"Dear Demon Lord Lord Sherlock,

We've been informed from the Special Talent Recruitment Center that your friends are planning to sign up as combat testers to participate in our Lich graduation project research for the next semester.

We take this very seriously, and have sent a commissioner to Winterfell to discuss matters with you and your friends, and hope that Lord Sherlock and your friends will adjust the schedule and determine the time and place of the meeting.

The following is the current mailing address of our commissioner:

Room 213, No. 777 [Black Shop] Hotel, Old Town of Winterfell, Professor Bacon, Deputy Director of the Academic Affairs Office of the College of the Dead. ”

Sherlock finished reading the letter, the efficiency of the [Special Talent Recruitment Center] is still very fast, and the speed of the Academy of the Dead is not slow, it has only been half a day, and the deputy director of the Academic Affairs Office has already been sent to Winterfell.

Sherlock instructed "Blue" to take good care of his home, and then used the teleportation scroll to go directly to Winterfell, out of the portal reception hall, and found a hell's carriage with a business license for a rental carriage:

"No. 777 [Black Shop] Hotel in the Old Town of Winterfell, play the meter, thank you!"

"Smack!"

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"Smack!"

Behind Sherlock, the hell horse pulling the carriage stepped on the bluestone paved road to the sound of the goblin coachman's empty whip, and in front of Sherlock was a hotel with the sign "Black Shop" hanging in front of him.

At the door of the inn, the scantily clad beastman stood and saw Sherlock approaching, and the beastman kept squinting at Sherlock.

Unmoved, Sherlock went straight into the hotel.

"I'm looking for Professor Bacon in room 213."

Sherlock said to the goblin customer service lady sitting at the front desk filing her nails with a file.

"Okay, sir, please register, and then go to the 21st floor, on the left-hand side is the fast track."

The customer service lady said politely.

Sherlock paused, but quickly checked in, heading for the fast-track on the left.

At the end of the passage on the left, a goblin dressed as a waiter was waiting, and when he saw Sherlock coming, he quickly cheered up, and then asked in a sharp voice:

"How many floors is the demon lord going to?"

"21st floor, thank you."

After Sherlock finished speaking, the goblin quickly patted the wall, and the wall quickly squirmed, splitting the hole in the middle, and the slimy liquid was pulled into thin lines from top to bottom.

It wasn't a wall, but a mouth that looked like a wall, or something like that, with a space encased in a wooden plank inside the container and a magic lamp lit on it.

Sherlock walked into the container, his "mouth" quickly closed, and then with a "boom" he began to do a free-fall motion, falling straight downwards for about five seconds before stopping.

The "mouth" quickly opened again, and Sherlock looked at the hallway in front of him, with two numbers [21] taped to the side.

Sherlock looked out of the container, and room [213] was not far from the container.

"You can't go down? My mouth is sore! ”

While Sherlock was still looking, a muffled grumbling sound came from the container.

Sherlock walked out, and soon the container closed, looking like a wall.

"Smack."

When Sherlock was about to go to [213] the door and knock on the door, the door opened by itself, and then he saw an orc dressed in revealing clothes, an equally revealing goblin, and the two men came out of the door, and said to the people in the room with a wink:

"You're so interesting, Professor, you'll order us next time."

"Let's go first, thank you professor for your hospitality~"

Then the two of them walked out of the room and saw Sherlock, both of them looked a little nervous, and hurried away against the wall, standing on the fast track behind Sherlock and waiting.

Sherlock looked a little strange, but he went to room [213] and knocked on the door.

"Did you forget to bring something? Little Treasure ......"

The door opened, and a skeleton with black gas from top to bottom appeared behind the door, but halfway through the words, I saw a demon standing at the door, and the skeleton shelf was visibly flustered:

"Excuse me, but you're it?"

"First time we met, I was the Demon Lord Sherlock." Sherlock politely took out the letter from the Academy of the Dead that he had received earlier, handed it to the skeleton shelf, and said, "I found it according to the address on the letter, are you Professor Bacon, the deputy director of the Academic Affairs Office of the Academy of the Dead?" ”

The skeleton looked at Sherlock, at the beastmen and goblins waiting for the fast track, and then at his own skeleton, his cheekbones flushed slightly:

"Come in first, Master Sherlock."

Professor Bacon stepped out of the way and let Sherlock in.

The room is still quite high-grade, one living room and one bedroom, but the room is full of pungent smells, bags full of dirt are scattered on the coffee table, there is a pair of oversized beastman pants on the sofa, and the whole bed is messy, as if it has just finished a bedroom pillow fight.

"I'm sorry, I'm too tired to come here just now, and I haven't cleaned yet, you should have told me in advance before you came, I'm ready to prepare, by the way, you can sit down casually, I'll change my clothes and come out." Professor Bacon said as he entered the bedroom, and soon came out of the bedroom in a bathrobe.

"Those two ......," Sherlock pointed out the door.

"Those are the two students I sponsored, the family is very poor, but they are both very promising children, I don't want to see them because of poverty, let their life path narrow, they know that I came to Winterfell, they came to thank me, you know what I mean?"

As he spoke, Professor Bacon helped Sherlock make a cup of bloody chrysanthemum tea, and then sat down on the couch by the side, throwing the couch trousers behind the couch as if nothing had happened.

"Understood, I totally understood." Sherlock nodded, and said very sincerely: "There are very few virtuous and sympathetic undead like Professor Bacon these years, and good children who are in difficulty should be helped a lot." Let's not talk about that, but let's talk about the combat testers who graduated from your school's Lich. ”

"Yes, yes, let's get down to business, my lord's friends, how many of you are planning to participate in this graduation project?" Professor Bacon stretched out a hand, put his thumb and forefinger together, as if pinching something, and said, "Because you also know that the recruitment information we publish is still a little dangerous, probably like this little bit of danger. People die every year, and our school's funding is very limited, so it is estimated that there will be no such thing as too high remuneration and pensions, and of course it will not be too low, so the lord can rest assured. ”

"I've learned all of this in the [Special Talent Recruitment Center], I just want to ask, how many people do you plan to recruit to participate in the graduation project research, how much do you pay each person, and how long will it last?" Sherlock asked a few questions that he was concerned about.

"Because the Undead Academy is the largest undead academy in the northern underground world, almost half of the lichs in the talent market are graduates of our school, and there are many graduates every year, so our initial plan is to recruit a thousand people, and each person is paid a hundred magic stones, and if the duration is not finished, it will be over in about ten months, but if it dies, it may need to be re-recruited, and the time is not easy to say."

Professor Bacon put it this way:

"Alas, it takes a lot of time to recruit these special talents every year, and it is good to say that there is a war with the surface world, or a regional war in the underground world, but in the past few decades, there has been no three months that can be successfully completed, and graduation every year has to be delayed for a long time, and the longest delay is more than ten years, and it is difficult for me to do the work as the deputy director of the Academic Affairs Office."

"That's a bit harder to do." Sherlock sighed.

"How many of Sherlock's friends can sign up? If the number of people is relatively large, I can apply for it from the more courtyard, and then I can also give a little commission to the lord. ”

Professor Bacon said as he picked up a cup of bloody chrysanthemum tea, which he poured into his mouth, and the chrysanthemum tea ran down his mandible, dripping onto the couch and floor.

"To tell you the truth, I plan to contract all of your school's graduation research this year, and if I can, I hope to establish a long-term cooperative relationship with your school, and the scope of cooperation is of course not limited to graduation research."

Sherlock finished speaking very sincerely, but Professor Bacon in front of him was already a little stunned, opened his mouth, and thought for a long time before saying:

"Your Excellency, do you mean that you plan to contract this year's graduation research? Lord Lord, you may not understand what we mean, we do not accept people who are too strong in our graduation research, because the people who participate in the graduation project are all lichs who are preparing to graduate, and their strength and other aspects are still very different from mature and experienced lichs, if the people who participate in the graduation research are too strong, those lichs may not even have the strength to fight back, so it will not achieve the purpose of testing their strength at all, therefore, we hope to be able to recruit some people like beastmen, Underground creatures like goblins, high-ranking demons like you, if you come to participate in our graduation research, I'm afraid it's not very suitable. ”

"I'm sorry, Professor, you seem to have misunderstood me, I didn't plan to participate by myself, I just kept saying that it was my friends who wanted to participate." Sherlock shook his head and said.

"Well, I can easily ask, what kind of friends are the lord's friends, goblins? Beastmen? Is there so much of it? Don't need a pension? Professor Bacon asked, a little worried.

"Some of my goblin friends."

Sherlock replied.