Speaking of which, the leader of the commercial city is not an undead, but a Warcraft - but by the time I heard the news, I was already standing outside someone's office.

The letter sent by the lord is actually an invitation, and the magic fluctuation that Beatrice detects on it is a trap magic that explodes as soon as it is opened.

Yes, this is not a confidential letter that cannot be opened except by a designated person in order to prevent it from being opened by others, but a vicious trap that will be immediately detonated no matter who holds it in their hands as long as the conditions for opening are met.

It can only be said that important invitations will be placed in the envelope that sets the blasting trap, and the lord of the commercial city has a lot of brains, and perhaps some of them are hinting that since they can't even solve this little problem, then where they came from, go back from where.

Although it is said to be an afterthought, its true race has already been able to glimpse one or two from the means of doing things, and such a realistic and cruel screening method can only be imagined by a Warcraft that believes in the law of the jungle, but is not accustomed to going straight to the orcs, and at the same time moves it to the table for use.

Well, if I could have seen through this earlier, then it would not be Cyno who would have followed me to visit the Lord's Mansion now, but the nine-tailed fox Xiaobai who stayed in Timles with a seal that could never be stamped, after all, there will always be a more intimate feeling between the same race.

Undead creatures can't reproduce, but Warcraft is different, and if possible, even if Xiaobai is pushed out for political marriage, it's not negotiable.

People are pure blood, no artificial breeding, native high-level magical beasts, although I may be a little suspicious of self-selling and boasting, but Xiaobai's appearance when he reverted to the prototype is quite ornamental.

Thinking of this, and looking at Cyno waiting beside me, I couldn't help but sigh deeply, no matter how I looked, I didn't think that there could be any common topic between the Headless Horseman and the Warcraft.

I don't know what worries in my heart, but I think it's a rare opportunity to be able to perform the duties of a personal guard, Cyno seems to be quite excited, but it also causes some trouble, such as refusing the guard's request to disarm, or accidentally emitting the aura of a high-level undead, and scaring a young child who came to work with his mother on the spot.

I haven't even seen the lord himself, and I've caused so much trouble that I'm honestly starting to feel a dull ache in my temples right now.

"Lord Demon King, even if you have to pay for your life, your subordinates will definitely protect your personal safety." After guarding the surroundings, Cyno reported to me very seriously, obviously not very serious, but only in such an occasion where he didn't need to be too serious, he would suddenly become serious.

"Come on, but you're already dead." I complained angrily, and before I could apply violent sanctions to Cyno, a butler-like man opened the door to the lord's office from within.

"Lord Xu Mo, Lord Lord, please come over." Respectfully resting his left hand on his chest, the gray-haired old butler bowed to me and stepped aside, pressing his hand on the door to prevent it from closing automatically.

The housekeeper is more than half a hundred years old, but because of the precipitation of age, his capable temperament is more remarkable, with a swallowtail uniform based on black and white, as well as the unilateral glasses that are most suitable for old gentlemen to wear, and finally the white gloves on both hands, even as a guest, I can't help but praise this standard housekeeper template.

After looking at the royal butlers of the lords of other commercial cities, and then looking at the Demon King City, just thinking of the group of people who were covered in black hooded cloaks, as if they would follow others into the dark alleys at night, and then open their cloaks to make indecent behaviors, I wanted to sigh again.

Although the ability is quite versatile, in terms of visibility, please allow me to give the dark priests a big zero, but for the sake of not needing a salary, and in addition to the current extreme shortage of manpower, the Demon King City is still invaluable to them...... But because it is easy to make the guests feel unhappy when they see their faces, as long as the work of entertaining outsiders is usually entrusted to external personnel or dark elves.

Following the old housekeeper, the lord's office in the commercial city is the size of a floor, and because of this, someone needs to be in charge of leading the way, and although it is said to be the lord's office, in fact, the offices of other administrators are also here, so it is far more "beastly" than imagined.

It's not popularity or beast spirit.,I'm afraid it's because the lord is a monster.,More than half of the employees at the bottom are beasts.,The beasts here aren't half-hung like cat-eared girls or subhumans.,It's really a monster sitting in a position and dealing with something I don't know.。

For example, a frog jumped and jumped to pass by, and I don't know what it is doing here...... By the way, when it approached a certain distance, Cyno immediately made preparations to draw his sword, coupled with the coercion of high-level undead creatures, the frog monster was later fixed in place as if petrified.

And its skin has a layer of sticky liquid, which is super evil.

In addition, in order to be able to meet the lord cleanly, I later smeared slime on the decorative portrait hanging on the wall.

Due to the atmosphere, there was no conversation between us on the way, but Cyno, who was at the end of the line, always exuded an ominous aura of intimidation to the clerks passing by in the corridor, and for the sake of the civil servants of the Lord's Mansion in the commercial city, I had to confiscate Cyno's head in my arms.

Although it is said that without a head, the Headless Horseman will emit black gas from the broken neck to cause environmental pollution, but in any case, it is better than continuing to let Cyno put pressure on others with his eyes, taking the setting of "Dungeons & Dragons" as an example, if the test dice are not passed, the target who is stared at will fall into a state of panic.

"Lord Xu Mo, Lord Lord's room has arrived." Walking through the office shared by most of the staff, the deacon eventually led Cyno and me to the outside of a room, where he knocked on the door.

Strangely, with a simple knock on the door, the wooden door opened on its own as if it had been automatically designed.

The inside of the room was pitch black, but if you looked closely, you could still see a petite vague figure inside, and it was interesting that even though it was humanoid in appearance, it had a pair of large horns on its head.

Before I could speak, the figure inside suddenly began to speak to itself.

"Understand all the truth in an instant, and never stop as long as it starts."

As he spoke, the petite figure walked to the light source that penetrated the room through the crack in the door, and then looked up, wearing a blue coat over a white shirt, a large red bow around the neck, and large black-rimmed glasses that almost took up half of his face......

"The only detective who has seen through the truth is a detective who looks like a child on the outside, but is more intelligent than ordinary people." The boy stretched out his hand to me and smiled confidently, "There is only one truth!"

Damn, the lord of the commercial city is a murderous schoolboy! (To be continued.) )