"This feeling...... A source of power for the Lord of Darkness! The original founding ...... of the God of All Things"

The dog, whose head was in the middle of the round table, shouted as he looked at the vertical pupils of the dragon from the big hole.

Sherlock frowned, then asked the players behind him:

"What do you mean?"

Losing the shackles of Sherlock's coercion, Hoe He immediately said:

"The dog said that this dragon was his father."

"Why did Lao Xia ask us questions? We've joined the story? ”

The burning chest hair on the side asked Umegawa Kuko suspiciously.

"Even the interactivity of the game is completely realistic, and after almost three months of playing, I don't feel surprised at all."

Umegawa Kuko said calmly.

A few goblins and a kobold talking, naturally no one will care, after all, there is a living dragon in front of them.

The huge eye blinked, then faded away, and then "Boom!" There was a loud bang.

One wall of the entire assembly hall was cleaned from left to right by the dragon's paws.

At this moment, you can see the dragon outside the office thoroughly.

A giant dragon covered with black scales, from the exposed head and upper limbs, about a hundred meters long, lizard-like head, around the outline, covered with a circle of thorns, compared to the round and fat dog's egg, the dragon in front of him truly interpreted, what is called hideous and terrifying.

Outside the building, a frightened scream can be heard.

"Grass...... It's really a carving, it's more hanging than the dragon watching "Game of Thrones"......"

Sylvanas said as she looked at the dragon in front of her.

"Don't mention "Game of Thrones" to me, I'll be angry when you mention it."

Although Umegawa Kuko is also looking at the dragon in front of him, and is still taking pictures frantically, he is not slow at all.

"Speaking of Game of Thrones, do you know the third season of "West"?"

The burning chest hair also said.

"Yes, there is a source."

Arthur also said.

"What are you talking about?"

Hoe He also looked at the dragon and asked in confusion.

Four goblins and a kobold chatted wildly in whispers, while enjoying the plot unhurriedly, as well as the realistic modeling of the dragon.

All of them were waiting for each other, with serious expressions, and even a lot of beastmen, werewolves, and other little brothers brought by the demon lords showed more or less fear of the dragon, but only the five subordinates brought by Sherlock were not afraid at all.

Even if others don't want to pay attention, it's a bit difficult to tell the truth.

While everyone was looking over, Sherlock was still sitting in his chair, looking calm.

"First of all, I want to make a point." Sherlock put one leg on the other, crossed his hands on his knees, and said:

"How do you prove that this black dragon cub is your child?"

"Cubs."

"Daddy!"

Seeing the intimate interaction between the two black dragons, one large and one small, Sherlock frowned:

"So, I have to make it clear that I didn't steal your child, as I said before, your child stole my little private vault, and he is serving a life sentence with me, which is his paw confession."

Sherlock pulled out a piece of paper, and the magic of the paper drifted towards the dragon outside the building.

"Of course, I know that our rules have little effect on you dragons, but I think it's better to ask for the opinions of the parties involved in this kind of thing. Why don't we ask the black dragon cubs? ”

The dog's head retracted suddenly, flapped its wings, and shouted excitedly.

"Ahh The time is ripe! The evil children of darkness should return to the bosom of the abyss......"

Before the dog could finish speaking, the dragon outside coughed dryly twice and said loudly:

"What nonsense, you are a black dragon, a black dragon."

Goudan was stunned when he heard the words of the dragon outside, Goudan pondered for a moment, and patted the kobold hoe on the side with his paws:

"Can you say it one last time?"

"Huh?" Hoe He was stunned by the dog for a moment, but he immediately reacted and said with emotion:

"The Abyss Legion is near, and a terrible catastrophe is about to sweep through the Underworld, Egg, Lord of Smears, Eternal All-Knowing Dragon, King of Kobolds, we need your strength! Please give me kobold power! I want to serve you forever! Is that so? ”

"I'm not leaving, father." Goudan looked at the dragon in front of him with a firm look.

"What nonsense! Just because these goblins want to be your slaves, you want to stay in this place? The dragon shouted angrily.

"Father! I've grown up! I should have a life of my own! Build your own legend! You let me stay here! I would never tell my mother! The dog cried out hoarsely, and in the eyes of the dog, tears were filled with tears.

The dragon was silent, looking at the dog with a majestic expression, his breathing became a little heavier, and his nostrils spewed a little burning breath, and he said:

"Since that's the case, there's no way, and you should be punished for doing something wrong, and the next time you steal someone else's small vault, don't be found out by others, do you know? Pay attention to your own safety, I'll go out for a few years and then come back to pick you up, alas, there is really no way for the child to be older, by the way, what you just said, don't tell your mother, otherwise you won't be allowed to come out to play next time. Called...... Mr. Sherlock? Well, please take care of my child, the black dragon cub eats slowly, don't urge, the child is more afraid of loneliness and needs to be accompanied, you can spend twenty-four hours a day with it. Then I'm leaving, baby. ”

After the dragon finished speaking, it flapped its wings, and the hurricane that stirred it up caused chaos in the assembly hall, and many people could not even stand.

And the figure of the dragon has faded away, and soon it will be out of sight.

"Okay, the matter of the black dragon cub is solved, is there anything else?" Sherlock asked, sitting in his chair, pulling on his trench coat and flicking the dust off his shoulders.

"There's another little thing, lords!" Onion head propped his hands on the table and said solemnly:

"Merchant Alliance, I hope to hire your forces for the time being, we may be about to face, an unprecedented crisis!"

…………

Thirty minutes later, in the office of the Lord of Winterfell.

"Lord Castle, why don't you let the Eternal Realm Dungeon compensate us for our losses? The lord himself offered that some humanitarian compensation could be appropriately made. The old orc brought a cup of Flaming Mountain mud to the Onion City Lord's table, and the flaming mountain mud was bubbling with scorching bubbles.

"Alexander, the son of the Grand Duke, once mentioned this Sherlock Lord to me, although I don't know the relationship between this Sherlock Lord and Alexander, but it is a good choice to use this as an opportunity to make friends with the Sherlock Lord, the most important thing is ......"

The onion-headed city lord leaned back in his chair, took a sip of the flame mountain mud in his hand, and said in a deep voice:

"Most demons will be afraid of Long Wei, but those goblins and kobolds don't have the slightest fear, that lord, it's not simple."

Onion narrowed his eyes:

"It's going to be a very difficult time for Winterfell, and we're courting him, and he'll help us in the future. After all, everything can be traded. ”

"I see, Lord Castle."

The old orc nodded.

…………

At the same time, in the office of the archaeological team of the ancient ruins No. 85.

"Mr. Locsha, you're late, the meeting is over."

The beast held his own Sleeping Bug Black Tea, frowned, and looked at Sherlock as he walked in in front of him.

"I know, I'm just here to confirm one thing."

Sherlock walked alone to the beast's desk, and then saw a pile of papers, he took one, and asked:

"That's the report of today's archaeological conference, right? So, is that true? ”

The beast nodded solemnly.

"I see."

Sherlock walked out of the office with the papers, and outside the office were a group of servants waiting for him.

And on the file that Sherlock was holding, it was written in black letters

[Archaeological Discovery Document No. 85 of the Ancient Ruins: Whispers of the Ancient Gods]

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