dead continues, and the demon lord Lord Sherlock, after using the portal to come to Winterfell, visited the clothing store, shopped for a while, came out and bought a cup of pearl earth tea on the side of the road, and then called a carriage.

In the sound of "snapping", the carriage went away.

…………

The black hell pulled the boxy carriage, the hooves of which were covered with blue-colored flames, and a delicate leather shoe stepped on the steps of the carriage, and landed on the bluestone slab with a "click".

A black vest with a white button-down shirt, the buttons are quite exquisitely made, whether it is a vest or a shirt.

The black tuxedo jacket has a slight gold on the sewing thread on the cuffs, and white silky gloves reveal a taste of nobility and luxury.

It's just that with a black trench coat and cape, it all becomes low-key.

But this can't stop knowledgeable people, it's better to say that it's low-key, but it's a plus.

Judging from the appearance alone, this young demon, who was exquisitely dressed and meticulous, and would tip the coachman even when he got off the carriage, had a wealth and status commensurate with the demon's wings behind him.

Just from the looks.

"Lord Sherlock, I didn't expect you to be willing to spend more than a thousand magic stones to buy such a luxurious, low-key and connotative dress."

The young demon stood on the edge of the road in Winterfell, looking up at the crowded Magical Goods Store, and in his mind, the dungeon core called "Blue" was saying in a mocking tone.

"It's just a little bit of dressing up, which is more in line with my temperament and status."

Sherlock said this casually, and a succubus in high heels turned around, fiddling with Sherlock's slender black tail as she went.

But Sherlock only smiled politely, then placed the spiral black cane in front of him and walked towards the crowd in front of him.

"Originally, I thought that Lord Sherlock just wanted to ask about the ancient ruins, but looking at the current situation, Lord Sherlock seems to have other ideas, so I'll wait and see, Lord Sherlock."

Blue let out an ugly laugh, but Sherlock had ignored the dungeon core.

At the door of the magic shop in front of me, surrounded by vampires, lichs, and demons of all ranks, they all held the magic stone cards in their hands and shouted noisily under the entrance steps of the magic shop:

"Why can't we have a place in the dungeon?"

"We have magic stones, give us a spot!"

"The ancient ruins belong to the entire underworld, and we also have the right to explore, and we give money!"

"Just now, the city lords of the Eternal Fire Dungeon have been given the right to explore, why don't we have it, we also have money, this is discrimination."

"Yes, yes, it's discrimination, what age is it, why is there such discrimination?"

"Auction! Hurry up and put the rest of the exploration rights up for auction! ”

These demonic monsters frantically waved the magic stone cards in their hands, shouting, if it weren't for the neutral city of Winterfell, this would probably have been a big fight.

As a shopkeeper, the goblin was trying to maintain order over there at this time, but his thin figure was nothing to mention in front of these high-ranking vampires, lichs, and demons of all levels in front of him, let alone the voice of his voice.

Sherlock took his cane in his hand and tapped it on the ground.

The sound was not loud, but it was as if there was a kind of magic spreading, and the originally noisy scene gradually quieted down.

The demons gathered around the door of the magic shop, and the monsters looked back to see the delicately dressed Sherlock, and the pair of tucked away demon wings behind him.

This is one, a superior demon.

"Lord Sherlock!"

The goblin shopkeeper, who was surrounded by the crowd, seemed to have seen a savior, and he held on to his high hat and quickly trotted down the steps and walked in front of Sherlock.

Sherlock nodded to the surrounding demons and underground creatures, then took his staff in his hand and gracefully followed the goblin shopkeeper up the steps, without saying anything, and went into the shop on his own.

As Sherlock entered the shop, there was another commotion behind him.

"Everyone, please come back! There is really no extra quota for the exploration of ancient ruins, I know that you are all very anxious and want to participate, but this matter is not up to me, if there is, it will be auctioned a long time ago, I still have guests, everyone will come next time, next time. ”

The goblin shopkeeper said this in embarrassment, and then quickly closed the door of the shop, and the noisy shouts were still heard outside.

"Smack."

The goblin shopkeeper pushed his round one-sided sniffle glasses and snapped his fingers in the air.

The glow of magic enveloped the shop, and the sounds outside gradually ceased until the entire shop fell silent.

"What are you drinking, Lord Sherlock? Bloody chrysanthemum tea? Or toad poison milk? ”

The goblin shopkeeper asked, hunching in the direction of the counter.

"Toad poison milk, I want to change the taste."

Sherlock said as he found a chair and sat down.

"Sherlock-sama, it looks very different from last time."

The goblin shopkeeper placed a cup of freshly brewed, still bubbling green, cloudy green toad poison milk in front of Sherlock, a smile on his crumpled face, and he didn't see the slightest hint of his previous scrambled appearance.

Obviously, he was referring to Sherlock's attire.

"Let's not talk about my business, the ancient ruins have been found?"

Sherlock leaned his cane against the arm of his chair and gracefully lifted the toad's poison milk and placed it on his knee.

The goblin shopkeeper pushed his eyes again, and his voice was a little cramped because of excitement:

"The approximate location has been determined, that is, during this time, it will be found soon, I thought it would take a few years, but I didn't expect such good luck to find it for us so quickly, but it also cost a lot of resources and magic stones......"

When the goblin shopkeeper had finished talking, he hurriedly looked at Sherlock and said:

"Lord Sherlock, rest assured, the agreement I signed with you at the beginning, your right to explore is still yours."

"Actually, I'm here today to ask about this."

Sherlock said as he took a sip of toad's poison milk.