After a period of rest, Grabbing Root Treasure landed in the game again.

And this time, as soon as he landed in the game, he felt something extraordinary.

He felt that someone had grabbed his trouser belt, and his heart panicked, not knowing what was pulling his trouser belt, but after calming down, he felt as if his body was being dragged by something.

Is it a beast? And what about my little dragon, it won't be eaten by wild beasts, right?

Grabbing Genbao's heart was even more panicked.

"Sand sculptures! Sand sculptures! ”

It seemed that he noticed that the root treasure was more conscious, and the little flying dragon on the side suddenly shouted.

Hearing the cry of the little flying dragon, grasping the root treasure was a little relieved, fortunately the little flying dragon was still there, what was it that was dragging him? Wyvern?

He wanted to come to his senses, but there was no way to do it, although he could hear the sound, his consciousness still couldn't control his body.

He felt his body resting on a bed, and something sniffed at him, probably the little wyvern.

Just as he was trying his best to perceive the world around him, a strange liquid suddenly poured in from his throat.

It feels like drinking a large glass of freshly squeezed lemon juice all at once, and it's still the kind that hasn't been put in water.

That kind of different stimulating taste made the root treasure sober up a lot.

"Are you awake?"

There was a sound in his ears of someone talking.

Grabbing the root treasure slowly opened his eyes, and the first thing he saw was a huge wolf head.

A gray wolf stared at the Root Treasure with its amber eyes open.

Grabbing Genbao was startled, and he reflexively wanted to jump, but his body had not yet recovered, and he couldn't exert his strength at all.

"Don't worry, this gray wolf won't do anything to you."

Just when Grabbing Genbao was worried about whether he would be bitten to death, the person next to him said to him.

It was a hunter dressed in a hide, and he was sitting on a chair in front of the bed of the Rootgrab, and because of the huge gray wolf in the way, the Rootcatcher did not see him for the first time.

The man looked to be about forty years old, with a full beard, a vicissitudes of life, and deep eyes, and he looked like a raunchy reclusive master.

At least judging from their appearance, the guys who look like this in the TV series are all masters who are well hidden.

"Where is this? Where's my little dragon? "But now is not the time to care about the appearance of NPCs, Grabbing Genbao suddenly reacted, his little flying dragon is gone, obviously I heard the cry of the flying dragon just now.

"If you're looking for this guy, he's here."

The man pointed to the position behind him, and looked over to see an iron cage with a small, bare wyvern without scales in the cage.

"Sand sculpture...... Sand Sculpture ...... Nima! Nima! ”

The little flying dragon seemed to see the eyes of the grasping treasure, and immediately shouted loudly.

The first half of the sentence is shouted at the root grab, and the last few sentences are shouted at the hunter.

But the hunter didn't seem to care about the little wyvern's swearing to himself, and he looked at the treasure and said:

"From where I found you, it's clear that you've fallen off a cliff, and there are a lot of roasted crows next to you, and if you don't mind, I'd like you to tell me what happened. I'm not interested in you and your little dragon, I just don't want anyone to disturb my life. ”

The hunter said.

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A tall tower nestled in the middle of a bustling city.

A man with a white beard, a magician's pointed cap, and a cloak embellished with a five-pointed star, stood in front of a crystal ball, and said with a very humble expression:

"Believe me, Magister, I've secured the location of that wyvern, and I'm close to catching his child."

There was a gray mist in the crystal ball, and there was a chaotic and vague sound as if it came from the clouds:

"I used to trust you, and you disappointed me so much, in my opinion you are not a little bit of a mistake at all, but a complete failure, a guy who doesn't know where to come from, can disrupt our plans and steal our goals, you are useless, I will find someone to take your job."

"Wait, Lord Archmage, please believe me, give me another chance, I will definitely find the guy who took the Wyvern, I will catch him, and send him to you personally."

The magician said in an unusually humble tone.

But the man in the crystal ball known as the Magister doesn't seem to believe him:

"I've given you enough opportunities."

The crystal ball dimmed.

"Nope! No! No! You listen to me, you listen to me......"

Before he could finish his sentence, his voice seemed to be stuck, and his body began to take on an unnatural black, and it began to rot from his fingers.

In almost a dozen seconds, his whole body turned into a pool of black blood.

Only the wizard's pointed hat on the blood water, the magician's cloak, and a channel of keys, playdough for toddlers, diapers, and a superman brand chewing gum, [See You Cafe] birthday coupon...... It also proves that there was once a person who existed.

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"What, the root grabber was taken away by the flying dragon?"

"What? The Wyvern has built a nest around here and laid four eggs? ”

"What? There is also an egg that hatched out of the little flying dragon, and the root treasure fell off the cliff with the little flying dragon? ”

"What? Grab Root Treasure and Little Wyvern were rescued by a hunter who lived in seclusion in the forest, and the hunter also carried two gray timberwolves? ”

"What? Do you even have a picture of the hunter, the little house where the hunter lives, the timberwolf, and the layout of the room? ”

Lancelot couldn't hide the shock in his heart, did these people completely take themselves for fools?

"No, no, no, to be precise, it's not a picture but a picture, the picture is on the forum, and then we draw a picture according to the picture, but it's about the same, after all, there are a lot of people who learn to sketch."

Ou Eatspear, who was in front of Lancelot, said this.

Soon, a player on the side took out two drawings and handed them to Lancelot in front of him.

Lancelot took it, and held up the picture, one of the paintings, which depicted a room setting, with a small dragon in a cage in the middle.

The second picture depicts a man with two giant forest wolves crouching next to him.

Obviously, this is what the players just said, capturing the hunter who grabbed the root treasure.

"Laslot, do you recognize it? Can you tell the Queen and take us to the rescue? ”

The leopard head on the side said to Lancelot.

"Yes, yes, we want the little dragon too, take us there."

Although the Victorian people in front of him looked at them expectantly, Lancelot could not help them, because he did not know the person in the picture at all, and there was a question mark whether he really existed.

It seemed to Lancelot that the Root Treasure had disappeared, how could he possibly convey this information so accurately?

But there are so many miracles that these people have shown, and there are no worse than these two or three.

While Lancelot was looking at the picture, a resident of a passing town suddenly glanced at the picture in Lancelot's hand, and said:

"I know this person, he is the chief of the kingdom's guard, but he was already wanted two years ago, and he was posted all over the street before, and the painting is very similar, are you also tracking down this fugitive?"

"What kingdom? Do you know where this guy is?"

When the players heard that someone knew the message, they immediately asked excitedly, but the man who recognized the hunter in the picture quickly shook his head:

"How do I know where he is, if I knew where he is, I would have reported and received the bounty a long time ago, and as for the kingdom, you yourself stand on the territory of the kingdom, the kingdom of God led by the current king Potato II."

What the man said, he walked away, seemingly not intending to continue communicating with the players.

"At least we've gained something, right?"

Lancelot shrugged his shoulders, and he quickly put the drawing away:

"I know the valuable information you have provided, and I will report it to Queen Liro as soon as possible. As for the missing Root Grabber, he is not only your companion, but also my comrade-in-arms, and I will do everything possible to find him, don't worry. ”

After Lancelot finished speaking, the players nodded in frustration and left.

"I'll just say, this mission must be an adventure mission, and it is impossible for us to find the location of the mission so casually."

"That's a wyvern cub, catch it as a pet, or find it and raise it as a mount or something, just thinking about it makes me feel awesome, and I want to have an adventure in this mission."

"Then let's go find the whereabouts of this guard chief, he is now with Grabber, isn't finding him equivalent to finding Grabbing Genbao?"

"There are three dragon eggs over there, maybe we can steal three eggs by climbing up the cliff."

"I'm in favor, I'm in favor, let's go."

The players left in high spirits.

Lancelot didn't know what was happening, but he decided to tell Queen Victoria about the drawings and what had happened, and it was up to the Queen to decide what to do.

As for the previous wyvern, of course they will continue to look for it, after all, this is an order from Her Majesty the Queen, and as a knight, they will definitely complete it.

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The merchant alliance's partner merchant evening was held in a gorgeous manor.

As the largest neutral organization in the entire underground world, the merchant alliance formed purely for the purpose of making money, of course, they cooperate with a wide variety of merchants throughout the underground world.

Whether it's the high-ranking dungeons, the dungeons built by the superior demons, or the small tribes that live in the wilderness, they all have a more or less cooperative relationship with the merchant alliance.

Of course, not every cooperative merchant has the opportunity to enter the scene of this ball, and the merchants who can enter here must be very influential, have a certain strength, and have a very close relationship with the merchant alliance to enter here, such as Lord Sherlock, the lord of the dungeon of the Eternal Realm.

"Ahh Lord Sherlock, I've finally seen you! I've heard about your name a lot since I was at the headquarters, but I've never had the chance to meet you, and I'm so honored to meet you. ”

In front of Sherlock, there was a very bloated goblin, who took off his hat and said excitedly to Sherlock with a punk bald head.

"This is the official in charge of diplomacy at the headquarters of the Merchant Alliance, and basically as long as the compensation and reward for you are given, it will be carried out by the diplomats of the headquarters of the Merchant Alliance."

Nicholas stood next to Sherlock and said to Sherlock.

Sherlock was attending the party with Evelyn at this time, and there was a black crow standing on his shoulder, followed by a black dragon dog in the shape of a secretary.

Nicholas, as his invitee, has been introducing Sherlock from the beginning, and all the relevant people on the scene, mainly from the officials of the Merchant Alliance and some other important raw material suppliers, will be related to Sherlock in the future, after all, Sherlock wants to build a factory at the crossroads, which are indispensable.

Sherlock nodded at Nicholas, then held out his hand to the goblin in front of him:

"It's a pleasure to meet you, I'm really sorry to have caused you trouble because of various things before, I hope we can work together happily in the future."

Evelyn, who was standing next to Sherlock, looked nervously at the big people around her, she had also worked in Winterfell and was a member of the Merchant Alliance, and these characters he had only heard of in the small talk with his colleagues in legends, and now she was standing in front of her, this feeling was really a little difficult to describe in words.

But if it were Master Sherlock, it would be understandable to do so, Evelyn thought.

After a series of introductions, Nicholas led Sherlock to the adjacent cafeteria area, and then said to Sherlock:

"Lord Sherlock, I'm going to report on my work to the Merchant Alliance Headquarters in a moment, so you can have a bite to eat here or wander around, and I'm looking forward to your and Miss Evelyn's evening dance."

"It's nothing, you go get busy."

Sherlock said with a smile at Nicholas, and Evelyn on the side was already blushing, party dance? I've never rehearsed.

Nicholas bowed politely to Sherlock and left the ball.

Sherlock casually looked around, and reached for a fried black clod of earth, which had a bean paste-like filling in the middle, and looked like a very delicious snack.

Sherlock casually picked up a snack and stuffed it into his mouth, followed by a second, a third, and a fourth......

Dogan quickly walked to the edge of a wooden barrel, the words "bloody chrysanthemum tea" were written on the barrel, and a disposable cup was placed, but Goudan did not take a disposable cup, but opened his mouth to the water outlet of the wooden barrel, and then unscrewed the faucet, and poured it up tons and tons.

"Sherlock, tell us quickly, who are your real targets? Is it the president of the so-called Merchant Alliance? Or is it something else? The parrot standing on Sherlock's shoulder asked, with piercing eyes.

"Do you know something?"

Sherlock, who was eating a snack on the table, asked the parrot.

"Sure enough, I guessed it right, it is impossible for a great person like you, Lord Sherlock, to participate in such a boring ball, but you are a man who pinned the phoenix to the ground and beat it! Sure enough, this is the first step in our world conquest, right? ”

The parrot suddenly said excitedly.

"Pineapple Eggs Phoenix."

Sherlock said to the people around him as he ate:

"Go find Alexander, and tell me when you find him."

"Alexander? Isn't Sherlock the same picture of the superior demon you showed us last time? Truth be told, Lord Sherlock, if you allow me, I can just take him down, that kind of superior demon of the sissy, I only need one breath of fire to get it. ”

The parrot said on Sherlock's shoulder.

"I don't mind if you can do it."

After Sherlock finished speaking, the parrot spread its wings and quickly flew towards the place where the crowd had gathered.

The dog did not move, but continued to open his mouth, aiming at the wooden barrel filled with bloody chrysanthemum tea.

Despite this, his eyes were very nimble in all directions, apparently searching for the man named Alexander.

Evelyn knew Alexander, but she really didn't have a deep impression of Alexander, after all, she had only met once or twice, it was when she was working in Winterfell, and now that so much time had passed, how could she still remember it so clearly.

But Evelyn can't say it directly, after all, she is disguised as a black cat pineapple.

Evelyn quickly walked to the side and began to look for Alexander, at least to make a show, as Sherlock had instructed.

Not long after Evelyn left, Blue said in Sherlock's mind:

"Lord Sherlock, what are you suddenly looking for Alexander? Are you having enough of that guy making small moves behind his back? ”

"He seems to know a lot about Roki Lang Kaimi, and I'm just curious, so I want to ask him in person."

Sherlock said to Blue.

"If that's all there is to it, you can write to Alexander, after all, he is the heir of the Northern Duchy, and it should be easy to find him."

"I've tried all the ways to try continuously, and I even wanted to invite him to the Eternal Kingdom Dungeon, but there was no reply."

Sherlock said to Blue as he took the snack on his side.

"Is he so bold? If I didn't reply to your letter, if I were him, I would have pleaded with you right now. ”

It is better to say so in a tone of righteous indignation.

Sherlock didn't pay attention to Blue's words, but looked in the direction Evelyn had left:

"Looks like Alexander is also on the move, let's go."

Sherlock patted the black dragon dog on the side and said so.

(5,000 words for the first update, ask for votes!) ）