Gamers of the Underworld

"You are her bail guarantor?" The goblin glanced up and down at Sherlock, and then took out a form:

"Put the form and pay the bail there."

"Sherlock's adult..." Evelyn looked at the Sherlock in front of her eyes with tears.

"Oh, don't be afraid." Sherlock raised a finger and said to Evelyn unquestionably, then reached out and pulled Evelyn.

As for the chain on Evelyn's wrist, Sherlock was stacked and placed on the table.

The goblin garrisoned and watched Sherlock’s action, then shouted:

"What are you doing? Where do you take the prisoner? Pay the bail first! Pay the bail there!"

"I didn't bring bail, I just said it, I just came to take her away." Sherlock frowned and said:

"Is it not clear enough?"

"Where did you take our Wintertown garrison as a place? Do you think you are the upper devil to be able to traverse? I am special..."

The goblin has not been finished yet, and a big slap has smashed his face.

The goblin flies out and squats on the third table, which is separated by two tables, and makes a loud noise of "哗啦" and "砰".

The entire garrison was quiet all of a sudden, and everyone looked at it.

On the side of a beast garrison officer, looking at his own hand, the goblin who was beaten out, climbed up hard and shouted at the beast:

"Grass! What are you doing for no reason?!"

"Not me! I am passing by!"

The beast garrison officer also shouted a scorpion, and then everyone looked at the stable demon standing there.

This is magic!

More garrison officers, surrounded by weapons.

"I will take her away today to see who can stop me."

Sherlock said so plainly.

A group of garrison officers look at me, I look at you, no one dares to take the lead in attacking a superior demonic.

The two beast garrison officers had already carried a hand-held magic cannon, rushed over, and pointed the hole at Sherlock and Evelyn.

"Wait."

When the two sides were arrogant, a well-trained werewolf came out of the office of the Guardian's Office and took a cup of **** chrysanthemum tea that had just been soaked.

The Werewolf Director went straight to the front of Sherlock under the watchful eyes of everyone, and put the **** chrysanthemum tea on the table in front of him, and then said:

"I didn't think that you are coming to the garrison. If my subordinates have any scornful things for you, please don't let him go, as long as you are happy."

"Wait, Secretary, even if it is the upper demons, you can't come to our Wintertown garrison. Secretary, you have been teaching us that we must not let go, how can we be at this time..."

The goblin who was swollen on the side of the face, the words have not been finished, the Werewolf Secretary raised his hand... is a letter of resignation placed in the hands of the goblin, said:

"I don't beat you, I can beat you, you can still handle the lawsuit against me, take the letter back, take it."

The goblin looked at the letter of resignation in his hand, and wowed out with a wow.

On the side, two beasts armed with magic cannons quickly put down the magic cannon in their hands, and the organic spirit shouted:

"Hurry up and send this adult!"

"Welcome to the next visit!"

A group of garrison officers quickly shouted at Sherlock.

The succubus is still worried, not understanding what happened, but has been pulled by Sherlock, and then walked outside the garrison.

The garrison officers surrounded by the side, under the nod of the Werewolf Director, have opened a road.

"Secretary, what is the situation?"

A strangely painted beast on the side asked strangely to the Werewolf Director.

"This superior demon, the front foot came in, I followed two letters." The director of the werewolf rubbed the sweat on his face, and said with a lingering heart:

"One was burned by the beasts of the office of the Office of the Winter City Office, let us let go. Another, the son of the Grand Duke Alexander burned..."

...............

The night of the Winter City is already in the middle of it, coming quietly.

Sherlock pulled Evelyn and stopped at a bus stop sign that was full of people.

"How come you get caught in the garrison? Is life too difficult, stealing things?"

Sherlock stood by Evelyn's side, tall and tall succubus, standing next to Sherlock, but only to the height of the shoulders.

"No, I can't do that kind of thing. In fact, I was given a squirrel to sing three singers. I was arrested and seemed to treat me as a party."

Evelyn whispered.

"Undocumented beggars sing? Hey, that is really a very troublesome crime, the three hamsters?"

"Catch it, it seems to be the death penalty, the kind of execution immediately."

Evelyn said with some sympathy.

"This way." Sherlock nodded, don't open his face, and let Evelyn see his expression.

"Hey..."

At this time, a beetle ran over, its carapace carrying four rows of long strip seats, the entire carapace was wrapped like a tin can, and on the side of the seat, it also circled the window Hollow.

The beetle had slowly ran into the station and then stopped in a steady manner.

"Go on the worm."

Sherlock took the lead and mixed up the crowd.

Evelyn also followed the crowd and then she saw that Sherlock did not get on the bus and went down to sit down.

Evelyn snorted, and then some hard to take a magic stone card from his backpack, and brushed it on the magic instrument:

"Drip - poor card!"

The magic instrument made such a sound.

Evelyn waited for a moment, then brushed it again:

"Drip - no money! You are poor!"

"Why are you brushing twice?"

The goblin driver sitting in the driver's seat looked at Evelyn like a fool.

"Hey?" Evelyn turned and looked at the back, sitting on the expressionless Sherlock, and turned back to look at the goblin driver.

"What are you doing? If you brush twice, I won't give you a refund. Go to the back and sit down, don't block it here."

Evelyn’s grievance came to the back and sat down next to Sherlock’s side.

The beetle beast quickly ran again.

"Sherlock is a ghost?"

Evelyn sat in a cautious manner beside Sherlock and asked carefully.

"When you go to school, the magic class passes?"

Shylock turned his head and asked Evelyn.

"failed……"

Evelyn bowed his head.

"As a succubus, it should be a race that is naturally intimate with magic? Does other subjects pass?" Sherlock asked again.

"Failed..."

Evelyn’s head is lower.

"This way." After Sherlock finished, the atmosphere was silent.

After all, all the way through the silence.

..................

"This is my home, thank you Sir Sherlock for helping me this time! You owe me five magic stones, as my thank you."

Evelyn stood in front of a dilapidated two-story apartment building and thanked Sherlock.

The smell of unpleasant junkyards can be heard around.

Sherlock didn't talk, Evelyn thought for a moment and dared to say:

"Of course, Sherlock doesn't have to worry. I'm not saying that I only come up with five magic stones. Thank you for your interest, because I will pay only tomorrow, and I don't have any spare cash in my hands..."

"No, you are selling to my dungeon, I am very satisfied, just as a gift for me." Sherlock finished, pointing out to Evelyn's hat:

"So, I will leave first, I wish you a happy life."

Evelyn looked at the back of Sherlock’s departure and said to himself:

"Sherlock is a good demon."

Evelyn then took out the magic stone card. When I thought that I had just brushed the bus once more, my heart was in pain for a while:

"I knew that I had learned magic so that I could hide the car and escape the ticket..."

Poor, sad, helpless Miss Sister, turned back to her apartment building.

Sherlock, who did not leave in the distance, looked at Miss Sister Devil to open the door and walked into the room, silent.

"It's a waste succubus. Sherlock, I took back my previous advice. We still don't want to hire her. Although it is a favorite property of players from all over the world, now our underground city is just getting started. The vase that dragged the hind legs is still not needed." Bruce very seriously suggested:

"Let's post the recruitment information. A succulent lady with a face value, ability, self-consciousness, and unspoken rules, although the monthly salary may be a bit more expensive, but at least it is easy to use."

"What do you think of Evelyn's words, what is the monthly salary requirement?" Sherlock turned and said as he walked:

"Evelyn? It’s already the limit." Bruce said very seriously.

"So?"

Sherlock’s figure is hidden in the darkness.

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"You are dismissed! Evelyn!" Slim, a wriggling body, in the tea restaurant, facing the messy hairstyle, panting, covered with a layer of sweaty succubus, so shouted:

"A day yesterday, the miners were late for work today! Was they taken away by the garrison? The magic stone card has no money? I have given you a transportation subsidy every month! You have enough money to take the bus bug to work this morning! ”

"No, boss, I really ran..."

"Don't say it again! You are dismissed! Evelyn! Wages? Why do people who are dismissed take wages!"

........................

In a busy city...

The succubus squatted on the sloping backpack and walked through the bustling streets. She stood on the bus worm station and remembered that she had no money in the card.

The succubus found a corner, squatted down, hugged his knees, and recalled everything she had experienced after going to the society. She silently left tears.

...more, one, sad person.

A tall figure stood in front of her.

Shylock is on the verge of looking down on her.

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