“… Please wait patiently for our notification.”
The top student finished the letter in his hand and slowly put it down.
With empty eyes, he looked at the candlestick beside him. The light blue magic flame glowed, elongating the figure of the top student and reflecting it on the wall.
The small room echoed with the fierce quarrels of the residents next door:
"I told you to eat earthy food and salty food. Why don't you eat sweet food every day! Everyone eats salty earthy food!"
"We only eat sweet food there, so it would be strange to eat salty food, right?!"
Then there was the sound of "bang" and "boom" and something was broken.
The top student stretched out his hand, and the magic barrier covered the wall, and the sounds next door stopped.
He no longer knows how many times he has received this reply from the [Eternal Kingdom Dungeon Personnel Department].
But... it's been three days!
Three whole days!
The top students were waiting in the hotel for a reply, but there was no news about the other party.
Why? Is your resume not good enough? Or has the Eternal Kingdom recruited a lich
No, we can't continue to wait like this, we must take the initiative.
The top student strengthened his belief. He quickly stood up, packed his suitcase, and went straight to the Beetle Beast ticket office in Winterfell.
"Hello, I'll buy a ticket to the Eternal Kingdom Dungeon."
"Eternal what? Fire?"
"Eternal kingdom."
"Without this line, there are no transportation lines in remote areas. Teleport through the portal or rent a beetle beast and run by yourself!"
… …
Winterfell Beetle Rental Service Center.
"Rent a beetle beast to go to the eternal kingdom? I know, I know, oh, don't you want this expression? Their dungeon city master also came to rent a beetle beast from me, but I remember it was very close to the surface world, and it was very dangerous. , if you rent it... Yes, that's what it means. In such a remote and dangerous place, if you encounter a Warcraft or an expeditionary force from the surface world, the beetle beast will be dead, so you can't rent it. If you are willing to buy it in full. , that’s fine... Thank you for your patronage!”
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[Sister Ruan Tang: @ Sherlock lord, administrator! I discovered the law of universal gravitation in the game through my daily derivation of posts. Can you give me a test qualification and let me calculate the gravitational constant in the game? By the way, can I have a title?]
[Low-key reading wolf: @ Sherlock lord, administrator, I invented the ancient Roman catapult in my mind. I twisted two ropes with spider silk, tied dire wolf skin in the middle, and the stones thrown were quite large. Lethality! Can it have a title? Or you can test your qualifications]
[Hoe He: @ Sherlock Lord, let’s be honest, why do you have to sit in the forum to read the strategy? Just forget it after reading it. Why do every skeleton soldier in the dungeon now wear a kite-shaped shield? We no longer have bladder bombs! fall!]
[Mekawa Kuko: @ Sherlock Lord, the problem of dropping copies has been really serious. Can you drop more of those black shit-like things? After identification, it was found that the thing called [World of Warcraft feces] was the raw material for making bladder bombs. We have been playing dungeons every day in the past few days, and we have never seen it once. Because you were worried about us blowing up the dungeon, did you remove this loot?]
…
Sherlock looked at the forum, and the numbers behind the messages @his own account had reached [99+].
It seems that because Sherlock's administrator account is more active than before, many players have begun to leave messages to Sherlock in the forum and try to communicate with Sherlock.
Mainly for planning, game testing qualifications, opinions, and titles.
And most of those who want titles are not even first-test players.
Sherlock cleared all the messages skillfully and was about to start browsing the forum, when he heard Blue's voice:
"Lord Sherlock, has it been five days? I think it's almost time to send some interview information to the lich who applied for the job. As for the salary, I suggest it be two hundred magic stones."
"It's almost the same."
Sherlock nodded, and then took out the letter paper and envelope, but before he had time to write, he heard Blue's voice say:
"Lord Sherlock... I don't think it is necessary to write it down. There is a lich who came from the direction of Winterfell."
"Come here by yourself?"
Sherlock was stunned for a moment, then grabbed the cloak on the side, put it on his body, and strode outside.
On the road, I met several players who came to ask for resurrection with their companions in their arms. They were all dirty, bloody and gray. They gathered around Sherlock with their little heads held high, and each one of them was covered in blood. There are ping ping pong pong weapons and equipment. It is obvious that they have just come out of the [Dungeon] and returned with a full load.
Sherlock grabbed it and after repairing his body with magic power, he put it on the ground.
The resurrected player quickly woke up, patted the dust on his body happily, and followed other companions to go to Core Blue to appraise the equipment.
As Sherlock walked toward the entrance and exit, more and more players began to discover that the patrol route of their city lord NC was a little different from usual.
All abnormal things will naturally attract the players' attention, especially Sherlock's actions.
Players began to run towards this side, but Sherlock had quickly passed through the dungeon's boundary and left the Eternal Kingdom dungeon through the entrance and exit facing Winterfell.
Players who discovered anomalies could only gather at the edge of the barrier, discussing whether a new wave of plot was coming.
Sherlock left the boundary of the eternal kingdom dungeon and walked not far along the passages throughout the underground world. He saw a beetle beast in front of him, running towards him with a "pat, pat" sound. Move over here at high speed.
Looking from a distance, there was a cloaked figure sitting on the back of the beetle beast.
The man had obviously seen Sherlock, and began to urge the beetle beast to slow down. The fast running beetle beast made a "whispering" sound, and then slowly slowed down until it came to a complete stop.
Dust spread slightly in the passage.
A beetle beast with six thick short legs stood peacefully in the dust. On the flat armor covering the entire back, sat a skeleton wearing a cloak.
To be precise, a lich.
The lich stood up, and then climbed down from the beetle beast. His empty eyes flickered at Sherlock for a few times.
Sherlock also had a smile on his face, standing in front of the lich, and the two looked at each other.
The beetle beast next to it shook its head, made a "puff" sound, and sprayed snot all over the ground.
"You should be the master of the eternal kingdom, Lord Sherlock, right?" The lich bowed slightly to where Sherlock was stroking his right chest with one hand:
"When we first met, I am a candidate from the Academy of the Dead. I have submitted my resume before, but I have never received an interview invitation from the Eternal Kingdom Human Resources Department. I know it is a bit against the rules to come uninvited, but I really want to Get an opportunity, an opportunity to work in your dungeon.”
"I have an impression of you. You are a top student in the College of the Dead, nicknamed the top student, and you have one year of work experience." Sherlock thought for a while, and then said:
"To be honest, I really hope that you can work in my underground city. However, due to some very practical reasons, I have to ask the Human Resources Department to reject your resume."
A look of surprise appeared on the academic master's skeleton face, and he asked slightly panicked:
"Wait, Sir Sherlock, why is this? If there is already a lich to serve, I don't mind competing with him. The Lord of the City also hopes to hire the best lich, right?"
Sherlock looked at the serious look written all over the skull face of the top student and asked:
"You are very straightforward. You probably don't have many friends at school, right? You probably don't have any at work either, right?"
"Lord Sherlock, is this a work-related issue?"
The top student asked quickly.
"So be it."
"I feel that whether it is studying, researching in school, or at work, it is not advisable to go out to drink, eat, fall in love and kill time all day long. Only by devoting yourself to it wholeheartedly can you gain self-worth. Sublimation. Therefore, I did not deliberately develop in this direction."
The top student said loudly and righteously:
"I have few friends."
"I admit it very generously... He is a talent. In some aspects, he may be in tune with those players. Lord Sherlock, if you hire him, I feel that the dungeon will become very interesting."
When Sherlock looked at the top student seriously, Blue suggested at this time.
Of course, the top student couldn't hear Blue's voice.
"Can I ask about your expected salary?"
Sherlock asked.
"I also know that your dungeon has just started, so I hope to have a formal salary of 800 magic stones a month. I can accept a one-month internship period. During the internship period, my salary can be reduced by half, and my working hours can be From nine in the morning to eight in the evening, two days of rest per week. Since I am joining your dungeon as an external hire, I will not ask for other benefits."
The top student finished speaking quickly.
Sherlock listened quietly, then nodded:
"Your professionalism is very good, and your salary is not very high. I will consider it carefully. You can go back and wait for news."
"Wait! Lord, at the very least, please tell me the reason why you don't hire me!"
After asking the question, the top student seemed to realize that he was a little emotional, and he breathed a sigh of relief and said:
"I'm sorry, it hasn't been a pleasant trip here. But I really want to know what the problem is."
Sherlock heard the top student finish shouting, and then said calmly:
"Because you are not good enough."
Sherlock's words were like a sharp sword filled with holy light, piercing into the depths of the academic master's soul. The academic master couldn't help but take a step back.
This lich genius, who only appears once in a thousand years, received the first blow in his life. The first time someone told him -
You are not good enough.