Gamers of the Underworld

The "tough" battle of the Undead Academy is still going on, and the demon lord Sherlock, after using the portal to come to the Winter City, went to a clothing store, shopping for a while, and bought it on the roadside. A cup of pearl earth tea, then called a carriage.

In the whistling sound of "啪", sitting in a carriage, the dust went away.

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The black **** is full of horse-drawn carriages, the hoof is stepping on a pan-green flame, and a delicate leather shoe steps on the steps of the carriage, and the sound of "哒" falls on the bluestone.

A black vest with a white button-down shirt, the button work is quite delicate, whether it is vest or shirt.

The black tuxedo jacket has a touch of gold on the sewing thread on the cuffs, with white silky silky gloves, revealing a luxurious and luxurious taste.

Just with a black trench coat cloak, it all became low-key.

But this can't stop people with insights. It's better to say that low-key is a plus item.

From the appearance of the light, this dress is exquisite, meticulous, even the young devil who will give the driver a tip when he gets off the carriage, has the wealth and status commensurate with the demon wings behind him.

Only from the outside.

"Sherlock, I didn't think you were willing to spend more than a thousand magic stones to buy such a luxurious and low-key clothes."

The young demon stood on the edge of the road to the winter city and looked up at the crowded “Magic Goods Store”. In his mind, the core of the underground city named “Bluo” was used. The tone of ridicule is so.

"Just dress up a little, it is more in line with my temperament and status."

Sherlock said casually, a succubus in high heels passing by turned back and walked alongside Sherlock to play with her slender black tail.

But Sherlock was just a polite smile, then put the black cane on his hand in front of him and walked toward the crowd in front of him.

"I originally thought that Sherlock was just about to ask about the ancient ruins. But looking at the current situation, Sherlock seems to have other ideas, so I will wait and see, Sherlock."

Bruce made an unpleasant laugh, but Sherlock had ignored the core of the dungeon.

At the door of the magic store in front of you, surrounded by vampires, lichs, demons of all levels, they all took the magic stone card in their hands, noisy under the entrance steps of the magic store:

"Why can't we divide a place in a dungeon?"

"We have the magic stone, give us a place!"

"The ancient ruins belong to the entire underground world. We also have the right to explore. We give money!"

"The owners of the eternal Lord dungeon have been assigned the right to explore. Why don't we have it, we also have money, this is discrimination."

“Yes, it’s discrimination, what age is it, why is there such discrimination?”

"Auction! Come and bring the rest of the exploration rights to the auction!"

These demon monsters are waving the magic stone card on their hands, screaming, if it is not because of the winter city in the neutral city, this will probably have been shot.

As the owner of the goblin, at this time is trying to maintain order, but his thin figure, in front of these high-order vampires, lichs, demons of all levels, that is not worth mentioning, Not to mention the voice of his speech.

Sherlock held his cane and knocked it on the floor.

The sound is not big, but it seems that there is a kind of magic spread, and the original noisy scene gradually calms down.

The demons who were at the door of the magic store, the monsters looked back at the delicate Sherlock, and the pair of devil's flesh-wings behind him.

This is a demon.

"Sherlock Master!"

The goblin shopkeeper surrounded by the crowd seemed to see the savior, holding his high-top hat, and quickly ran down the steps and walked to Sherlock.

Sherlock nodded to the surrounding demons and the underground creatures, and then held a cane, and gracefully followed the goblin shopkeeper to the steps, said nothing, and went into the store. It is.

When Sherlock entered the store, there was another loud noise behind him.

"Please come back! There really is no extra space for the exploration of ancient ruins. I know that you are very anxious and want to participate, but this is not something I have to say, if any, I have already auctioned it. I have a guest, everyone will come again next time, come back next time."

The goblin shop owner was so embarrassed to say so, and then quickly closed the door of the store, and there were still noisy shouts coming from outside.

"Hey."

The goblin shop owner pushed his own round unilateral pinch nose glasses and reached for a finger in the air.

The brilliance of magic shrouded the store, and the sound of the outside gradually stopped, until the entire store quietly came down.

"Sherlock, what do you drink? Bloody chrysanthemum tea? Or poisoned milk?"

The goblin shopkeeper asked as he leaned toward the counter.

"Sweet milk, I want to change the taste."

Sherlock said as he sat down with a chair.

"Sherlock, look at the big difference from the last time."

The goblin shopkeeper just put a cup of freshly brewed, still green bubbles, with turbid green scorpion milk in front of Sherlock, a crumpled face with a smile, can not see the previous A cluttered look.

Obviously, he is referring to Sherlock's dress.

"Don't say anything about me, ancient ruins, have you found it?"

Sherlock leaned his cane against the arm of the chair, gracefully picking up the poisonous milk and putting it on his knee.

The goblin shopkeeper pushed his eyes again, and the voice seemed a little cramped because of his excitement:

"I have already determined the approximate position, that is, this time, I can find it very quickly. I thought it would take a few years. I didn't expect luck so good, so I found it so soon, but also I spent a lot of resources and magic stones..."

After the gnome shopkeeper finished the chanting, he quickly looked at Sherlock and said:

"Sherlock Master is assured that the agreement you signed with you will still have your right to explore."

"Actually, I am coming today, I just want to ask about things about this."

Sherlock took a sip of poisoned milk and said so.