"You know, outside of Egris, there seems to be a new mutated creature?"

The dimly lit tavern was filled with scantily clad interracial women. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Half-elves are the descendants of lowly creatures in the pure-blooded Drow Elf City, and in addition to being given the right to live, they are deprived of all ways to improve their status, and they are not allowed to enter small workshops, nor are they allowed to sell goods, let alone participate in adventurers or armies.

Unless they build their own city-state, these half-elves can only be a troubadour, a maid, a musical instrument player, or a whipped servant in some high-class guild in a tavern. In addition to selling themselves to the families of the aristocratic and wealthy as servants, there is basically no more way for them to become normal people.

The Peterpan Tavern in Diagon Lane is such a location full of half-elves.

The pungent smell of black oil lamps emanated, clumps of black smoke flew out of the fuel, the gray granite polished walls and roofs had become pitch black, and some solidified strange black ash attached to them, looking up, always unconsciously worried about whether they would suddenly fall.

Leillard put on his cloak and ran to this common tavern to listen to information.

The black cloak with the hood wrapped him from head to toe, and when he looked a meter in front of him, it was impossible to recognize the exact appearance if it were not in a place where there was a light.

The tavern is a place where these engaged in all kinds of heavy manual laborers vent their desires.

Several times the fatigue of the day under the astringent mushroom wine seems to be gone, and a few copper coins can touch the buttocks and breasts of those dissolute maids when drinking, if you have plenty of money, after digging a good quality mine today and getting a reward, you can also find a pleasing little sister to go to the private room behind the tavern to relax.

Mining, ore melting, ironing, blacksmithing.

These have always been the work of the surface elves who thought were the work of the dwarfs and ugly dwarves, and had to produce a limited amount after Drow was forced into the dark realms. Elves still like to do some elegant and petty bourgeois things, if they are not really poor and have no money, there will be no drow civilians to receive these jobs.

In addition to the elves with dull expressions drinking silently, there will also be some young elves from other cities who look at the half-elf girls here with curious expressions, and they are dancing very sultry dances on several tables in the middle of the bar.

Next to the cylinder where the mushroom core is polished, there are several young half-elves constantly dancing around them, sometimes the thighs are sandwiched between it and they move upward, and then they hang down and keep stroking the parts of their bodies wearing light gauze slowly, and the covered parts fade away little by little, and then they are exposed in front of everyone in an instant, and they are retracted before everyone can see them.

The young men, who had never seen such a world, breathed heavily, and carefully spread their hands on their trousers, anxiously to see if others had noticed their movements, and then turned their attention to the girls.

In this environment, Lillard struggled to listen to the elves from out of town talking about the local news.

He entered the prison for a week, and there was no way to know what had changed outside, usually in the novel, the male protagonist was introduced to go to the adventurer's guild and tavern to get relevant instructions. However, Lillard himself knew that his identity was a bit problematic and would not go to the Adventurer's Guild.

In the morning, when Sophia returned from a contented breakfast, Leillard had little strength to defend herself.

Sophia seems to have treated Lillard like a milking cow, and only lets him go when she is full, and tells Lillard to give Malf a good look.

Lillard really admires this sister of Thorin to the point of throwing herself to the ground, if there are really outsiders here, she will be broken.

After asking Malf where it was easy to get information, he went straight here.

Smelling the pungent scent, Lillard seemed to feel that he had arrived at a tavern on the eve of industrial civilization, where countless kerosene lamps were also lit, and a group of numb workers drank in it for more than ten minutes, and then went home for a good sleep with the sleepiness of cheap alcohol, and then began to work again the next day.

He ordered a glass of bitter mushroom wine, sipped it little by little, the astringent bitterness filled his taste buds, so that he was hit by this strong breath, although he wanted to spit it out very much, but in order to adapt to the environment here and not make himself look out of place, it was still difficult to swallow.

He stared at the wooden glass in front of him, wondering if he could drink it again.

"Isn't there a mutant creature attacking the city in the underworld at this time, you are rare and strange, maybe the mutant creatures here in Agris are different from other places? You see that the oil and iron mines here are much better than ours, and maybe the magic radiation is much stronger."

In a small private room facing Lillard's table.

A gray dwarf said absentmindedly with his arms around a maid, his thick calloused fingers kneading his petite breasts, and every time he grabbed and released, the maid exclaimed, and with a small cry, Lillard could clearly see that the maid's breasts were purple.

His feet were on the maid's smooth thighs, and his thumb occasionally pinched the maid's briefs, which bounced back a few centimeters before making a crisp sound.

The dwarf seemed to be fully preoccupied with the maid, who clenched a golden brown tightly for fear that he would take it back.

For the sake of money, this maid gave up.

Leillard watched the dwarf's movements, his breathing was also a little short, he felt that this dwarf seemed to be very familiar with this kind of tuning, could it be that the dwarf also liked this tune??

"It's better to be careful, I heard that Egris's buried three patrols and there was still no result, and only one of the four eighth-level combat positions led by the team escaped back, and it didn't take long for him to swallow his breath. It's incredible to find out that two of those mutant creatures survived in the first place."

Sitting next to the dwarf, another dwarf also held a maid in his arms, and kept wandering, it seemed that they still had a soft spot for the elves here, and everyone was very rich.

"The superfluous things are not something we can manage, we are only responsible for buying some iron ore to go back, the chicks here are really cheap and fun, much better than the tigress at home, but unfortunately we can't buy it back"

"Your tigress is here, and you still want to buy a concubine? I think you're going to be beaten."

The two joked with each other and kept their mouths shut.

When they noticed that Lillard seemed to be looking at him, they muttered something that Lillard did not understand, and let the maid lead the way out of the private room to find a little room to have fun. Before leaving, he glared at Leillard fiercely.

They don't like to be watched, it seems.

As Lillard listened to them, he vaguely sensed that something was wrong, he frowned and couldn't connect the dots at all, and after thinking for a while, he decided to tell Malf the news and see how she reacted.

Swallowing the bitter mushroom wine in one gulp, the burning discomfort climbed all the way down the esophagus to the mouth, and the bitterness completely enveloped the mouth, and the brain was still a little dizzy.

In order to let these heavy manual laborers fall asleep quickly, the tavern wine here will feel slightly sleepy when you drink it slowly, and once you drink it quickly, no one can bear it.

After paying for the wine, he walked in the direction of home with a low foot and a high foot with great puzzlement.

The sudden drowsiness almost wanted him to lie down right now.

Looking at the dark walls around him, the small alley where the tavern was located obviously wouldn't let him stay longer, and after standing sluggishly for dozens of seconds, Leillard disappeared into the darkness, he had a hunch that if he didn't lie down and rest, he would very likely lie down on the road and wake up with nothing stolen.

With Scrooge's obsession, Lillard hurried towards his home.

The two gray dwarves, with the two half-elf maids, came out of the back door of the tavern and watched in the direction that Lillard had run away and began to follow. (To be continued.) )