Everyone looked up and saw a large group of players coming over menacingly.

"Looking for me?" Sherlock asked curiously, he didn't know the group.

"What do you say?" One of the half-elves who took the lead said in an unkind tone.

"It's funny!" Sherlock snorted coldly and was about to squeeze through the crowd and leave.

"Isn't it funny to kill so many of us?"

"When am I going to ......" Sherlock suddenly thought where the group might have come from.

"I remember, don't you?" The half-elf continued to tease: "The first druid of the Forgotten Realm, Sherlock, the Black Flame Demon Dragon, should not be disowned. ”

"I'm sorry, it's true that I accidentally injured many brothers." Sherlock still feels a little guilty about the players in the same camp who died at his hands, and it is appropriate to admit his mistakes.

"Sorry, we died in vain?" The half-elf continued, "In the eyes of you high-ranking professional gamers, the lives of us ordinary players are so worthless? ”

Sherlock said patiently, "What do you want to do?" ”

"Five thousand gold coins per person, our matter is over." The half-elf said proudly.

"Are you sure you're not kidding?" Sherlock's eyes seemed to be looking at a madman.

He felt guilty, but it was only a symptom of a heart attack.

Playing games is not in the real world, and death is a common thing.

Besides, if he hadn't killed Asadron, the demon dragon would have really been resurrected, and the dragon lich would have died, and they wouldn't even be able to get the plot rewards.

So don't say that one person loses five thousand, even if it is one person and one gold coin, he will not give it out.

Not just because he is stingy, but because of his principles.

"Five thousand gold coins is not a lot for you professional players, we have less than 50 people here, you can just sell a piece of equipment."

"And we heard that you sold a total of more than 10 million equipment and props this time, and we also contributed to this."

"That's it, without us helping you block the mobs, do you have a chance to kill the boss?"

"After beating the boss, he will kill us when he turns around, aren't you afraid that we will snatch it down?"

"That's right, if you don't take the money today, you won't want to go into the city."

……

Sherlock could see that the group was clearly here to blackmail.

There is always only one way to deal with this kind of person.

He was about to draw his sword from its sheath when he held the coffin of the Virgin at his waist, but a pair of hands held him down first.

"Don't be impulsive, the people around you are watching." Starfire stepped forward to remind.

"Or give them the money, it's more than 200,000 yuan, and we'll share it." Daenerys said kindly.

"Silly sister, not more than 200,000, but more than 2 million." Squirrel said.

"Isn't it five thousand for one person, there are at most 50 people here."

"There are only 50 of them here, but what about the more than 400 people who were killed?" Squirrel asked rhetorically.

Sherlock had killed 462 players in the same camp after the fact, and if he chose to take the money now, then the rest of the people would definitely not let go of the opportunity to earn the 5,000 gold coins for nothing.

And the drops they picked up, except for the dragon slayer, were sold for less than four million in total, and there was nothing left after the loss.

"Don't worry, I'm measured." Sherlock pulled out his coffin anyway.

"What do you want to do? This is the gate of the city, and the guards will come at any time. ”

The group of people was also startled when they saw Sherlock draw his knife, and they couldn't help but step back.

It's just that this druid doesn't seem to have any intention of doing anything to them, and the sword stops at the scabbard and doesn't swing it out for a long time.

A cloud of Star Swirl lit up on the other party's forehead, and a holy light instantly came into everyone's sight.

In the light, a female priest in a robe slowly appeared, her lips slightly open and she began to sing.

Everyone had never heard such a pleasant sound, so pleasant that they couldn't remember anything for a while, and they just wanted to indulge in this song forever.

As long as they can continue to hear the singing, they are willing to do anything.

……

"Brother Xia, the effect of your hymn to the Virgin is too strong."

"It's just a matter of luck, and the verdict is successful."

"Are you sure you won't be out of town with us tomorrow?"

"Well, I was going to rush the sewing grade."

"Then Violet and I will go offline first, and we'll see you tomorrow."

"I've got something to do, so I'll go first."

"I'm offline too, Uncle Xia."

"See you tomorrow."

On the streets of Weplintara, white lights flashed to represent the offline line.

When Sherlock opened his eyes again, he was already in a real room.

"Axia, the meal is ready." No. 11 playfully said, "Guess what's going on today?" ”

"I don't think I've finished eating the rice cakes yet."

"Yes, I didn't finish it, but today is a little special."

"What, did you add shredded meat to the rice cake?" Sherlock was in a state of interest.

"Axia, can't you have an idea of luxury?"

"With you, how dare I think like that."

"Are you making fun of me?"

"Yo, it's amazing, I can tell this tone."

"Forget it, it seems that Asha is not interested in crayfish." Eleven turned and left the room.

"Oops, you're a butler robot and it's the other way around." Sherlock quickly got up and chased after him.

"Maybe Le Axia doesn't want to drink it either."

"Hey, hey, it's a shame to waste food."

"If you don't eat it, I can give it to the young lady next door."

"I eat it, why don't I eat it, how can the crayfish carefully cooked by Xiao Eleven live up to it." Sherlock sat down in his chair and said with a smile.

Crayfish with Coke, he couldn't remember how long he hadn't eaten it.

If he hadn't made more than 2 million at once in the plot of the Demon Dragon's Descent this time, No. 11 would definitely not have allowed him to buy such a luxury as fresh food.

What kind of lobster do you want, you can eat lobster-flavored rice cakes, and the taste is not the same.

He could imagine the tone of the other party's demeanor when he said this.

"By the way, No. 11, is the car rented?" Sherlock asked, eating.

"It's already an appointment, you can leave after eating, do you need me to accompany you?"

"No need, I'll go alone."

"I rented the car for three days, and you can come back at any time, but two days later, on the afternoon of the 16th, there is a community meeting, and I can set a reminder if you want to participate."

"Is that the same you said last time?" Sherlock did remember this: "Okay, I'll be back when I have time." ”

Their community is full of Forgotten Realm players, so the exchange meeting must be based on the game, even if it doesn't do any good, it's good to get to know your neighbors.

But before that, he had to go to the Fifth Ring Road to visit his teacher.

Speaking of which, he hasn't been back since he turned indie.

This time, I finally have some savings, and there is nothing to do in the game for the time being, so I can just go back, and it can be regarded as a return to my hometown.

If possible, he also wants to take the teacher to live in the second ring road.

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