"You're her bail guarantor?" The goblin glanced Sherlock up and down, then pulled out a table:

"Fill out the form and pay the bail over there."

"Lord Sherlock......" Evelyn looked at Sherlock with teary eyes.

"Shhhh Sherlock lifted a finger and said to Evelyn without question, then reached out and pulled Evelyn up.

As for the chains on Evelyn's wrists, Sherlock stacked them neatly and placed them on the table.

The goblin guard watched Sherlock in a daze, and shouted:

"What are you doing? Where do you take the prisoners? Pay the bail first! Pay bail over there! ”

"I didn't bring bail, as I said earlier, I'm just here to take her away." Sherlock frowned and said:

"Am I not clear enough?"

"What do you think of our Winterfell Garrison? Do you think you can walk sideways if you're a superior demon? I'm ......."

Before the goblin could finish his words, a big slap slapped him in the face.

The goblin flew out and smashed on the third table separated by two tables, making a loud "bang" and "bang".

The entire garrison fell silent all at once, and everyone looked this way.

A beastman garrison officer on the side looked at his hand in a daze, and the goblin who had been beaten out got up with difficulty and shouted at the beastman:

"Grass! Why are you hitting me for no reason?! ”

"It's not me! I'm just passing by! ”

The Beastman Garrison also shouted, and then everyone looked at the superior demon who was standing there safely.

It's magic!

More garrisons, armed with weapons, gathered around.

"I'm going to take her away today to see who dares to stop me."

Sherlock said blandly.

A group of garrisons, you look at me, I look at you, and no one dares to take the lead in attacking a superior demon.

Two Beastman garrisons had already arrived with a man-armed cannon, and aimed their holes at Sherlock and Evelyn.

"Wait a minute."

When the two sides were tense, a capable werewolf came out of the office of the director of the garrison bureau and brought a cup of freshly brewed bloody chrysanthemum tea.

Under the gaze of the crowd, the werewolf director walked directly in front of Sherlock, put the bloody chrysanthemum tea on the table in front of him respectfully, and then said:

"I didn't expect you to come to the garrison, if my subordinates have any neglect of you, please don't let him go, as long as you can be happy."

"Wait, Director, even if it's a dungeon city lord, you can't mess around in our Winterfell Garrison Bureau, Director, you've been teaching us not to let go if we can, how can we ...... at this time"

The goblin who was swollen on one side of his face, and before he finished speaking, the werewolf director raised his hand...... It was a letter of dismissal that was put in the goblin's hand, saying:

"I won't beat you, if I beat you, you can still file an administrative lawsuit against me, take the resignation letter, you get out."

The goblin looked at the letter of dismissal in his hand and cried out with a whoa.

The two beastmen holding magic cannons on the side hurriedly put down the magic cannons in their hands, and the organic ones shouted:

"Hurry up and send this lord off!"

"Welcome to the next visit!"

A group of garrisons quickly bowed and shouted at Sherlock.

The succubus was still stunned, not understanding what was happening, but it had been pulled by Sherlock without saying anything, and then walked towards the outside of the garrison.

The garrisons who were surrounded on the side, under the nod of the werewolf director, all moved out of the way.

"Director, what's going on?"

A bewitched beastman on the side asked strangely at the werewolf director.

"This superior demon, the front foot walked in, and I received two letters after me." The werewolf director wiped the sweat from his face and said with palpitations:

"One is burned by the head of the office of Winterfell, the Beast Senior, let's release them. The other, the ...... burned by Alexander, the son of the Grand Duke"

……………

The night of Winterfell is already in the midst of the hustle and bustle, quietly approaching.

Sherlock pulled Evelyn to a stop at a bus stop sign full of people.

"How did you get caught in the garrison? Life is too hard, stealing? ”

Sherlock stood beside Evelyn, and the tall succubus, standing next to Sherlock, was only at shoulder height.

"No, I wouldn't have done anything like that, in fact, I was arrested for giving alms to three singing hamsters, as if they were treating me as a colleague."

Evelyn whispered.

"Begging and singing without a license? Tsk, that's a very troublesome charge indeed, those three hamsters? ”

"Arrested, it seems to be a death sentence, the kind that will be executed immediately."

Evelyn said with some sympathy.

"That's right." Sherlock nodded, looking away so that Evelyn couldn't see his expression.

"Bang ......"

At this moment, a beetle beast came running, carrying four rows of long seats on its carapace, the whole carapace was wrapped like a tin can, and on the edge of the seat, there was a window-like hollow.

The beetle beast had slowly run into the station, and then came to a steady stop.

"Go to the worm."

Sherlock was the first to mix in with the crowd.

Evelyn followed the crowd as well, and then she saw that Sherlock didn't get into the car and swiped her card, so she went straight to the back and sat down.

Evelyn was stunned for a moment, and then with some difficulty, she took out a magic stone card from her cross-body backpack and swiped it on the magic instrument:

"Drop-poor card!"

The magic instrument made such a sound.

Evelyn waited for a moment, then swiped again:

"Drip-no money! You're a poor! ”

"Why are you brushing twice?"

The goblin driver, who was sitting in the driver's seat, looked at Evelyn like a fool.

"Huh?" Evelyn turned her head to look behind her, and the expressionless Sherlock, who was seated, turned back to look at the goblin driver.

"Hey, I won't give you a refund if you brush it twice, hurry up and sit in the back, don't block it here."

Evelyn walked to the back of the house aggrievedly, and then sat down beside Sherlock.

The beetle beast quickly ran again.

"Mistress Sherlock is...... Ghosts? ”

Evelyn asked cautiously as she sat beside Sherlock.

"Did you pass a magic class when you were in school?"

Sherlock asked, turning his head to look at Evelyn.

"Failing ......"

Evelyn bowed her head.

"As a succubus, you must be a race that is naturally very friendly to magic, right? Do you pass any other subjects? Sherlock asked again.

"Fail......"

Evelyn's head was lowered.

"That's it." After Sherlock finished speaking, the atmosphere fell silent.

After that, all the way was spent in silence.

………………

"This is my home, thank you, Lord Sherlock, for helping me this time! The five magic stones you owe me will be my thank you gift. ”

Evelyn stood in front of a dilapidated two-story apartment building and bowed to Sherlock in thanks.

You can vaguely smell the smell of a foul garbage dump in the surrounding area.

Sherlock didn't speak, and Evelyn thought for a moment and then dared to continue:

"Of course, Sherlock doesn't have to worry, I didn't mean to thank you for only taking out five magic stones, because I will only pay my salary tomorrow, and I don't have any spare money in my hand......"

"No need, I'm very satisfied with the dungeon you sold to me, so let's take it as a gift from me." After Sherlock finished speaking, he took off his hat and gestured to Evelyn:

"Well, I'll leave first, and I wish you a happy life."

Evelyn looked at Sherlock's back as she left, and said to herself:

"Lord Sherlock, what a good demon."

Evelyn then took out the magic stone card again, and the thought of getting on the bus just now and swiping it one more time made her heart ache:

"I knew I was learning magic so I could hide the fare and skip the ticket......"

The poor, sad, and helpless young lady of the succubus turned and went back to her apartment building.

Sherlock, who had not left in the distance, watched as the young lady of the succubus opened the door and walked into the room, silent.

"What a waste succubus, Lord Sherlock, I take back my previous advice, let's not hire her, although waste is a favorite attribute of players in the other world, but now our dungeon is just getting started, let's not need a vase that drags its legs." Blue seriously suggested:

"Let's go and publish the recruitment information, a succubus lady with good looks, ability, consciousness, and unspoken rules, although the monthly salary may be a little expensive, but at least it's easy to use."

"What do you think Evelyn's monthly salary requirement?" Sherlock turned around and said as he went:

"Evelyn? Eating and living is already the limit. Blue said seriously.

"Is that so?"

Sherlock's form was lost in the darkness.

——————

"You've been fired! Evelyn! A squirming slime, in the cha-and-chafe, yelled at a succubus with messy hair, panting, and a sweat bead on his face:

"Yesterday the miners had a day, today I was late for work! Captured by the garrison? Magic Stone Card out of money? I've calculated the transportation allowance for you every month! You're totally enough to get to work this morning! ”

"No, boss, I'm really here ......"

"Say no more! You've been fired! Evelyn! Wages? Why should the dismissed person get paid! ”

……………………

Busy city ......

The succubus walked through the bustling streets with a crossbody backpack, and she stood on the bus stop when she remembered that she had no money in her card.

The succubus found a corner, squatted down, hugged her knees, and recalled everything she had experienced after entering society, and she silently left tears.

…… Again, one, sad people.

A tall figure stood in front of her.

Sherlock looked at her condescendingly.

(PY's "Reminiscence of Youth Road" is a book of female frequency.,Because it's my reader.,So I'll help push it.,If you like to watch female frequency, you can go and read it)

(The first update, ask for a monthly pass recommendation ticket.) ）