The gates of the Academy of the Dead.

"Bang bang!"

When a sturdy beetle beast made a rapid run and then a sharp stop, it stopped at the gate of the Academy of the Dead.

A lich in a cloak, already standing at the gate, waited, and he saw the superior demon coming down from the beetlemon's shell, and quickly greeted him:

"Lord Sherlock! I'm really sorry that I can't pick you up at the driving range, and the school has been in a meeting for the past few days, and it is so rude that I didn't greet you in person! ”

Looking at Professor Bacon in front of him, Sherlock looked very enthusiastic:

"Professor Bacon is polite, you have to have a meeting, there are many things in the school, I can understand it, and besides, the relationship between the two of us, these superficial tasks do not need to be done at all."

"It's great that Master Sherlock can understand."

Professor Bacon's skull face was full of relief and apology.

"By the way, this time you came to our graduation issue extension conference, you may need to record a lot of things, and I have prepared a secretary for you."

Professor Bacon said this to Sherlock, and was about to turn back and call the secretary who had been found, but Sherlock had already raised his hand and said:

"No need, I brought my own secretary."

Sherlock had just finished speaking, and behind him, the fat dogman climbed down from the beetle beast with his hands and feet, with a briefcase on his front paws and a thin-rimmed glasses on his eyes.

When Professor Bacon saw the dog's ball, his eyes flashed, and he was even more enthusiastic about Sherlock:

"Lord Sherlock is so powerful, just a few months after opening the dungeon, he has already begun to recruit black dragons!"

"No, it's nothing, it's just a cub." Sherlock said modestly, and then shouted at the back:

"Dog, this is what I told you, Professor Bacon."

"Hello Professor Bacon!"

The dog Dan pushed the frame of his glasses without lenses on his nose very numbly, shouted honestly, and then squeezed his two wings in the middle, and bowed deeply to Bacon.

"Ah, you're welcome!"

Professor Bacon was startled when he saw this, and quickly bowed his head and bowed.

Sherlock had come to the meeting, certainly not to see the two of them bowing to each other here.

Professor Bacon was soon asked to take him to the conference room.

In the past, Professor Bacon had always gone to Winterfell or the Eternal Kingdom dungeon to find Sherlock, but this time he invited himself to a meeting at the school, and it was clear that graduation did not go very well.

And in fact, it was exactly as Sherlock had guessed.

When Sherlock followed Professor Bacon and took the dog to the conference room of the Academy of the Dead, he saw that around this long table were full of skeletal shelves, which were obviously the lich professors of the College of the Dead, or the management, and in the main seat, there was also a lich, which was obviously the headmaster.

As is customary, Professor Bacon quickly introduced Sherlock and greeted the lichs sitting in the conference room.

Sherlock greeted each other earnestly, and then sat down.

The dog next to him sat down and said to one of the lichs beside him:

"Trouble Bloody Chrysanthemum Tea."

Then the lich was stunned for a moment, but quickly went and brought a cup of bloody chrysanthemum tea and put it in front of Sherlock.

Then the dog stretched out his paws, took away the bloody chrysanthemum tea in front of Sherlock, drank it with a bang, smacked his mouth, and asked:

"Anything else?"

But just as the other lichs were stunned by this, a lich called Lettuce on the other side of Sherlock stood up, and stared at Sherlock with his hollow eyes:

"You're Master Sherlock, aren't you?"

"Ah, I just introduced it." Sherlock nodded.

"Lord Sherlock! I hope you can take the current problem seriously, although you are helping us to solve the problem of the backlog of graduates, but if you continue to cooperate in this situation, I am afraid that our cooperation will not be able to continue, in fact, because of the testers you recommended, our graduation rate has not only not improved, but has decreased! ”

The lich called Lettuce said loudly:

"And because of the agreement, the equipment prepared by those lichs for skeleton soldiers has been taken away by your testers, although it doesn't cost much money, but it feels like our Undead Academy hacked their equipment, the most important thing is the graduation rate, the parents of those students have come to the academy many times to react!"

"That...... Ms. Lettuce, in fact, it's not a bad thing, those students can't graduate, and if the backlog is backlogged, can our school charge tuition again. ”

The headmaster, who sat at the top, stood up and looked like a peacemaker.

But the lettuce lady had already slapped the table and cried out loudly:

"Headmaster! Please be serious! I'm talking about very real problems! If we don't solve this problem, it is very likely that our reputation of the Academy of the Dead for 10,000 years will be affected by the eyes! ”

The headmaster was shouted at by Ms. Lettuce and shut up.

"Actually, I don't think it's a problem at all. Two lichs, five goblins, even if you change to goblins, won't your graduates double into four lichs? Sherlock said calmly:

"According to normal reasoning, the Lich has to be the commander on the battlefield, manipulating the army of the undead, attacking the enemy, if even the average goblin creature can hold their hammer, such a Lich graduate will be terrible when he graduates, right?"

After Sherlock finished speaking, the other lichs quickly let out a burst of discussion.

"Quiet, all quiet!"

The headmaster stretched out his hand and controlled the chaos on the spot.

"That's right."

The lettuce girl took out a piece of gold essence stone very strongly, and then put it on the table, and under the urging of magic, a picture soon appeared.

In the picture, several goblins punctured a lot of bladders, and a shirtless goblin chanted magic in strange language, and then rushed towards those skeleton bosses, and with a bang, the whole picture fell into a sea of fire.

The scene ends here.

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