Even in the outer city, the group could barely see any race outside of Drow. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

As a variant banished by the elves, Drow is full of two extremes in her nature. They are extremely conceited and have a hidden inferiority complex, which is evident in the male drow.

They are regarded as reproductive tools and slaves by the female drow all the year round, so they will treat the female drow with obedience and servility in their bones. And once faced with foreign races, this group of male drows will show a nonsensical sense of superiority, and even the best interracial women can't make them emotional.

The vast majority of them would rather be enslaved and whipped by the female drow, licked their beautiful feet, begged for a small amount of pampering, than have any super-friendship with a woman of different race.

In the city of Futarazi, Charlotte saw a male Drow groveling to his goddess at the edge of the park, and after being abandoned, she turned her back and pushed a half-snake girl who had handed him a tissue. Of course, in terms of aesthetics, Charlotte can quite understand the guy.

Unlike ordinary human cities, the city of Fortarazi is not divided into so-called market areas. Although the drows vigorously claim that they have no half-dime relationship with the elves, they still have the arrogance of the elves in their bones.

They are more repulsive to foreigners than dwarves, but not because of the natural caution and vigilance of dwarves, but because of a much more troublesome sense of superiority.

They believe that the city is their home, so it must be comfortable and well planned. The market area that is too cluttered and noisy should not be located in the city, so except for the necessary military installations in the city, all the other facilities exist for pleasure.

Along the way, Charlotte and the others saw too many pleasure facilities and drows with joy on their faces, such as public bathhouses that make people blush when they hear them, such as theme hotels that make Charlotte think about it, and all kinds of chatting and chatting that become a salon banquet hall without shelter......

Don't doubt it! As long as you have the power to overwhelm everything, the city of Drow is a paradise on earth! Even the urban gardens built for art and flower viewing can often be heard heart-pounding sounds from the groves.

The only thing that is unbearable is that most of the blushing sounds are the yass butterflies made by the men, while the female drows let out a queenly three-part laugh.

It seems to be a bit farther.

In fact, saying so much is not to show how *** Zall society is. Rather, it is to explain why Icewind Castle and his party wandered the streets for more than two hours, but still couldn't find the best place to find out the news - the bar!

In Drow's words, 'the low-brow pleasures of the bar are not the place for a noble race like them', and the saloon has replaced the bar in this city. The trouble is that this kind of banquet hall is not a place that ordinary drow civilians can enter. They are the places where the female drow with a certain amount of power gathers to party, unless it is the female drow with a head and face, or the lucky ones who are favored by them, ordinary people are not qualified to set foot in those lavish salons and banquets.

Although with Sylvia and Charlotte's illusion strength, it is not a problem to want to blend into the banquet hall. But when she thought of the embarrassing situation of the banquet hall in other Drow cities for the past two years, it became an uncovered meeting, and Charlotte felt that it was better not to do such a stupid thing without fully reconciling with Sylvia.

"I found a very serious problem. ”

Lolita, who was numb from walking, rubbed her healthy calves, and she endured it until she realized that Charlotte and Sylvia, who had been in the wrong mood recently, did not plan to make suggestions, and then took the place of Charlotte's previous work, and said to a few people with a serious expression.

"Let's not talk about intelligence, if we don't find a place to stay, we will probably make the headlines of Fortarazi City tomorrow. With that, she glared fiercely at one of the male Drows who was about to come over and flatter them, who immediately retreated in fear.

The clever Vivian noticed that her teacher was wrong recently before Lolita, and she waited for a while, and after realizing that Charlotte didn't plan to answer, she sighed and said with Lolita, "What headlines?"

"Three noble and beautiful women are sleeping on the streets!" Lolita rolled her eyes, "I'm sure this will be the most sensational headline in the history of the matriarchal society of Fortarazi!"

It's an exaggeration, but Lolita is right.

Even the most talented women are unlikely to sleep on the streets, as long as they want, some men will obediently give up their house, and then consciously bring two thick clothes, lie down in front of the house, and dutifully work as a guard for a night.

Charlotte noticed that Vivien and Lolita were talking, glancing at her from time to time with expectant and dissatisfied eyes, and then she realized that the two disciples were waiting for her to make an idea.

He shook his head self-deprecatingly, carefully wording Sylvia for advice, "They're right, I think we do have to find a place to stay, don't you think?"

Ever since entering the city, Sylvia has seemed a little pensive. Charlotte asked twice before she nodded knowingly.

"Well, we have to find a place to stay. ”

It is equivalent to no answer. Charlotte stopped talking, he looked away gloomily, took a deep breath, and began to think. The watery spirit rippled around Charlotte, and after a few breaths, Charlotte pointed to a house deep down the street.

"Go there, there doesn't seem to be anyone there. ”

It was supposed to be on the edge of the outtown, and along the way, Charlotte could occasionally see a few mutilated male drows lying on the side of the road where the waste water flowed. Their lives were ruined, and unless they had a great opportunity, no ruling family would hire these crippled men to handle affairs.

Drow's society has no warmth at all, and even the male heirs of the main mother will be discarded like waste once they have no value.

Hooded Charlotte and the others did not arouse much interest among the disabled drows, not because they were friendly or had lost the confidence to live, but because drow society was always full of intrigues.

Anyone who wants to live longer knows that the best way to see this hooded drow appear on the edge of the city is to turn himself into a wooden man. Otherwise, soon, there will be an extra cold corpse in the sewers tomorrow.

Ten minutes later, the northern party took possession of the magpie's nest without any guilt. Charlotte's perception was correct, the small home had accumulated a thin layer of dust and looked like it had been uninhabited for a while.

It is a wooden stilted house of about 200 square meters, the base of the house is made of special fire-resistant tree roots, and the floor slab of the first floor is about 30 centimeters away from the damp earth. The proof is that when the door was opened, several people smelled the musty smell with moisture.

Lolita fanned her face with her hand, and Vivien covered her nose with her cloak. Sylvia's face was as usual, but judging by her frowning face, she was also very dissatisfied with the environment.

Charlotte, who was interested in easing the relationship, stepped forward and cast spells in front of the two apprentices. A gust of wind blew, the wooden window was pushed open by an invisible hand, and the dust in the room flew out of the window, and in a minute, the musty smell in the room soon became less unbearable.

Lolita shrugged at Vivien, pouting at Charlotte in what she thought was covertly. Then he grinned at the latter's angry scolding and dragged Vivien to the next step of cleaning.

A quarter of an hour later, Vivien lit the fire in her room, intending to prepare the day's dinner.

"Come and see, what did I find!"

Just as dinner was about to be ready, Lolita, who was cleaning the bedroom in the next room, ran to the dining room with a badge.