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

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

The little witch has linen double braids, a tender and round white face, and a height of less than 1.60 meters, plus the magic robe that feels one size bigger, making her look like she is not good at fighting. It's the same with my own soil girl, if you wear a pair of round glasses to her, it will be even more like.

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

　　 "I'm rude, my lord!"

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

Lott looked at her panicked and waved his hands repeatedly to indicate that it was okay-this was the second time they met. When the lord took office, all the newly promoted decision-makers would gather together. After leaving the message to them, they began to take over the relevant businesses in their respective fields.

　　 They don't have any memories before, but various magical skills will be inherited from the previous one.

　　 At the same time, there is a message imprinted deep in their subconsciousness: Serve the lord, be absolutely loyal, and never betray.

　　 This is the decision-making layer replacement mechanism of the dungeon, which was made by the original lord himself.

When the decision-making level is replaced, the previous one will return to their hometown and continue to live their own lives-the memory of the dungeon will be erased, but many powerful skills will be copied and retained, which can be regarded as their reward. .

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

　　Since the pharmacist said that a large amount of literature is needed for research, it should be fine to copy some herbal literature from my own library.

　　 When I heard that the lord needed books related to herbaceous plants, Emily said that she needed to go to the reception desk to read the catalog and location of the books.

　　 "Lead the way."

　　 followed the little witch through a group of giant bookshelves that looked like a forest. She lost her way a few times in the middle, and finally relied on the magic beacon to find the place where she originally organized the documents.

　　 "This is where you work."

　　 Lott swept around, the bookshelves were gone, replaced by piles of parchment literature, and piles of them were annoying to see.

　　 Finally, it was better to come to an unusually clean desk around it—this is the reception desk.

　　 "Please wait a moment, I need some time."

　　 Emily came to the back of the desk and started rumbling through piles of papers—it's really hard for her to take care of such a big place alone.

　　 "My lord, look there." Maria pointed to the red wall in front and asked softly, "What is that? A group photo of the past?"

　　 Lott nodded slightly.

On the wall in front of 　　, there are three huge portraits inlaid with gold-rimmed frames.

They are the first generation to the third generation. In terms of time in power, the first generation is the longest and lasts hundreds of years, then the second generation is less than a hundred years old, and the third generation is only a few decades old, and the time is so short. Mainly because the latter two generations are monsters, they are not good at managing dungeons, so they gave up early.

The first generation is a mixture of humans and demons, so it is quite clear about the management and operation of the city, and Lott’s generation is even more powerful. It is a high-achieving student with a double master's degree in modern psychology and economics. The experience of the company's internship, and the very proud results achieved in a short period of time, so that the dungeon on the verge of bankruptcy can be brought back within a few days, and it can be successfully sent to the developing "highway".

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

　　 "These are the previous generations?" Maria muttered to herself while looking at the photo.

In the portraits of lords, the lord is on the throne, the knight in armor is on the left, the steward in the tuxedo is on the right, the diplomat is a little bit in front of the knight, the witch is in front of the steward, and the witch stands in front There was a masked man wearing a tight waistcoat—a spy intelligence officer. In front of the diplomat was a dwarf with a hammer, a master of weapons.

　　 These are all the decision-making layers.

　　The decision-making teams of each generation are all different:

　　 The first generation lord is a middle-aged man wearing a gold armor and a red cloak, sitting on the king's chair.

　　 The throne knight standing on his left is a heroic adult woman, and the housekeeper on the right is a young girl with two silver-white braids.

　　 The diplomat in front of the knight is the same as it is now, with a black top hat, single-sided lenses, a tuxedo, a left-handed cane, a fat man with a split mouth and a smile. The only difference is that he has a big beard at the corner of his mouth.

　　 The witch in front of the housekeeper looks like a graceful mature woman.

　　 The dwarf is quite strong, and the spy is dressed like a ninja, too invisible.

　　 The second-generation lord is a skeleton in a black academic uniform.

　　 The throne knight next to it is wrapped in black armor, looking like a large death knight.

　　 The butler on the other side is a charming young woman with a silver and white wavy hairstyle.

　　 The diplomat is still the same, except that his cane is replaced with his right hand and his beard is gone. U U Reading www.uukanshu.com

　　The witch became a slumped old witch.

　　 The dwarf looks a little thin.

　　 The spy’s eyes are yellow.

　　The third-generation lord is a shadow demon who wears a purple robe, and inside it is pitch black and can't see anything.

　　 The throne knight is like a big hellboy.

　　 The butler is a little loli with a silver-white single hair braid hanging on her chest and an innocent and splendid face. That tuxedo looks like a thing.

　　 The diplomat’s cane was replaced with his left hand again, without a beard, and without the single-sided lenses, and everything else remained the same.

　　 The witch looks like a kind old grandmother.

　　 The dwarf is a little blessed.

　　 The ears of the spy are the long ears of the elves.

　　 The fourth generation is blank.

This is the family portrait of the lords, knights, butlers, witches, diplomats, intelligence officers, and weapon masters of the first three generations. The lords of each generation are different from their subordinates, except for the silver-white hair of the butler, and there is no change in appearance. Diplomat.

　　 "My lord, where are the knights of our generation?" Maria turned her head and asked. Her inheritance is only housekeeping and etiquette, and she doesn't know other things.

　　 Lott closed his eyes and scanned the whole city with consciousness, and finally opened his eyes and said, "Except for Delia's qualifications, there is nothing else...wait..."

Lott closed his eyes again, and began to search for information about the lord’s subordinates in the sea of ​​knowledge. Finally, he found that the butler and diplomat were brought by the city. The witch and the other two were randomly selected from adventurers, and the knight needed to rely on it. The lords personally recruited, the second and third generation lords were too lazy to recruit, so they made their own.

　　At the same time, Lot found out why it was called the White Dragon Dungeon.

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