"Dear Demon Lord Sherlock:
We have learned from the [Special Talent Recruitment Center] that your friends plan to sign up as combat testers and participate in our graduation project research on Lich in the new semester.
Our hospital attaches great importance to this and has sent a commissioner to Winterfell. We look forward to discussing relevant matters with you and your friends. We also hope that Lord Sherlock and your friends will adjust their schedule and confirm the time and place of the meeting. .
The following is the current correspondence address of our hospital specialists:
Room 213 of the [Black Inn] Hotel No. 777 in the Old Town of Winterfell, Professor Bacon, Deputy Director of the Academic Affairs Office of the College of the Dead. "
Sherlock finished reading the letter. The work efficiency of the [Special Talent Recruitment Center] is still very fast, and the speed of the School of the Undead is not slow. Only half a day has passed, and the deputy director of the Academic Affairs Office has been dispatched to Winter City.
Sherlock asked "Blue" to take good care of the house, and then used the teleportation scroll to go directly to Winterfell. He left the teleportation gate reception hall and found a hell carriage with a taxi business license:
"No. 777 [Black Inn] Inn in the Old City of Winterfell, please set the meter. Thank you!"
"Snapped!"
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"Snapped!"
The hell horse pulling the carriage behind Sherlock walked away on the bluestone road amidst the sound of the goblin driver cracking his whip in vain. In front of Sherlock was a hotel with a [Black Shop] sign.
At the door of the hotel, there stood a scantily clad beastman. When he saw Sherlock coming, the beastman kept looking at Sherlock sideways.
Sherlock was unmoved and went straight into the hotel.
"I'm looking for Professor Bacon in Room 213."
Sherlock said this to the goblin customer service lady sitting at the front desk who was filing her nails with a file.
"Okay, sir, please register, and then go to the 21st floor. The express lane is on the left."
The customer service lady said this very politely.
Sherlock was stunned for a moment, but he quickly completed the registration and headed towards the express lane on the left.
At the end of the passage on the left, there was a goblin wearing a waiter's costume waiting there. After seeing Sherlock coming, he quickly cheered up and asked in a sharp voice:
"Which floor will you go to, Lord Demon?"
"Floor 21, thank you."
After Sherlock finished speaking, the goblin quickly patted the wall. The wall soon began to squirm, opening a hole in the middle, and the sticky liquid was pulled into thin lines from top to bottom.
It was not a wall, but a mouth that looked like a wall, or a similar container. The inside of the container was wrapped in a space with wooden boards, and a magic lamp was lit on it.
Sherlock walked into the container, his "mouth" quickly closed, and then started a free fall with a "boom", falling straight down, falling for about five seconds, and then stopped.
The "mouth" soon opened again, and Sherlock looked at the corridor in front of him, with two numbers [21] posted on the side.
Sherlock looked out of the container. Room [213] was not far from the container.
"Can you get down? My mouth is sore!"
While Sherlock was still looking around, a vague complaining sound came from the container.
Sherlock walked out, and soon the container closed and looked like a wall.
"Crack."
When Sherlock was about to knock on the door of the [213] room, the door opened by itself, and then he saw an orc dressed in scantily attire and an equally exposed goblin. The two people walked out of the door, throwing With a flirtatious look, she said to the people in the room:
"Professor, you are so interesting, please order us next time."
"Let's go now. Thank you Professor for your hospitality~"
Then the two of them walked out of the room and saw Sherlock. They both looked a little nervous. They hurriedly left against the wall and stood at the express lane behind Sherlock to wait.
Sherlock's expression was a little strange, but he still went to room [213] and knocked on the door.
"Did you forget to bring something? Xiaobao..."
The door opened, and a skeleton with black air all over its body appeared behind the door. But halfway through speaking, he saw a demon standing at the door of the room. The skeleton was obviously stunned:
"Excuse me, who are you?"
"First meeting, I am Demon Lord Sherlock." Sherlock politely took out the letter from the Academy of the Dead that he had received before, handed it to the skeleton frame, and said: "I found you according to the address on the letter. You are Professor Bacon, deputy director of the Academic Affairs Office of the College of the Dead?"
The skeleton looked at Sherlock, at the beasts and goblins waiting for the express pass, and then at his own skeleton, his cheekbones slightly red:
"Come in first, Lord Sherlock."
Professor Bacon made way for Sherlock to walk in.
The room was quite high-end, with one living room and one bedroom. However, the room was filled with a pungent smell. Bags filled with soil were scattered on the coffee table. There was also a pair of oversized Beast Man pants on the sofa. The whole room was full of pungent smell. The bed was in a mess, as if they had just had a pillow fight in the dormitory.
"I'm sorry, I just got here and was too tired. I haven't cleaned it yet. You should have told me in advance before coming. I'm ready. By the way, you can just sit down and I'll change my clothes and come out." As Professor Bacon said, he entered the bedroom and walked out of the bedroom wearing a bathrobe not long after.
"Those two just now..." Sherlock pointed in the direction outside the door.
"Those are the two students I sponsored. Their families are very poor, but they are both good children with great prospects. I don't want to see their life paths narrowed because of their poverty. They know that I am coming to Winterfell. Yes, you came here specifically to thank me, do you understand what I mean?"
While Professor Bacon was talking, he helped Sherlock make a cup of bloody chrysanthemum tea, and then sat on the sofa next to him. He threw the trousers on the sofa to the back of the sofa as if nothing happened.
"Understood, I completely understand." Sherlock nodded and said sincerely: "There are very few undead people with noble moral character and compassion like Professor Bacon these days. Good children in need should be given more help. They are. Let’s not talk about this for now, let’s talk about the combat testers who graduated from your school’s Lich.”
"Yes, yes, let's get down to business. How many friends of your lord are planning to participate in this graduation project?" Professor Bacon stretched out a hand, and put his thumb and index finger together as if holding something. action and said: "Because you also know that the recruitment information we publish is still a little bit dangerous, probably just a little bit dangerous. People die every year because of it, and our school's funds are also very limited. Like Tai There won’t be high remuneration and pensions, and of course they won’t be too low either, so the lord can rest assured about this.”
"I have already learned about these at the [Special Talent Recruitment Center]. I just want to ask how many people your school plans to recruit to participate in graduation project research, how much will each person be paid, and how long will it last?" Sherlock asked. A few issues that I am more concerned about.
"Because the Academy of the Undead is the largest undead academy in the northern underground world, almost half of the lichs in the talent market are graduates of our school, and there are a lot of graduates every year, so our initial plan is to recruit a thousand people, and the compensation for each person is One hundred magic stones, and as for the duration, if all the people are not dead in the middle, it will be over successfully in about ten months, but if all the people are dead, it may be necessary to recruit again, and the time is hard to say."
Professor Bacon said:
"Well, it takes a lot of time to recruit these special talents every year. It's okay to say that there is a war with the surface world, or a regional war in the underground world, but in the past few decades, there have been no three months that can end smoothly. Every year, graduation is required It has been delayed for a long time, and the longest delay has been more than ten years. As the deputy director of the Academic Affairs Office, my job is very difficult."
"This is indeed a bit difficult to do." Sherlock sighed with emotion.
"How many of Lord Sherlock's friends can sign up? If there are a lot of people, I can apply to the hospital, and then I can give a commission to you, Lord."
As Professor Bacon spoke, he picked up a cup of bloody chrysanthemum tea and poured it into his mouth. The chrysanthemum tea flowed down his mandible and dripped on the sofa and floor.
"To be honest, I plan to contract all of your school's graduation research this year. If possible, I hope to establish a long-term cooperative relationship with your school. The scope of cooperation is of course not limited to graduation research."
Sherlock finished speaking sincerely, but Professor Bacon in front of him was already a little stunned. He opened his mouth and thought for a long time before saying:
"What do you mean, Lord, are you planning to undertake this year's graduation research? Lord, you may not understand what we mean. Our graduation research does not accept people who are too strong, because those who participate in the graduation project are all preparing to graduate. Compared with the mature and experienced lichs in various aspects such as their strength, there is still a big difference between them. If the people participating in the graduation research are too strong, those lichs may not even be able to fight back. In this way This completely fails to achieve the purpose of testing their strength. Therefore, we hope to recruit some underground creatures such as beastmen and goblins. It may not be suitable for high-level demons like you to participate in our graduation research. Ah."
"I'm sorry, Professor, you seem to have misunderstood me. I didn't intend to participate on my own. I have been saying just now that it was my friends who wanted to participate." Sherlock shook his head and said.
"Well, may I ask, what kind of friends are the Lord Lord's friends? Goblins? Beastmen? Are there such a large number of them? Do they not need pensions?" Professor Bacon asked with some worry.
"Some of my goblin friends."
Sherlock replied.