The ember bar quickly reverted to a noisy appearance.

Not only because the group of abnormal groundhogs has left, but also because the hero of this incident has disappeared together, and even the stout proprietress has also left.

In the blink of an eye, only the confused liquor remained in the tavern in the bustling ember bar, accepting everyone's gossip and inquiry.

It's just that the poor fellow apparently didn't know what had just happened, and in the end no one could get any more information except to leave the good deeds behind.

The noisy conversation of the guests was even louder than the marmots had just entered.

It's because what just happened is so exciting.

The Ember Tavern is not a well-known tavern in the underworld, it can be said to be the key to the direct connection between the dungeon of New Secasia and the ground.

As a city rebuilt by the transcendents, New Secasia is not as easy as the Great Stone Fortress, and it is very difficult for ordinary people to get from the depths of the earth to the surface.

Only orcs with extraordinary strength will be able to get a chance to leave this place, and for other ordinary orcs, probably the best outcome of their lives is to dedicate their lives to the city diligently, and then be buried in a public cemetery.

And the owner of the embers is the only one who can give ordinary people the opportunity to go to the ground.

Because alcohol is a very rare item in the underground world.

After all, wine is made from grain, and grain needs sunlight!

In order to be able to meet the demand for large quantities of wine, the administrators of the dungeon allowed some ordinary orcs to work on the surface with certain restrictions.

Whether it is labor or through trading with humans, it is necessary to transport goods and handle some chores by hand.

As a result, the embers have some passes to recruit ordinary people to meet the sun.

As its name suggests, the bar is an ember that has been brought back from the ground to the ground.

Having said that, led by the barmaid, Palouse and Cussi soon found themselves in an iron-glass house near the tavern.

In fact, the dungeon is full of similar buildings, and the structure is dominated by steel grids.

Construction iron comes either from boiling furnaces or from waste from above.

Although the bolted structures of these buildings provide only the most primitive functions, the dungeon-dwellers have created amazing architectural wonders that extend outward, hidden in the colorful dust of the dungeons, and reach out to the sky.

Palouse paused for a moment as he walked through the street near the bar, as he squinted at a conspicuous building on that street, sensing a hint of familiarity.

The building was built so tall that it didn't fit in with the other buildings next to it.

The golden exterior and the colorful dust around it stand out from the crowd of black iron buildings that stand out like the commercial center of the city's CBD on the planet.

"That's the headquarters of the Alliance of Responsive Chambers of Commerce, GoldenEye...... That is, the current biggest boss of the Chamber of Commerce Alliance, it is said that he often stays there......"

The proprietress noticed the look in Palouse's eyes after a pause, and immediately explained intimately.

It's just that her flattering appearance made Coussie, who was following her, a little frightened.

Cussi couldn't understand what the dark-haired nasty guy in front of him, who called himself Palouse, had just done to the hostess.

It's like manipulating the other person's mind.

Cussi felt that he would rather die in battle than be like this.

But Palouse seemed to see through what was in Cussy's mind at a glance, and he chuckled and said to Cussy:

"Don't be afraid, little one, she's just trying to get what she wants, I'm not going to change your nature, as I said a long time ago, it's a win-win deal...... We're just taking what we need. ”

With that, Palouse continued to enter the iron-glass house led by the tavern's hostess, who did not even make any restrictions on Cussy.

Coussi knew that now was her best chance to leave, but every word that "Justification" had just said to her unconsciously appeared in her mind, and then her legs and feet involuntarily followed.

Unbeknownst to Cussi, Palouse, though a battle angel from the previous era, was also very good at missionary.

Angels were originally meant to spread the gospel of the gods to attract everyone's faith, but at this moment, after passing the plum A card in the body of the wolf, it is simply a tiger with wings for the basic skill of mission.

As the so-called angels have learned the art of mind reading, no one can stop them from preaching.

Palouse didn't preach in this dungeon that worshiped the cult of the goddess of the night, he only used it to gain the trust of a few transcendents who had not yet reached the demigods, and his unique skills led to the vision that came to Cussi's eyes.

If it weren't for the fact that the hostile memories of Cussi's previous beatings were too deep, I'm afraid that Cussi would have fallen by now.

But Palouse knew that the more fierce the resistance, the more devout he would eventually become convinced, so he didn't mind Cussi's resistance at all.

"I don't trust you as easily as they do."

Although the body honestly followed the "wolf" into the iron-glass house, Coussy's mouth was still very stubborn and refused.

Palouse still didn't care, as soon as he entered this private secret room that belonged to the proprietress alone, he felt as relaxed as if he had arrived in his own home.

He sat down on the couch in the middle of the hall, then waved his hand absently and said something that Coussi was confused about.

"It doesn't matter, that day will always come, just as the world has changed."

"What?"

Coussy's question was not answered this time, she just watched as a strange black metal block came out of the other person's hand, and then a faint light soon appeared on it.

Palouse looked at the red glow on the phone screen that began to flicker as it was about to run out of power, and quickly put it away with some sadness.

He ignored Cussy and instead looked up at the ceiling.

Palouse's gaze seemed to penetrate a great distance, allowing him to "see" something approaching him at high speed, so he soon smiled again, and finally spoke:

"Looks like time is running out...... Then the rest is up to you. ”