"Who is the person stalking you?"

In front of a fruit vendor in Moses, Malf haggles with the vendors with great skill, about the same as the maids of the great nobles who live here go out to collect goods, and it doesn't take long to kill a third of the price of the vendors. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Lellard was bored lying on the stone railing, and in the distance you could see a fiery red patch.

It was the first time Lillard had seen such a magnificent sight underground.

The red heat flow underground, and the rolling heat wave constantly empties the moisture in the underground cavern, and the resulting air wave constantly hits the surrounding crypts, so that the entire crypt city has a complete ventilation system.

In order to improve the environment here, the Aktia family drove tens of thousands of cavemen to dig a river nearly a kilometer long and about five meters wide to cool the cave. Standing on a high vantage point, it was easy to see the glittering river running through the surface not far away, bringing a new splendor to the monotonous underworld.

With water, light, and magical radiation, some other edible plants were cultivated through improved breeding.

Just because of the harsh environment, with plenty of sunlight and photosynthesis, and no temperature difference between day and night, the plant obviously does not produce sugar to sweeten the plant's fruit. Because of environmental constraints, plants are particularly fragile, and plants like different mushrooms have strong adaptability to the ground, and it is necessary to prevent these cash crops from being squeezed by local species to produce large-scale death.

At least one ninth-level warlord with more than a dozen eighth-level warlords managed the terraced fields below, and many civilians participated in the planting of the farmland.

The greenery, and the myriad of mushroom groves that stood several meters high, made Leillard almost think that this was not the same place as the Ramat district where Thorin lived.

In fact, you only need to pass through a tunnel tens of meters long to get here, but many people in Ramat have to spend their lives in the lower levels and in the dark, constantly digging mottled minerals in the smoky caverns in exchange for money to support their families.

Occasionally, one or two lucky people dug up Adamantite Mithril and only made the house they lived in bigger and had a few half-elf minions. Status: There is no possibility of change without accidents.

True natural light is something you won't want to see in your lifetime.

Before he knew it, Lillard felt a little sympathy for the Drow who had never crossed paths.

Shake your head hard to calm down. This is strictly a place where the enemy lives, and no matter how leisurely anyone is, he will not feel sorry for the enemy. Drow is an evil race, and as the ruling class of the underground superior species, they have not taken a serious look at other races.

Even if Lillard racked his brain here to think of a series of questions for them, in the end it would not do him any good.

The only thing that can make Lillard feel the same way is that he will not let his people live in such a harsh environment in the future.

Straightening his mind, Lillard turned his head and listened to Malv's question, he himself didn't know where the two dwarves came from, just listening to them should be outsiders, and the people in their mouths were also talking about the people who were buying and selling ores. As for who they were looking for and how they were going to buy and sell, Lillard apparently didn't hear a word. If the other party is hostile because of this, then in addition to indicating that there is a problem with the business in the first place.

Either there is something wrong with these two people.

Could it be a wanted man?

Leillard was a little embarrassed by his own idea.

If only I hadn't watched the two of them play with women at the time. Unconsciously, he felt a little remorseful in his heart, but thinking of the seductive wheezing sound of those maids, as well as the skin rubbing against each other, and the rather sophisticated kneading of thick fingers, the Living Spring Palace was staged in front of him, and a man would always take a look.

For the dragon clan, four or five meters is not a small case, staring to see if it is still illegal?

It's just that his own life is relatively heavy, and he will be bitten by them when he encounters two smugglers who may be killed.

Leillard was sure that if the two gray dwarves were going to do something wrong to him, he would beat them up.

Apparently...... Lillard ignores some of these key points.

The other party is really a smuggler, and the minerals that can provide valuable for the greedy gray dwarf to come to the door and pick up the goods carefully will inevitably not be big road goods, but the supervisor who can be involved in minerals of this level is also a person with a certain background.

If you can arrange them here without being disturbed, you must have a great backing. Lillard really had a conflict with the other party, and in the end he could only pinch his nose and admit it.

"I don't know, I heard from them at the time that during our arrest, the lord of the city sent several patrols to be investigated by a certain big man, and in the end they were all wiped out, and only in the whole of Egris, we knew what those monsters were capable of, and we managed to escape. I think we're supposed to be asked by someone else to help with the investigation, and you'll know the rest of the story."

Lillard told the truth.

The thought of how many hours the bureaucrats might talk to each other made Lillard feel a little uncomfortable. However, this is a necessary way for him to understand the operation of Egris, and he can still bear it.

The question is, why is there so much preparation for a simple trip to Malv's house?

His teeth were brushed four times, and in order to prevent the bitterness of the bitter mushroom wine from reappearing, Lailad was forced to take a dozen baths, and the water resources of the underground world were quite precious. The water stored in the household has been used up with a water ticket, which is enough water for the Sorin family for a month.

After taking a few baths that were quite picky with the eyes of the elves, I finally stopped.

Even if he disliked Lillard's smell and asked him to dig through the lower level of the tunnel to take a shower at will, what he didn't understand was why he was tied up by Malve to buy gifts and food.

Thorin's monthly income is four gold browns, one of which is a monthly payment to the tax collector of Egries. Half of the second coin is the monthly expenses, and the other half is the cost of the servant hired by the family. He and Sophia only need one golden brown a month to live well.

And this time, Merv, who had always been quite harsh on himself in Thorin's memory, actually spent 100 gold brown on two bottles of old wine, and a basket of exquisite fruits that had been reduced to works of art, but they looked beautiful and tasted absolutely bad. No matter how you look at it, it's not a good deal.

Leillard stared at Malph's face, wondering if her brain was broken.

That's enough money for Malf to buy herself a suit of armor. Wouldn't it be better to use it in real combat?