Between two rows of giant bookcases, 10 meters apart, a figure landed in front of Lot's eyes.

It was a girl wearing a black and purple robe, a slightly curved pointed magic hat, and an ordinary broom, looking like a normal witch.

The little witch has flaxen-colored braids, a young and round white face, a height of less than 1.60 meters, and the magic robe that feels one size bigger, which makes her look like a dirt girl who is not good at taking care of herself, and it will be even more similar if she is given a pair of round-framed glasses.

"Maybe I should really give her a pair of glasses." Lott looked at her and thought to herself.

"Rude sir!"

The little witch held the broom in front of her with both hands, and then bowed heavily towards Lot.

Lott looked at her in a panic and waved his hand again and again to say that it was okay - this was the second time they had met, and when the lord took office, all the new decision-makers would come together, and everyone would start to take over the relevant business in their respective fields after receiving the message left for them by the previous one.

They don't have any memories of the past, but all sorts of magical skills will be inherited from the previous one.

At the same time, the imprint has such a message in the depths of their subconscious: serve the lord, be absolutely loyal, and never betray.

This is the mechanism for changing the decision-making level of the dungeon, which was formulated by the first lord himself.

When the decision-making changes are complete, the previous ones will return to the places where they disappeared and continue to live their own lives - the memories of the dungeon will be erased, but many powerful skills will be copied and preserved as their reward.

"Emily, I need some books on plants, do you?" Lott looked at her and asked bluntly.

Since the pharmacist said that a large amount of literature is needed for research, it should be possible to copy some medicinal herb literature from his own library.

Upon hearing that the lord needed books on herbs, Emily said that she needed to go to the main desk to look through the table of contents and locations of the books.

"Lead the way."

Follow the little witch through the huge forest-like bookshelves, get lost a few times in between, and finally rely on the magic beacon to find the place where she used to organize the documents.

"That's where you work."

Lott scanned around, and the bookshelves were gone, replaced by mountains of parchment papers, and they were still annoying to look at.

Finally, it's good to be at an unusually clean desk around - this is the main desk.

"Please wait, I need a little time."

Emily went behind her desk and began rummaging through piles of papers—it was hard for her to take care of such a large place on her own.

"Look there, sir." Maria pointed to the red wall in front of her and asked softly, "What's that?" Group photos of the past generations? ”

Lott nodded slightly.

On the wall in front of you, there are three huge portraits framed with gold edges.

They are the first generation to the third generation, according to the time of administration, the first generation is the longest, hundreds of years, and then the second generation is less than a hundred years, and the third generation is only a few decades, the time is so short, the main reason is that the latter two generations are monsters, and they are not good at running dungeons, so they gave up early.

The first generation is a hybrid of humans and demons, so the management and operation of the city is quite clear, and Lot's generation is even more awesome, with a double master's degree in modern psychology and economics, and at the same time has the experience of entering a large company for internships, and in a short period of time has achieved quite proud results, so it can pull back the dungeon on the verge of bankruptcy in a few days, and smoothly send it to the 'highway' of development.

Knowledge is power, and the use of knowledge is a veritable giant.

"These are the previous generations?" Maria looked at the picture and muttered to herself.

In the portraits of the lords of the past dynasties, the lord is on the throne, on the left is a knight in armor, on the right is a butler in a tuxedo, in front of the knight is a diplomat, in front of the butler is a witch, in front of the witch stands a masked man in a tight vest - a spy intelligence officer, and in front of the diplomat is a dwarf with a hammer, a master of weapons.

That's all there is to the decision-making level.

Each generation of decision-making teams is different:

The lord of the first generation was a middle-aged man in gold armor and a red cloak who was sitting on the king's chair.

To his left stood the knight of the throne, a handsome adult woman, and to the right, a young girl with two silver-white braids.

The diplomat in front of the knight was the same as the current one, with a black high hat, one-sided lenses, a tuxedo, a cane in his left hand, and a fat man with a cracked smile, the only difference being that he had two large beards at the corners of his mouth.

The witch in front of the butler looked like a graceful and luxurious.

The dwarves are strong, and the spies dress like ninjas.

The second generation of lords consisted of skeletons wearing black robes.

The knight of the throne next to it is wrapped in black armor and looks like a large death knight.

On the other side of the housekeeper is a charming young woman with a silvery-white wavy curly hairstyle.

The diplomat is still the same, except that the cane has been replaced by a right hand, and the beard is gone.

The witch became a clumsy old witch.

The dwarf looked a little skinny.

The Spy's eyes are yellow.

The third-generation lord was dressed in purple robes, and it was pitch black with a shadow demon who couldn't see anything.

The Knight of the Throne resembles a large baron of hell.

The housekeeper is a little Lori with silver-white single hair braids hanging down on her chest, with an innocent and splendid face, and the tuxedo is quite like it.

The diplomat's cane has been changed back to his left hand, there is no beard, the single-sided lenses are gone, and nothing else is the same.

The witch looks like a kind old grandmother.

The dwarves are a bit blessed.

The Spike's ears are the long ears of the Elves.

Fourth-generation blank.

This is the family portrait of the first three generations of lords, knights, butlers, witches, diplomats, intelligence officers, and weapon masters, and each generation of lords and subordinates is different, except for the butler's silver-white hair, and the diplomats who don't look the same.

"My lord, where are the knights of our generation?" Maria turned her head and asked, her inheritance was only housekeeping and etiquette, and she didn't know anything else.

Lott closed his eyes and scanned the whole city with his consciousness, and finally opened his eyes and said, "Except for Dilja, there is nothing else..... Wait...."

Lot closed his eyes again, and began to search for information about the lord's subordinates in the sea of knowledge, and finally found that the butler and the diplomat were brought by the city, the witch and the other two were randomly selected from the adventurers, and the knight needed to be recruited by the lord himself, and the second and third generations of lords were too lazy to recruit, so they made their own.

At the same time, Lott discovered the reason why it was called the White Dragon Dungeon.

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