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Chapter 108 Family Portraits Through The Ages
Between two rows of giant bookcases 10 meters apart, a figure landed in front of Lott.

It was a girl wearing a black and purple robe, a slightly curved pointed magic hat, and holding an ordinary broom. She looked like a normal witch.

The little witch has flaxen double braids, an immature and round fair face, a height of less than 1 meters, and the magic robe that feels a little bigger, which makes her look like she is not good at fighting. It’s like taking care of your own local girl. If you match her with a pair of round-frame glasses, it will be even more similar.

"Maybe I should really get her a pair of glasses." Lott looked at her and thought to himself.

"I'm sorry, my lord!"

The little witch held the broom with both hands and placed it horizontally in front of her, then bowed heavily towards Lott and saluted.

Lott looked at her flustered look, and waved his hands again and again to express that it was okay—this was the second time they met. When the lord took office, all the newly promoted decision-makers would gather together. After the first term left them with the message, they began to take over related businesses in their respective fields.

They don't have any memories of the past, but all kinds of magical skills will be inherited from their predecessors.

At the same time, there is a message imprinted deep in their subconscious: serve the lord, be absolutely loyal, and never betray.

This is the decision-making layer replacement mechanism of the dungeon, which was formulated by the first-generation lord himself.

When the change of decision-makers is over, the predecessors will return to their hometown and continue to live their own lives-the memory of the dungeon will be erased, but many powerful skills will be copied and retained as their reward Bar.

"Emily, I need some books about plants, do you have any?" Lott looked at her and asked straightforwardly.

Since the pharmacist said that a large amount of literature is needed for research, it should be possible to copy some medicinal herb literature from his own library.

Upon hearing that the lord needed books related to herbal plants, Emily said that she needed to go to the front desk to browse the catalog and location of the books.

"Lead the way."

I followed the little witch through the huge forest-like bookshelves, and got lost a few times in the middle, and finally found the place where she originally organized the documents by relying on the magic beacon.

"This is where you work."

Lott scanned around, and the bookshelves were gone, replaced by piles of parchment documents, and piles of them were annoying to read.

Finally, it is better to come to a desk with an unusually clean surrounding - this is the main desk.

"Wait a minute, I need a moment."

Emily came behind the desk and began to rummage through the piles of files - it was really difficult for her to manage such a large place alone.

"Sir, look over there." Maria pointed to the red wall in front and asked softly, "What is that? A group photo of past generations?"

Lot nodded slightly.

On the wall in front, there are three huge portraits with gold-rimmed photo frames hanging impressively.

They are the first generation to the third generation. In terms of ruling time, the first generation is the longest, lasting hundreds of years, the second generation is less than 100 years, and the third generation is only a few decades. The time is so short, mainly It's because the two generations later are all monsters, and they are not good at running dungeons, so they gave up early.

The first generation is a hybrid of humans and demons, so they are quite clear about the management and operation of the city, and the generation of Lott is even more powerful. He has a double master's degree in modern psychology and economics. With the company's internship experience and impressive results in a short period of time, he was able to pull back the dungeon that was on the verge of bankruptcy within a few days, and smoothly send it to the "highway" of development.

Knowledge is power, and using knowledge is a veritable giant.

"These are the previous generations?" Maria looked at the photos and muttered to herself.

In the portraits of the lords of the past dynasties, the lord is on the throne, a knight in armor is on the left, a steward in a tuxedo is on the right, a diplomat is on the side in front of the knight, a witch is in front of the steward, and a witch is standing in front of the knight. There is a masked man wearing a tight waistcoat - a spy intelligence officer. In front of the diplomat is a dwarf holding a hammer, the weapons master.

These are all the decision-making layers.

Each generation’s decision-making teams are all different:

The lord of the first generation was a middle-aged man wearing golden armor and a red cloak, sitting on a royal chair.

The knight on the throne standing on his left is a heroic adult woman, and the butler on the right is a young girl with two silver and white braids.

The diplomat in front of the knight is the same as the current one, with a black top hat, single-sided glasses, tuxedo, left-handed cane, and a fat man with a cracked smile. The only difference is that there are two big beards at the corners of his mouth.

The witch in front of the butler looked like a graceful and luxurious mature woman.

The dwarves were strong, and the spies were dressed like ninjas so they couldn't be seen.

The lord of the second generation is a skeleton wearing a black academic uniform.

The throne knight next to it was wrapped in black armor and looked like a large death knight.

The butler on the other side is a charming young woman with silver-white wavy hair.

The diplomat is still the same, but the cane is replaced by the right hand, and the beard is gone.

The witch became a crooked old hag.

The dwarf looks a little skinny.

A spy's eyes are yellow.

The third-generation lord is a shadow demon who is wearing a purple robe, and the inside is pitch black and nothing can be seen.

The Throne Knight is like a big-sized Hellboy.

The housekeeper is a little lolita with a silver-white single braid hanging down her chest, with a bright and innocent face, and the tuxedo is quite decent.

The diplomat's cane is switched back to the left hand again, there is no beard, the one-way lens is gone, and other things remain unchanged.

The witch looks like a kind old woman.

The dwarf is a bit fat.

The ears of the spy are the long ears of the elves.

Fourth generation blank.

These are the family portraits of the lords, knights, stewards, witches, diplomats, intelligence officers, and weapon masters of the previous three generations. The lords of each generation are different from their subordinates, except for the silver-white hair of the steward, which looks unchanged. diplomat.

"My lord, where are the knights of our generation?" Maria turned her head and asked, her heritage was only internal affairs and etiquette, and she didn't know anything else.

Lott closed his eyes and scanned the whole city with his consciousness, and finally opened his eyes and said, "Except that Delia is qualified, there is nothing else."

Lott closed his eyes again, and began to search for information about the lord's subordinates in the sea of ​​knowledge, and finally found that the steward and the diplomat were brought in by the city, the witch and the other two were randomly selected from adventurers, and the knight needed to rely on The lord recruited it himself, and the second and third generation lords were too lazy to recruit, so they made it themselves.

At the same time, Lott discovered the reason why it was called the White Dragon Dungeon.

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