Start a Dungeon

"Wake up Curtis and let him come and see me."

"My lord, please."

.........

Curtis, a fat diplomat with a high hat, a tuxedo, single-sided lenses, a cane in his hand, and a smile on his face, looks almost exactly the same as his family members.

When he pushed open the huge double door in front, he came to the magnificent throne hall.

In front of him, on the huge golden throne, the lord wearing exquisite black knight armor was sitting there with one hand and his cheek in a lazy posture.

The housekeeper in a tuxedo next to her stood gracefully, a white towel hung on her left arm, and her right hand was pouring a glass of red liquid for the lord, looking like a waiter.

Around the throne stood six Hellboys wearing heavy armors with guns and shields.

This is what Curtis saw when he woke up. The only difference from before he fell asleep was that the lord's armor was changed, and the hellboy was missing two.

"Are you sleeping well? Curtis." Lott took a sip of the red wine offered by Maria, and asked casually.

"Thanks to the Lord, everything is fine." The diplomat held his cane with his right hand on his abdomen, bowed his head and bowed in salute. Compared to the others, Curtis was not much worse than Maria in terms of etiquette.

"Not bad." Lot shook his glass, tilted his head and looked down. "A lot has happened these days. Vickers will help you understand later."

Curtis nodded and asked: "My lord, during this period of time when your subordinates are sleeping, do the family members perform their duties and serve you well?"

Curtis's family members are all the fat guys who look the same as him, wearing tuxedos and smiling all over their faces.

Such as the manager of the commerce department, the supervisor of the administrative center, the host of the card house and so on.

Even the F court is the same. The mimetic demon judged the case in the capacity of Officer F. In fact, it cannot be regarded as a judgment. Once there is an incident, the monitoring will be brought out to the jury next to it to watch, so that they can judge whether they are guilty.

And the picture played is like an invisible camera that has been following the perpetrators, their every action, the cause and effect, and even the tone of voice can be seen clearly.

Under the super-strong monitoring and observation of the dungeon, everything the criminals did, no matter when and where, was invisible.

In other words, there are no detectives or lawyers here.

Once the jury found guilty, Officer F sent the offender to the small black room. According to the seriousness of the circumstances, there were confinement, 5 minutes, 10 minutes, 30 minutes, more than one hour, and so on.

Of course, in the small black room for more than 5 minutes, there are the death knights and the big healing circle that have lifted the restrictions.

Imagine that when a criminal enters, the moment the door is closed, a black shadow immediately crushes his cheek to the ground, then drags a leg into the healing formation, and the next second after waking up , The body was crushed again...

When the villains wantonly deprive others of the right to survive, it is not to blame the demons for treating them in their own way.

When you come out, you always have to pay it back.

The above is the handling of cases, civil disputes are handed over to the branch for adjustment, and monitoring is also used to retrospect the incident.

Curtis’s family members performed their respective duties well. They mastered, formulated, and planned the daily order of the dungeon, and all normal social operation modes were run in an orderly manner under their management.

This will allow Lott to develop and build without worrying about being constrained by daily chores.

"Your family members are very good, which saves me a lot of trouble." Lott looked at Curtis and smiled.

"It is our honor to serve adults."

It's around 8 o'clock on Friday night.

In the Domain Hall, Curtis, who was standing next to him, took the tablet and listened quietly as Vickers gave him a detailed introduction of the current situation and what has happened so far. After that, he led out.

His task is to persuade the City of Glory to allow the lord there to agree to open the airport teleportation array here, so that the residents from them can come here to shop. Although it may cause the other party's economy to be affected considerably, this has to be done. Look at Curtis's ability.

The drainage incident can barely be said to have come to an end, because later you have to wait for the outcome of the negotiations brought by the diplomat.

Lott sat leaning on the sofa and looked at the live concert held by Ethel and his team on the big screen in front. The scene looked quite exciting. In the open plaza, countless green glow sticks were facing the front stage. It kept shaking.

"Friends behind!!! Let me see your hands!!!"

"\\(^o^)/yeah~~~!!!"

"Let's get up there!!!"

"Hi! Hi! Hi!!!"

The singers on the stage can agitate the atmosphere, and the crowd below screams frantically on the stage.

At this moment, the average value on the energy display soared from 30 to 50. Whether ordinary people or adventurers, there were more than 50,000 people in the audience.

Current energy reading:

9.1 million!

Lott also saw many familiar figures from the crowd through the monitor in his hand, such as Jill, Aaron, Miranda, etc., as well as monsters disguised as humans, such as Madame Bull, Bat Monster, Demon Dragon lizards and so on.

Everyone shook the light stick and hissed to exhaustion with the rhythm on the stage.

At the same time, Lot also spotted the figures of several big fat people in Sumir City. Except for their big elders and individual principals, several others had arrived.

At this time, they were wearing T-shirts, sweatpants, and waving light sticks, calling the singers on stage frantically like ordinary people, as if they didn't have the pretentious posture of the past, just like ordinary star chasers.

When they rode flying dragons during the day, they also lined up according to the rules~www.readwn.com~ Has this group of fat guys changed sex?

In fact, they had always had the idea of ​​playing here. Until later today, the Guards, which had been unable to contact, suddenly ran back to the main city in droves, and each looked scared.

Only after asking about the existence of the scarab, I also realized that the water in this dungeon is almost bottomless, so the voices about the idea here are divided into two factions.

Their great elder still wants to start with the guild, destroying from the inside of the dungeon, gradually grabbing the territory in the chaos, and finally seizing power.

The other fat people said they just want to live here with peace of mind, and don’t want to fight for anything, or after being expelled, they have to go back to the days when there was no wifi and no soda. After getting used to everything here, they The sincerity is inseparable.

At this point, Sumir's plan to form a guild has been delayed again and again, because the reserve funds are shrinking on a large scale-the fat guys secretly transferred the funds to their respective accounts, and no one intends to continue to accompany the old guy to his life.

No way, Sumir’s guild formation plan can only be completed with the assistance of Doras, but the scale is considered the weakest among the other forces. The most important thing is that due to the lack of funds, they are outside. The expansion war also ceased.

Of course, even if there is no Sumir, other places are still fighting in full swing, and the limelight is definitely the Auglis Federation.

Lott looked at the surveillance video about the Augriss, and after getting some information about them, he was slightly surprised:

"Adventurers with more than 100,000? In their hometown? Then it won't be justified if you don't take them this time!"

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