“…… Please be patient and wait for our notification. ”

Xueba finished reading the letter in his hand and slowly put it down.

With empty eyes, he looked at the candlestick on the side, glowing with a light blue magic flame, elongating the figure of Xueba and reflecting it on the wall.

The small room echoed with the sharp quarrels of the residents next door:

"Let you eat earthy and salty, you eat sweet every day! Everybody eats salty soil! ”

"We originally eat sweet food over there, so it's weird to eat salty food, right?!"

This was followed by the sound of "bang", "boom", and I don't know what was broken.

Xueba stretched out his hand, and the barrier of magic covered the wall, and the sound next door stopped.

He didn't know how many times he had read this letter from the [Eternal Realm Dungeon Personnel Department].

But...... It's been three days!

Three whole days!

The top students were all waiting in the hotel to reply, but there was not even a little news from the other party.

Why? Is your resume not good enough? Or has the Eternal Kingdom recruited a lich?

No, we can't wait like this anymore, we have to take the initiative.

Xueba strengthened his convictions, and he quickly stood up, packed his suitcase, and headed straight for the Winterfell Beetlemon ticket office.

"Hello, I'm buying a ticket to the Eternal Kingdom dungeon."

"Eternal what? The fire? ”

"The Eternal Kingdom."

"Without this line, there is no communication line in the backwoods, and the portal teleports or rents the beetle beast to run by itself!"

…………

Winterfell Beetlebeast Rental Service Center.

"Rent a beetle beast to the eternal kingdom? I know, I know, oh don't you want this expression, their dungeon lord also came to me to rent a beetle, but I remember it's very close to the surface world, it's dangerous, if you rent it...... That's right, that's what it means, such a remote and dangerous place, if you encounter a Warcraft, or an expeditionary force from the surface world, the beetle beast will die, so you can't rent it, if you are willing to buy it in full, you can ...... Thank you for your patronage! ”

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[Ruan Tangmei paper: @夏洛克领主, administrator! I discovered the law of gravitation in the game through daily deduction, can you give me a test qualification, let me go in and calculate the gravitational constant in the game? By the way, can there be a title? 】

[Low-key reading wolf: @夏洛克领主, administrator, I invented the ancient Roman catapult in my brain, using spider silk to make two ropes, tied with dire wolf skin in the middle, and the stones thrown out have considerable lethality! Can there be a title? Or test qualifications]

[Hoe He: @夏洛克领主, be reasonable, why do you want to squat on the forum to see the strategy? Forget it, why does every skeleton soldier in the dungeon now start wearing a kite-shaped shield? We don't have bladder bombs anymore! Stumble! 】

[Umegawa Kuko: @夏洛克领主, the problem of dropping dungeons, the modification is really serious, can you drop a little more of that black-like thing? It's the thing called [Demon Beast's Feces] after identification, that's the raw material for making bladder bombs, we've been brushing copies every day for the past few days, and we've never seen it once. Because you're worried that we'll blow up the dungeon and get rid of this loot? 】

……

Sherlock looked at the messages in the forum, those @ own accounts, and the numbers behind them had reached as many as [99+].

It seems that because Sherlock's admin account is more active than before, many players have started to leave messages to Sherlock in the forums and try to communicate with Sherlock.

The main thing is to spray planning, to be qualified for game testing, to give opinions, and to have titles.

And most of these who want to be titled are not even first-time test players.

Sherlock skilfully cleared the message and was about to start browsing the forums when he heard Blue's voice:

"Lord Sherlock, it's been five days, hasn't it? I think it's almost time to send some interview news to the lich who applied for the job, and if the salary is concerned, it is recommended to be two hundred magic stones. ”

"It's pretty much the same."

Sherlock nodded, and then took out the letter and envelope, but before he could write, he heard Blue's voice say:

"Lord Sherlock...... I don't think there's any need to write, there's a lich who has come from the direction of Winterfell. ”

"Came by yourself?"

Sherlock was stunned for a moment, then grabbed the cloak on the side, draped it over his body, and strode outside.

On the way, I met a few players who came to ask for resurrection with their companions, they were covered in dirt, blood and ash, with their little heads held high around Sherlock's side, and one by one they were covered with ping-pong weapons and equipment, apparently just coming out of the [Dungeon] and returning with a full load.

Sherlock grabbed it, repaired his body with his magic, and then put it on the ground.

The resurrected player quickly woke up, happily patted the dust off his body, and followed the rest of his companions to go to Core Blue to identify the equipment.

As Sherlock walked towards the entrance, more and more players began to notice that the patrol route of their castle lord NPC was a little different from usual.

And all the abnormal things will naturally attract the attention of the players, especially Sherlock's actions.

Players started running in this direction, but Sherlock had already quickly passed through the dungeon's barrier and left the Eternal Kingdom dungeon through the entrance facing Winterfell.

Players who found anomalies could only gather on the edge of the enchantment, discussing whether a new wave of plots was coming.

Sherlock walked out of the barrier of the dungeon of the Eternal Realm, and walked a short distance along the passage that spread throughout the underground world, when he saw a beetle beast in front of him, which was making a "click, click" running sound, moving towards this side at high speed.

In the distance, there was a cloaked figure sitting on the back of the beetle.

The man had apparently seen Sherlock, and began to urge the beetle beast to slow down, and the fast-running beetle beast made a "snort" sound, and then slowly slowed down until it stopped completely.

Dust, slightly diffused in the passage.

A beetle beast with six stout short legs, standing in the dust and on the flat armor that covered its entire back, sat a skeletal shelf wearing a cloak.

A lich, to be exact.

The lich stood up, and then began to climb down from the beetle, his empty eyes flickering at Sherlock a few times.

Sherlock also smiled, standing in front of the lich, and the two men looked at each other.

The beetle beast next to it shook its head, made a "poof" sound, and squirted snot on the ground.

"You should be, Lord Sherlock, Lord of the Eternal Realm, right?" The lich bowed slightly to Sherlock with one hand on his right chest:

"When we first met, I was a candidate from the Academy of the Dead, and I had previously submitted my resume, but I never received an interview invitation from the Personnel Department of the Eternal Realm. I know it's a bit unsolicited, but I'd really like to get a chance, a chance to work in your dungeon. ”

"I have an impression of you, an honor student of the Academy of the Dead, nicknamed Xueba, with a year of work experience." Sherlock thought for a moment, then said:

"To be honest, I really want you to work in my dungeon, but for some very practical reasons, I have to ask the HR department to push off your resume."

Xueba's skeleton showed a look of surprise on his face, and asked with a little panic:

"Wait, Lord Sherlock, why is that? If there is already a Lich in the position, I don't mind competing with him, and the Lord wants to hire the best Lich, right? ”

Sherlock looked at Xueba's skeletal face full of seriousness, and asked:

"You're pretty straightforward, you don't have any friends at school, right? I don't think I have any work at all, right? ”

"Lord Sherlock, is this a work-related issue?"

Xueba asked quickly.

"Sort of."

"I think that whether it is study, research, or work in school, those behaviors that go out to drink and eat all day long, fall in love and pass the time, are not advisable, and only by devoting themselves wholeheartedly can we obtain the sublimation of self-worth. So, I didn't deliberately move towards that. ”

Xueba said loudly:

"I have very few friends."

"Quite graciously admitted...... He's a talent, and in some ways he might fit in with those players, and Master Sherlock, if you hire him, it feels like it makes the dungeon a lot of fun. ”

While Sherlock was looking at the top student seriously, Blue suggested at this time.

Of course, the top students can't hear Blue's voice.

"Can you ask about your expected salary?"

Sherlock asked.

"I also know that your dungeon has just started, so I expect to be able to have a formal salary of eight hundred magic stones for one month, I can accept a one-month internship period, during the internship period can be halved, working hours can be from nine o'clock in the morning to eight o'clock in the evening, two days of rest a week, because it is an external form to join your dungeon, I will not ask for other benefits."

Xueba quickly finished speaking.

Sherlock listened quietly, then nodded:

"Your professionalism is very good, and the salary is not very high, I will consider it carefully, you go back and wait for the news first."

"Wait! At the very least, Lord Lord, please tell me why I won't be hired! ”

After Xueba asked, he also seemed to find that he was a little emotional, and said with a sigh of relief:

"I'm sorry, but the journey here wasn't a pleasant one. But I really want to know what the problem is. ”

Sherlock heard Xueba finish shouting, and then said very calmly:

"Because, you're not good enough."

Sherlock's words were like a sharp sword full of holy light, piercing into the depths of Xueba's soul, and Xueba couldn't help but take a step back.

This lich genius, who only appears once in a thousand years, was hit for the first time in his life, and for the first time he was told-

You're not good enough.