Far away from the Daglail district, Lillard continued to walk through the gloomy tunnels with a grim face. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Even after a few hundred meters, he could still smell a few special drows wafting through the air.

The young dragon's sense of smell can easily distinguish hundreds of scents for kilometers around them, they can hear the whispers of insects within a radius of hundreds of meters, and they can also see the movement of creatures the size of flies from a distance of a thousand meters.

As you get older, this ability only grows sharper by defending against the aggression of other creatures.

So every dragon starts to do focused exercise from a young age.

Imagine a person suddenly walking into a crowded vegetable market, and he still needs to judge all kinds of valid information from it, and the noise, smell and visual attack on the dragon may make it even more painful.

Leillard suppressed most of his perception, but even so, he could easily distinguish the smell he needed within a few hundred meters, and he could see the debris on the girls' teeth, and he could see the chancre and flying saliva when he stared, not to mention the complaints they kept muttering and thinking they were very quiet.

As soon as Lillard stood at the intersection and someone passed by, the messages poured in.

When he left the Malph house, he also smelled some peculiar estrus smell on Celine's body.

Swearing also produces pleasure, and this is the first time that Lillard has seen it.

Can't get angry, can't act aggressively, and being watched all the time, Leillard knows that he can't make a dangerous move.

He had to do what he could, lurking for a long time.

The group of people watching behind him were intermittent, not afraid to follow Lellard at all, and Leillard knew that the blind spot he was in that the other party couldn't follow up must have set up monitoring magic. Thinking about it this way, Lillard found himself completely on the stage planned by the other party, and whatever he did would be recorded.

He had to turn his energies to something else.

Playing a person is a very difficult thing.

Fortunately, Lillard is a dragon, a dragon with many means to hide his identity.

The body odor, the color of the hair, the changes in the body, and the distortion of the face are all perfectly reproduced after careful examination of the materials in Thorin's memories.

Leillard could assert that even the most familiar with Thorin would not be able to tell who was genuine between a real person and Leillard standing in front of him without speaking.

Although people's appearance is basically the same, it is still difficult to have the same personality.

Leillard showed more cowardice, and Sorin was more thinking about counterattacking, not afraid of running straight to the result.

At this point, Lillard thinks those who have a heart should have noticed something awkward.

If it is said that because of a coma, a serious illness, and the amnesia of being beaten by someone has changed to another personality, it is really rare in the underground world.

Thinking melancholy about the role-play, Lillard walked all the way home, and after smelling that there was no dwarf nasty smell, he opened the door and collapsed directly on the mushroom couch. This all-purpose underground plant forms the most important link. It can be eaten, it can be used for medicine, it can be used to make furniture, and it can be used to build a house.

The soft, low mushroom sofa grows on the floor like a heavy pier, and the lid is so thick that it is difficult to damage unless you try to force it.

Sophia plays at home with a contracted maid, and Thorin is not very demanding of the maid, as long as she can do some housework, and she also needs to be tolerant of those who are mentally handicapped. Choosing and choosing, he could only choose a half-elf girl. Unlike most half-elves, this girl seems to have a kind of tenacity, the kind of serious person who has self-esteem and self-love and will not go to be a tavern maid.

At this time, they were dressed in black and white maid outfits, looking at the general history of Drow that Thorin had copied during his stay at the school.

In a sense, literacy is an important means to master knowledge and change one's own status.

Like many worlds, the world of magic is written in phonetic scripts, and without a strong unified dynasty, the dialects spoken hundreds of miles away will vary greatly. The lingua franca spoken is an incomplete language that has been cut from a close look at languages such as dragons and elves that are naturally capable of chanting and releasing magic.

The lingua franca has been changed several times by humans to ensure that most people are unable to find the correct activation of magic spells through the lingua franca to pass through the human world.

Of course, the orcs, who are known for their brute strength, do not know this language, but the shamans, warlocks, and a small number of mages among them can basically understand the lingua franca of the human side even with a guess, and even if there is a priest among them, they can learn the human language through human conversations and the books left behind.

If you want to read books unimpeded, you need to understand the phonetic language that the other person writes in their region.

The European continent is home to hundreds of languages, not to mention the fact that there is no unified language in all countries.

At least, Lillard couldn't convert German, Spanish, Italian, French, and Russian to and from Russian.

Therefore, even though they are all descendants of the elven branches, the writing of the Dzolbes living in the Green Forest is very different from that of the ancient Drow Empire, and the script they use is also quite different from that of other different city-states. Let the cousins on the surface recognize their words..... There is no possibility at all.

Without Thorin's memories, it would have been impossible for Leiard to integrate into life in the underworld so quickly.

Gloomily sinking himself into the couch, and the constant hunger pangs make Leillard continue to languish.

If you want to be watched, you can't eat enough, if you want to eat enough, you need to make a big news, and if you want to make a big news, you will be besieged by a group of legendary ninth-level combat positions.

It's almost a dead knot.

Lillard flipped around on the couch.

On the desk not far away, the two secretly glanced at Lillard, who was full of complaints and had nowhere to vent, and decided to continue to bury their heads in reading.

The bean-sized black oil lamp hangs above the desk, and the dim light is very stingy to project its own light and shadow around, although this light does not make people feel comfortable, and smelling the pungent black oil will also make people nauseous and vomiting, which is much better than the black and dark outside the house.

Even in the drow that lives here, two-thirds of them can't afford to light a black oil lamp.

Lillard thought about the next food source, Thorin didn't have much money left, eight gold browns could be used for another two months, if he returned to the Knights and got a dead salary, he would break even every month, don't want to have money to save, let alone go to Diagon Alley for a drink.

If you want to earn more money, you have to work elsewhere after six hours of daily training with the Order.

For example, go to the farm to slaughter carnivorous monsters, choose the land to farm, mine, pick herbs outside the city, go to the area where the slave race lives, or go to the Knights' Hall to receive various exploration missions.

The regular channels don't pay much, but the variety of tasks is enough for the Knights to maintain their monthly needs.

Being selected into the Order and becoming a trainee and probationary member is just the beginning.

If Egris's had not changed leadership for a single day, the system would not have been eliminated.

Encouraging some of the capable masses to break away from ordinary administrative work, turning them into members of the city's armed security, and putting an end to the vice of eating empty wages and taking urban security without working gave birth to this whim-out knighthood system. The empty salaries of the past dynasties have also given the Drow an extra heart, they must sign in every day to get the month-end salary, as long as the day is less than the day will be deducted wages, in this respect, Drow seems to have an advantage over the dwarves.

After a few minutes of silence for Melph, who had to face forced marriage, Lillard decided to go out and get a big ticket.

Anyway, he didn't like the two dwarves today.

As a smuggled foreigner, he dared to stretch his claws to himself, and Leillard clearly decided that he needed to ask them for help.