The original cyan stone slab glowed gray under the magical street lamp.

The shadow of the elongated teeth and claws under the light and shadow accompanied by a small mouse quickly swept through the street.

In Winterfell, the inhabitants of the underworld, who yearn for the tranquility of the underworld, turn off the magic lights in their homes as night falls, kiss their family's foreheads, and enjoy the ...... of the night with a serene expression

The smell of burning, as well as all sorts of quirky other smells, and the raucous Underworld nightlife.

"Skewers! Kebabs! Fresh earthworm skewers! And with the soil! Don't be sassy, don't be astringent, don't want money! ”

"Can't these prices be cheaper? Stitching weird, really can't it be cheaper? It's not eating, I'm sewing it on him. ”

"Pretty boy~Come on~ Our learning materials here are good-looking~ Come and learn ~"

"No, no, it hurts the body."

Under the magical lights, the streets are lined with stalls of all kinds, goblins, werewolves, beastmen and other strange creatures of the underworld, and the stall owners are selling all kinds of goods covered in mosaics.

"Ulalalalala~!"

A goblin with a permed punk hairstyle, riding on a dyed colorful bipedal bird, whistling through the chaotic streets with a scream.

A beastman riding a baby beetle beast is also full of "Ula Ula Ula Ulla!" The chase was behind the bipedal bird.

It attracted a burst of shouting and scolding from the crowd on the side.

An old beastman jumped up, threw the bottle in his hand at the two young men in front of him, and scolded in his mouth:

"Young people now! There is no speed at all! Shit so slow! I rode a beetle beast in the Tyumen pit to race insects, used the prostate to cross the corner, a car of slimes did not deform, and the goblins ate farts behind my ass! What rubbish! ”

When the old beastman had finished scolding, he trembled back towards his shop, and said to a young beastman in the shop:

"Tuotu! Hurry up and deliver the slimes! ”

A tall man, covered in a black cloak, walked through the crowd, walked past the old beastman, sat down in the old beastman's shop, raised his hand and said in a hoarse voice:

"A plate of slime slime."

The old beastman, back to the operation room in the back kitchen, soon served a small slime with wide eyes and trembling, and the old beastman skillfully inserted the straw into the stomach of the little slime.

The little slime suddenly closed his eyes and made a cute voice:

"Uh-huh!"

The man lowered his head and looked at the cute slime in front of him.

"That's how we eat in our store, don't finish sucking when you suck, keep half of it, and he can grow back with some water."

A young beastman named "Takuto" said on the side.

The tall man nodded, then stretched out a gloved hand, pinched the straw, and leaned in—

Storm inhalation.

The little slime that he had sucked was already stretched and deformed, and soon half of it was gone, and it continued to suck.

"No ——!"

The slime let out a scream, then stretched out an arm, snatched the straw from itself, jumped up and punched the tall man with a slimy fist.

In a rough voice that was diametrically opposed to the lovely voice just now, he said:

"you old (beep), you don't understand the lingua franca of the underground world, suck your old (beep) and suck Lao Tzu dry, quit, resign, this job can't be done, every day I encounter dirt buns."

The slime jumped off the table and quickly ran to the back kitchen, where there was a sound of arguing and ping-pong.

The little slime quickly dragged a small suitcase and walked outside, and when he passed by the tall man's side, he also spat vigorously:

"Whoa!"

Then he scolded and left.

As the slime left, Sherlock, dressed in a trench coat, happened to walk past him, and then looked at the mysterious tall man sitting in the shop.

Sherlock walked over and sat down across from him.

"Long time no see."

Sherlock said directly:

"Why did you make an appointment to meet here? I thought I'd choose, like the tallest tower in Winterfell, or an empty alley or something. ”

"Master Sherlock." The man hidden in the cloak made a hoarse voice, twisted his head to see the face hidden in the darkness, turned to Sherlock, and continued:

"I have come to convey the word of the One."

Sherlock frowned, waiting for the next words from the man in front of him.

The tall man was also silent, and after a few seconds of facing each other, Sherlock raised his hand and made an inviting gesture:

"Continue? What did that guy say? ”

"I am the glory that was, is, and will always be.

I am a call from hell,

is the eternal rejector of the oracle,

Resist the Holy Religion against the Heavenly Grievances,

Leaving Heaven and Running to ......"

The tall man made a hoarse, epic voice.

But before he could finish speaking, Sherlock raised his hand and pulled the man's cloak away with a brush.

Three white and black hamsters stacked on top of each other were revealed.

The top hamster pinched its neck, apparently the hoarse sound it had just made, and the sound stopped abruptly because the cloak was lifted all at once, staring at Sherlock in front of him with wide eyes.

The hamster in the middle, with two small paws holding a large fruit, was gnawing under its huge teeth, and filling its mouth to the brim, and after the cloak was pulled open, it was also stunned, and its small mouth slowly stopped, looking at Sherlock.

As for the hamster at the bottom, its two little feet trembled, and it was not known how long it could hold on with its eyes closed.

"Skip those words and get straight to the point, what's the word from that one in your family?"

Sherlock asked.

The two hamsters standing on it jumped down to the right skillfully, and the three round hamsters huddled together and sat down in turn from left to right.

The hamster on the far right said in a voice as if it had inhaled helium:

"My lord, let's ask why you disappeared."

The hamster in the middle put the fruit down and said in the same voice:

"What have you been up to lately? Did you really open a dungeon? ”

The hamster on the far left also said:

"Where's slime slime? Say you're going to give me a drink? ”

Sherlock crossed his hands together, thought for a moment and said:

"Then please reply to me, I am not missing, but I went out to do some preparations. As for the dungeon, I didn't open it, so how could I open the dungeon. ”

Sherlock spread his hands, looking innocent.

The hamsters on the left and right suddenly took out a stack of documents from behind their backs, with the words "There is an investigation report on Lord Sherlock" written on them, slapped their little paws on the table, and asked:

"Yes, but we already have the relevant evidence, [there is no most expensive] [only more expensive] [Secret Garden] These shops have found your name and magical breath."

The other two hamsters also slapped the table and said in unison:

"That's right!"

"Bang, bang, bang."

Sherlock tapped his knuckles on the heads of the three hamsters in front of him with great speed, then put away their reports, stood up, and walked out of the store.

The three hamsters left inside looked at each other:

"What are we doing here?"

"Who are you?"

"Where's my slime slime?"

Sherlock had disappeared into the crowd.

"Is that your great enemy? Or your childhood sweetheart? Falling from the sky? Are it women who raise those cute creatures? Wow, Lord Sherlock, I find that your life may have been wonderful. Blue's voice came to Sherlock's ear.

"Why do you think I'm going to have a relationship with women?" Sherlock continues:

"But the work of secrecy does have to be done, I will leave for a day, those players in the Eternal Kingdom will be temporarily handed over to you to manage, there is nothing special to look for me, if the player is in trouble, let Xueba come forward, just use the task to modify it, will you?"

"No problem, Master Sherlock."

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Xueba stood in his room, and in front of him were goblins who kept asking for resurrection or healing for various injuries.

These goblins are especially exciting today.

Like the day before yesterday and yesterday, he harassed his goblins every day, asked all kinds of questions, used his hands and feet on himself, touched everywhere, and even tried to come in and rummage through the goblins.

There are only a few of them today.

Most of them appeared to be in a hurry, wounded or dragging the bodies of their companions, asking for treatment and resurrection, and not long after leaving, another group would come and ask for resurrection.

They will also shout outside:

"It's assembled! Assembled! The third wave of kobold nests are cleared! Hurry up and assemble! Beetlemon will set off in ten minutes! ”

"Grass! Beetlemon is not running away?! Are you hungry? Who has spider meat mixed with soil! Hurry up and feed it! I'm done eating! ”

"Wait for me, I'll eat first! I'll be back in ten minutes, and the army will wait for me! ”

"When we start fighting, those kobold people will have to memorize their skills, whoever runs the wrong position, don't come next time you open up the wasteland, don't drag everyone back!"

"Is it a real cow pie, and the kobold nest has been found for you?"

……

Xueba frowned, these goblins, what are they doing?