The "tragic" battle in the Academy of the Dead is still going on, and the demon lord Sherlock, after using the portal to come to Winterfell, visited a clothing store, shopped for a while, and then bought something on the roadside. A cup of pearl tea, and then a carriage was called.
Amid the sound of whipping, he drove away in a carriage.
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The black hell horse pulled the square carriage, with cyan flames on its hooves. A delicate leather shoe stepped on the steps of the carriage, and landed on the bluestone with a "click" sound.
Wearing a black vest with a white button-down shirt, the buttons are quite exquisitely made, both for the vest and the shirt.
The black tuxedo jacket has a hint of gold in the sewing line of the cuffs, and is paired with white silky gloves, exuding a noble and luxurious feel.
But paired with a black windbreaker and cape, everything becomes low-key.
But this cannot stop knowledgeable people. Rather, being low-key is a plus.
Judging from the appearance alone, this young demon who is exquisitely dressed and meticulous, and even tips the driver when getting off the carriage, has wealth and status commensurate with the demon wings behind him.
Just in terms of appearance.
"Lord Sherlock, I didn't expect that you would be willing to spend more than a thousand magic stones to buy such a luxurious, low-key and meaningful outfit."
The young demon stood on the edge of the road to Winterfell, looking up at the [Homecoming Magic Items Store] that was crowded with people. In his mind, the core of the dungeon named "Blue" was being used. He said this in a teasing tone.
"It's just a little bit of dressing up to suit my temperament and status."
Sherlock said casually, and a passing succubus wearing high heels turned back and waved her slender black tail at Sherlock as she walked.
But Sherlock just greeted him with a polite smile, then put the spiral-patterned black cane in front of him and walked towards the crowd in front of him.
"Originally, I thought Lord Sherlock just wanted to ask about the ancient ruins, but looking at the current situation, Lord Sherlock seems to have other ideas. Then I will wait and see, Lord Sherlock."
Blue let out an ugly laugh, but Sherlock ignored the dungeon core.
At the entrance of the magic shop in front of me, there were vampires, lichs, and demons of all levels surrounding them. Without exception, they were holding magic stone cards in their hands and making noisy noises under the entrance steps of the magic shop:
"Why can't we have a quota in the dungeon?"
"We have magic stones, give us a spot!"
"Ancient ruins belong to the entire underground world. We also have the right to explore, and we will pay!"
"Just now, the city lords of the Eternal Lord Dungeon have all been assigned the right to explore. Why don't we? We also have money. This is discrimination."
"That's right, it's discrimination. How old is it? Why is there still such discrimination?"
"Auction! Hurry up and put the remaining exploration rights up for auction!"
These demon monsters were waving the magic stone cards in their hands feverishly and shouting. If it weren't for the fact that they were in the neutral city of Winterfell, they would have probably fought.
The goblin who is the owner of the shop is trying to maintain order there, but his small figure is not worth mentioning in front of these high-level vampires, lichs, and demons of all levels. Not to mention the sound of his voice.
Sherlock held his cane and tapped it on the ground.
The sound was not loud, but it was as if a kind of magic was spreading, and the originally noisy scene gradually became quiet.
The demons who surrounded the entrance of the magic shop turned around and saw Sherlock, who was dressed in exquisite clothes, and a pair of folded demon flesh wings behind him.
This is a superior demon.
"Lord Sherlock!"
The goblin shop owner who was surrounded by the crowd seemed to have seen a savior. He held on to his tall hat and trotted down the steps and walked to Sherlock.
Sherlock nodded and saluted the surrounding demons of all levels and underground creatures. Then he held his cane and elegantly followed the goblin shop owner up the steps. Without saying anything, he went into the shop on his own. .
When Sherlock entered the shop, there was once again a commotion behind him.
"Everyone, please come back! There are really no extra quotas for the right to explore ancient ruins. I know you are all very anxious and want to participate, but I don't have the final say on this matter. If there were, it would have been auctioned long ago. I still have guests, please come again next time, come again next time.”
The goblin shop owner said this in embarrassment, and then quickly closed the door of the shop, while noisy shouts continued to be heard outside.
"Crack."
The goblin shopkeeper pushed up his round pince-nez, stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers in the air.
The light of magic enveloped the shop, and the sounds outside gradually stopped until the entire shop became silent.
"Lord Sherlock, what are you drinking? Bloody chrysanthemum tea? Or toad venom milk?"
The goblin shopkeeper asked as he hunched over and headed towards the counter.
"Toad venom milk, I want a change of taste."
Sherlock said as he found a chair and sat down.
"Lord Sherlock, it looks very different from last time."
The goblin shopkeeper placed a cup of freshly brewed, turbid green toad venom milk that was still bubbling with green bubbles in front of Sherlock. There was a smile on his wrinkled face, and there was no trace of the previous milk. He looked like he was in a hurry.
Obviously, he was referring to Sherlock's dress.
"Forget about me, have you found the ancient ruins?"
Sherlock leaned his cane on the armrest of the chair, elegantly picked up the toad venom milk, and placed it on his knees.
The goblin shopkeeper pushed his eyes again, his voice a little awkward due to excitement:
"The approximate location has been determined, and within this period of time, we can find it very quickly. I originally thought it would take a few years, but I didn't expect that we would be so lucky that we could find it so quickly. However, It took a lot of resources and magic stones... "
After the goblin shopkeeper finished talking, he quickly looked at Sherlock and said:
"Don't worry, Sir Sherlock. From the agreement we signed with you, you still have your share of the right to explore."
"Actually, I came here today just to ask about this matter."
Sherlock took a sip of toad venom milk and said so.