As soon as Sherlock finished speaking, the scene became a little silent.
Professor Bacon sat up straight, crossed his hands and supported his chin, and soon leaned on the back of the sofa. After doing it twice in a row, he kept making the sound of bones colliding and scratching.
Sherlock was not in a hurry, crossed his legs and took a sip of the fragrant bloody chrysanthemum tea.
"You mean..."
Professor Bacon simply stood up and took two steps in the room:
"The person who wants to sign up for the graduation study is a Goblin? I'm sorry, Sir Sherlock, you seem to have misunderstood me. It's mainly my fault. I didn't make it clear. The people participating in this graduation study cannot be too strong. , but not too weak. If it is Goblins, I am very worried about whether they are competent in terms of combat effectiveness, because you also know that if Goblins are allowed to be the opponents of the lichs who are preparing to graduate, the school will You can definitely choose to plant more scarecrows."
What Professor Bacon said was actually very unpleasant to hear. This was also the result of his greater restraint. If the person sitting leisurely drinking tea in front of him was not a high-level demon, Professor Bacon would even want to point at his nose and ask: "Do you think I'm stupid?" From a dick?"
"Don't get me wrong, Professor, my friends and I have absolutely no intention of looking down on your school or making fun of you, Professor. I know that you have a great prejudice against Goblins. In fact, I don't like them very much either, but my brothers Breen friends, they’re different.”
Sherlock put down the teacup in his hand, folded his hands on his knees, and continued:
"To be precise, those goblins are actually servants of my dungeon. Although they are servants, I treat them as friends. Although their life span is not very long, they often die in various accidents. In our society Their status is not very high, but they also have ideals and pursuits, and their strength is not weak. Although they are not as good as goblins and beastmen, they can also fight the undead army summoned by the novice lich. They come and go, and they are still very fighting spirit, willing to challenge themselves and do impossible things, and the reward of one hundred magic stones is absolutely enough for goblins, and ordinary goblins Even if there is an accidental death, the pension is only fifty magic stones, and they will not have any objections. Even if there is a small accident, such as loss of life, as long as no one reports it, there will be no objection. What kind of impact will it have on public opinion? After all, there is no Goblin Rights Protection Association in the underground world."
After Sherlock finished speaking, Professor Bacon thought for a while and said:
"What Lord Sherlock means is that you plan to send the goblins in your dungeon to die as cannon fodder, and then use fifty magic stones as their pensions, and stuff the remaining fifty magic stones into your pocket. This is what you mean. ?"
"How could it be possible? I, Sherlock, am not this kind of person. How could I steal Goblin's fifty magic stones!"
Sherlock said this righteously.
Although the devil in front of him was very sworn, without a contract, the devil's words could not be easily believed even with a single punctuation mark.
Bacon made a simple calculation. To use the core of the dungeon to recruit a goblin, he only needed to sign a contract. He didn't even need to pay his salary in advance. As the dungeon lord, he directly tricked them into participating in graduation research. After dying in battle, Fifty magic stones are used as pensions for them, and Sherlock can pocket the fifty magic stones himself. This cycle continues, forming a perpetual motion machine for making money with Goblin as the core!
The key question is whether the Academy of the Dead is willing to accept goblins as sparring opponents for the graduating lichs.
Obviously unwilling.
"Lord Sherlock, you also know that I am not the one who has the final say on this matter. Otherwise, you go back and wait for a while. I will report your situation to the hospital. If the hospital agrees, I will be the first to do so." I’ll let you know when the time comes.”
Professor Bacon stood up and said this.
"Professor, I understand what you would say, but wouldn't it be a bit too arbitrary to deny my goblin friends without even giving it a try?"
Sherlock also stood up and said:
"Professor, you have come to Winterfell anyway. Wouldn't it be a pity if you go back like this? Why not give my goblin friends a chance?"
"Sir Sherlock, it's not that I don't want to give your goblin friends a chance, but the school has rules and I can't break them."
Professor Bacon puffed his ribs and sighed.
"Professor Bacon, give my goblin friends a chance. You will have more time to stay in Winterfell for inspection. It will also give those poor female students in Winterfell a chance. In fact, I know there is a place There are often some poor and beautiful female students gathered..."
Before Sherlock finished speaking, Professor Bacon's eyes lit up:
"Where?!"
He had just finished speaking, and seemed to think there was something wrong with his expression, so he said it another way:
"I mean, where is your dungeon? I would like to spend a little more time to investigate and see if those Goblin friends are really as skilled in fighting as you said."
"That's natural. Everyone in our Eternal Kingdom Dungeon will welcome your arrival, Professor Bacon. However, we still have a small request." Sherlock said:
"My Goblin friends have some special quirks. If you, Professor, are just inspecting them as the deputy director of the Academic Affairs Office of the Academy of the Dead, you probably won't be able to arouse their desire to fight. You also know that Goblins Generally speaking, their brains are not very good, and if they are not given a sense of mission that can excite them, they may not be so willing to participate in graduation projects.”
Sherlock looked at Professor Bacon in front of him and tilted his expressionless skull face, leaned closer and said:
"Let's do this. I'll go back and think about the copy first. Professor, you can focus on poverty alleviation in Winterfell first, and wait until I write to you."
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The light of the portal flickered at the entrance to the core hall of the Eternal Kingdom Dungeon. The players who were desperately moving bricks raised their heads and looked at the portal.
When Sherlock walked out of the portal, the players immediately ran over, struggling to lift the currency in their hands one by one, and some even ran or crawled over with injuries all over their bodies.
"Buy land! Buy land! I want to buy land!"
"Bed! Get a bed!"
"My leg was broken by the ore! Lao Xia, please help me get some treatment quickly. I can't even mine!"
"Fuck! Can't the system give you a maintenance notice for the resurrection function? When will the compensation be issued?"
The players were shouting one after another. Just one hundred people already had so many demands. Looking at the group of goblins in front of them, they were like a group of hungry pets, waiting for them to feed them. .
Sherlock completed their demands one by one, and then watched the players leave and go back to doing their own things.
After such a long time, players have long lost their curiosity about Sherlock. Although the demon lord model is very handsome and cool, there is nothing new about it after watching it for a long time.
If you have the time to see Lao Xia, why not move more bricks!
Are the weapons and equipment finished? Did you buy private land? Have you bought the bed? It all costs money!
As for the compensation, it is naturally something arranged by "Blue". In order to standardize it, it seems that Eternal Kingdom Dungeon is a very professional game planning team, and it will be distributed to all servers at 6 o'clock tomorrow morning.
Sherlock went to the core hall to browse the forums and other things peacefully. By the way, he also conceived and perfected the main plot and background story to fool the players.
The forum has been exploding with discussions about the background story of "Dungeon: Eternal Kingdom", the relationship between the octopus demon and Lao Xia, the relationship between the strange succubus and Lao Xia, Winterfell. The merchant alliance, Baron Zhao Si's enthusiastic attitude towards Lao Xia, other various dungeon lords and so on.
All of this has aroused the crazy curiosity of the players. After all, although the information displayed in front of the players is only some fragmentary information, it can be seen that the production team of the game has planned an extremely grand world background. In terms of faction forces alone, there are already various and relatively independent dungeons, as well as the merchant alliance of Winterfell. What role will it play in future game content? Is it the opponent of the players, or is it the player's opponent? Allies are unknown now.
The speed at which posts discussed on the forum are refreshed is as fast as pressing F5 to create a brand new homepage.
Only Umekawa Kuko's detailed work experience post has remained on the homepage, and it has been manually pinned to the top.
But Sherlock had already read it and was not very interested in the post.
He began to browse other posts in the forum, and soon he noticed one of the posts, which was constantly pinned to the top. The title was -
[Speculations and analysis on the first copy of "Dungeon: Eternal Kingdom", Spider Queen? Octopus demon? Even Zhao Si?]
"Blue." Sherlock called out to Blue who was immersed in "programming" and asked:
"What is a copy?"
"A dungeon? Are you asking about a dungeon in an online game? From a professional point of view, a dungeon is a place that brings rich equipment, props, and game resources to players. It is very different from the general game area scene. I Let me show you some video information. The following is a copy video and introduction from the classic online game "World of Warcraft". You may want to make some reference for easier understanding."
After Blue finished speaking, many copy videos and introductions began to pop up on Sherlock's screen...