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Chapter 198 Friends behind!Let's get high together!

"Wake up Curtis and tell him to come and see me."

"Follow your orders."

Wearing a tall hat, a tuxedo, a single-sided lens, a cane in his hand, and a smiling fat diplomat——Curtis, looks almost exactly like his family members.

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

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

The housekeeper in a tuxedo stood beside her elegantly, with a white towel hanging 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 6 Hellboys in heavy armor with guns and shields.

This is what Curtis saw after waking up. The only difference from before he fell asleep is that the lord's armor has changed, and the Hellboy has lost two.

"Did you sleep well? Curtis." Lott took the red wine handed by Maria, took a sip, and asked casually.

"Thank you, my lord, everything is fine." The diplomat held the cane with his right hand across his abdomen, bowed his head and saluted. Compared with others, Curtis was not much worse than Maria in terms of etiquette.

"Not bad." Lott shook the wine glass and tilted his head to look down. "A lot has happened in the past few days. Vickers will help you understand it later."

Curtis nodded and asked, "My lord, during the time when your subordinates are asleep, have the family members performed their duties well and served you?"

Curtis's family members are fat people who look like him, wearing tuxedos and smiling.

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

Even the Court of F is the same, the Mimetic Demon judges a case as an officer of F, but it is not actually a judgment. Once there is an incident, the monitor will be called out and broadcast to the jury next to him, so that they can decide whether he is guilty or not.

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

Under the super monitoring and observation of the dungeon, there is nothing criminals can do no matter when and where they do it.

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

Once the jury finds guilty, Officer F will send the perpetrator to a small black room. According to the severity of the plot, there are confinement, 5 minutes, 10 minutes, 30 minutes, more than one hour, etc.

Of course, there are unrestricted death knights and large healing circles in the small black room for more than 5 minutes.

Imagine that when a certain criminal enters, the moment the door closes, a black shadow directly crushes his cheek to the ground, and then drags a leg and throws him into the healing circle. The next second after waking up , the body was crushed again.
When villains wantonly deprive others of their right to life, it's no wonder that the devil treats them in their own way.

Come out and mix, always have to pay back.

The above is the way of handling civil cases, while civil disputes are handed over to the branch court for adjustment, and monitoring is also used to trace back the incident.

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

Only in this way can Lott develop and build with peace of mind, without being bound by daily chores.

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

"It's an honor to serve adults."

It's around 8pm on a Friday night.

In the domain hall, Curtis, who was standing next to him, held a tablet and listened quietly to Vickers' detailed introduction to him about the current situation and what had happened so far. After finishing, he took orders to go out.

His task is to convince the City of Glory, and let the lords there agree to open the airport teleportation array here, so that their residents can come here to shop-although it may have a considerable impact on the other party's economy, this has to be done. Look at what Curtis is capable of.

The matter of drainage can barely be said to have come to an end, because we have to wait for the results of the negotiations brought by the diplomats.

Lott sat on the sofa and watched the live concert held by Ethel and his team on the big screen in front of him. The scene looked quite explosive. In the entire open-air square, countless green fluorescent sticks were facing the stage in front of them. It kept shaking.

"Friends in the back!!! Let me see your hands!!!"

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

"Let's get high!!!"

"Hi! Hi! Hi!!!"

The singers on the stage were very good at stirring up the atmosphere, and the crowd below shouted wildly towards the stage.

At this moment, the average value on the energy display soared from 30 to 50. No matter ordinary people or adventurers, more than 5 people in the audience were in a state of excitement.

Current energy readings:

910 million!
Through the monitor in his hand, Lotter saw many familiar figures from the crowd, such as Jill, Aaron, Miranda and others, as well as monsters disguised as humans, such as Mrs. Cow, Bat Monster, Demon Dragon lizard and so on.

Everyone was shaking their light sticks and hissing with the rhythm of the stage.

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

At this time, they were wearing T-shirts, sweatpants, and waving fluorescent sticks, calling the singers on stage like ordinary people. They didn't seem to have the pretentious posture of the past.

When they rode the flying dragon during the day, they also lined up according to the rules.

Have these fat people transitioned?

In fact, they had always had the idea of ​​coming here. Until later today, the Imperial Guard Corps, who had been unable to contact them, suddenly ran back to the main city in groups, and everyone seemed terrified.

After asking about it, I learned about the existence of scarabs. I also realized that the water in this underground city could be described as bottomless, so the opinions on the idea of ​​​​going here were divided into two groups.

Their chief elder still wanted to start with the guild, destroying it from within the dungeon, gradually seizing the territory in the chaos, and finally seizing power.

The other fat people said that they just want to live here with peace of mind, and don't want to fight for anything, otherwise, after being expelled, they will have to go back to the old days without wifi and soda. After getting used to everything here, they Sincerely can not do without.

So far, Sumir's guild formation has been delayed again and again, because the reserve funds are shrinking on a large scale - the fat people secretly transferred the funds to their respective accounts, and no one intends to continue to accompany the old guy to die.

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. Most importantly, due to lack of funds, their guild formation outside Expansion wars are also all stopped.

Of course, even without Sumir, other places are still fighting in full swing, and the one that is in full swing is the Augris Federation.

Lott looked at the surveillance images of the Ogris, and after getting a general idea of ​​their information, he was a little surprised and said:

"There are more than 10 adventurers? In their hometown? Then it's unreasonable not to take them this time!"

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