Dungeons.

There is no warm sun here, and the source of light is a glowing fern that can be found everywhere.

This plant can be seen everywhere in the dungeon, and it looks like a large area, and the main color of the dungeon is still gloomy.

The air is not good, but as an arcanist, it is still difficult to become a mage by freeing up fresh air and compressing it into a huge ball to surround himself.

The dungeon isn't cramped, there's even enough space for dragons to fly.

Charlie embarks on a journey with two dragons, using the [Flicker] arcane to hurry, traveling thousands of miles in one day.

There is no day or night for glowing grass, and here, outsiders rely on clocks to tell the time.

Because there is no sun, the dungeon is very cold in some places, and extremely hot in others.

At this moment, Charlie, the black dragon and Princess Artemisia were around the campfire, pondering where to go next.

Yes, Charlie has 'escaped' so far that even she doesn't know where she has gone, let alone the ideal township councilors who have listened to Harpy's words and chased all the way to the east of the goblin main city.

"Those guys will definitely pay special attention to the main city of the goblins, so where is the best place not to go to the goblins, ah, I want to think about it, should we change our faces?"

The silver dragon princess listened quietly to Charlie's words.

His Highness stretched out his claws and flipped the jerky baked on the stone beside the campfire.

"Be careful in the dungeon."

Charlie looked at the black dragon with a gloomy gaze.

His Highness was stared at a little bit of scales, what did he say wrong??

Charlie said, "Can't you be in the second form, Your Highness?" ”

The black dragon's tail began to wway slightly, thinking that Charlie liked his second form, "Not yet, the strength has not recovered." ”

If he recovered, he wouldn't need Artemisia to follow, even though he was a female, it was an eyesore.

Artemisia glanced at His Highness's tail and silently shifted his position, trying to keep herself away from them in order to reduce his presence.

The black dragon stared at Charlie with burning eyes, "You like the appearance of my Sindar elf?" ”

Charlie smiled at His Highness, a very bright smile, "No, just when I see you talking like this, I can always remember the past of my deception." ”

Black Dragon: ".................."

Artemisia, who feels like she has overheard the black history of Her Highness: "......"

teasing His Highness, Charlie got back to business, "Your Highness, you just said that you should be careful in the dungeon, do you have any advice?" ”

The black dragon was choked in his heart, "There are many dangerous races in the dungeon. ”

"Some powerful and evil races were unable to fight the gods on the surface, and they all fled to the dungeons."

"You could think of this as a large 'penal colony'."

The traitor of the dwarves, the black dwarves, the traitors of the elves, the drow elves, and some of the dragons' bloodlines who have been permanently exiled......

The dungeons are intricate, and unless they are strong enough to be protected by the gods, don't risk running around.

After all, there are auctions in some notorious underground main cities, which are sold even by legendary powerhouses on the surface.

It's just mad.

If he hadn't followed Artemisia with him, His Highness would never have allowed Charlie to venture into the dungeon.

Just saying that, Charlie still didn't realize the seriousness of the problem.

Alfonstantin knows this woman too well, and sometimes he is bold enough to scare the dragon, think about it, the brains of the demon king and the gods in the lower plane are about to flow out, and Charlie, who is not yet a legend, dares to brush the 'prayer technique' on the side.

Alfonstantin still felt that he needed to scare this woman, and she relied on herself to be a legend, and she was unscrupulous in the dungeon.

"Not to mention anything else, there is a race here that gives the gods a headache, even if a legend meets them, it is more than lucky."

Charlie looked inquiringly at the silent Artemisia.

Your Highness is bankrupt with her credit.

Artemisia nodded, "Spirit-absorbing monsters." ”

Seeing that the strips of meat were grilled, Charlie began to look out of the storage ring.

Dinner plate, knife and fork, honey toast, apple juice, cherry tomatoes and seasonings.

Silver Dragon's eyes are on food.

Living in the spotless kingdom of platinum since her birth, this princess has lived for so long that it was not until she came to the ideal country that a door called 'food' was opened.

As Charlie observed, most of the dragons are food-lovers, with the exception of a few people with strange tastes, such as the bronze dragon who likes to eat urine and smells very bad.

Artemisia took a plate full of hearty food, and instantly saliva welled up, swallowed very cutely, and inserted the food with a fork.

Her Royal Highness the princess eats very gently, that is, the frequency of the little hand sending it to the mouth is slightly faster, which is the kind of speed that allows Charlie to see the afterimage.

Well, slightly faster......

His Royal Highness is going to have no appetite, why did he say that the spirit sucking monster, Charlie wants to find Artemisia for verification.

His Highness, who was very tired, continued, "The Spirit Suction Monster is not a race born in the Overworld. ”

"It is recorded that in the Third Age, one day, a strange warship with a doomsday aura broke through the crystal wall of the main plane."

"The gods sensed death, despair, and calamity from this invading xenoplane warship."

A god from the good camp intervened and smashed the battleship, but the 'things' on the battleship still managed to escape in the end.

"The gods have collected the fragments of that strange warship, and have never determined the name of this invading race, the Spirit-Sucking Monster."

Artemisia was very cooperative, and at this time she hurriedly grabbed a piece of silver.

The silver quickly liquefied, then kneaded and molded, eventually turning into a small Psicin statue.

This is a very Cthulhu-style monster, with an elderly octopus-like head and a serpentine tentacle on the mouth, in short, it looks like the protagonist of a horror movie.

Artemisia silently sent the silver statue of the Psicoon to Charlie.

The corners of Charlie's mouth twitched slightly, and he found that this family seemed to be very fond of giving themselves precious metals.

Artemisia explained, "Bert said you like it, let me give you more." ”

Charlie: "......"

Charlie watched carefully at the statue of the Spirit-Sucker.

"They're scary?"

"Do you think White Rose's enchantment system is strong?"

Today's White Rose Mentor is much stronger, and the enchantment department of the Black-robed Wizard Society has recently been working on a new project, if this subject is successful, the lethality of the enchantment system at the spiritual level will be increased by a large level.

In other words, White Rose will be able to brainwash the legendary-level powerhouse into idiots.

Alfonstantin said, "The Spirit Sucking Monster has an innate psychic ability, and the White Rose is not even as good as a newborn in front of them. ”

Charlie: "!! ”

Artemisia had already wiped out the food on the plate, and at the moment licked the remaining barbecue sauce from the corner of her mouth, "They still eat brains, disgusting." ”

"More often than not, they will try to capture other command races, and they really like to catch legendary ones because they are strong enough." His Highness looked at Charlie and pointed at him.

Charlie's eyes widened: "With such a dangerous thing, no one wants to come and eliminate the harm for the people?" ”

Artemisia thought for a moment, and remembered that she had heard Berth, the Golden Dragon King, who was very fond of 'chivalry and righteousness', told the Bronze Dragon King Estre that he was going to 'fish for law enforcement' and suck monsters.

But in the end, the two of them seemed to be attracted by a colored dragon that slaughtered several cities, so that they didn't go to the dungeon to plague the spirit-sucking monsters.

Alfonstantin said, "The League of Legends has sent a team of legends. ”

As a result, the Psilocaust was sponsored by a whole team of 7 Legends, and its combat power soared, and the races that were neighbors of the dungeon and the Psicoon were going crazy.

It is said that the guys in the surface world are stupid pigs with ogre feces stuffed in their heads.

In short, the strong are afraid of capsizing in the gutter, and there are not a few gods who come down to exterminate the spirit sucking monsters, and everyone doesn't want to provoke this prickly idea.

After the horror story of the meal, Charlie found it when it was time to go to bed...... I don't dare to sleep alone.

Artemisia says she doesn't need sleep and helps them stay overnight.

His Highness was more casual, lying directly at the mouth of Charlie's tent, not caring at all about Artemisia's almost round eyes.

Charlie came out of the tent with a pillow in his arms and coughed softly, "That...... Do you want to play Wanshi cards? ”

Artemisia looked at Charlie calmly and said, "You're scared. ”

Charlie's cheeks flushed slightly.

She's not afraid of ghost stories, but spirit-sucking monsters really exist! She lives in a dungeon, oh my God, she used to pass through the portals of the goblins frequently, and she didn't feel dangerous here!

Think of the dungeon-dwellers who are shivering at the mercy of the dwarven 'demolition'!

Hell knows there's such a scary thing here.

His Highness had already stood up, and his tail was not as wide as he was flicking.

Seeing His Royal Highness's reaction, Artemicia directly rejected Charlie's proposal to find her to play cards to be bold, "No, rest early, I have to hurry tomorrow." ”

Charlie: ".............................."

Sister! Don't be so ruthless!

Charlie, who was reluctant to walk to the tent with a pillow in his arms, saw the black dragon who sat up and shook the tail of the man......

Take a deep breath, she can bear it!

Charlie, who had a smile on his face, squatted down, "Your Highness...... How cold is it outside, should I go and sleep in a tent? ”

The noble black dragon nodded reservedly.

If Charlie had ignored the tail that had become more wagging, he would have been deceived by this indifferent face.

Charlie got into the sleeping bag, His Highness spun around, and naturally lay on Charlie's head, using his small body to circle Charlie as much as possible.

Like a dragon guarding his treasures.

It wasn't until Charlie's breathing became calm that the golden dragon pupils opened.

Darkness doesn't hinder the dragon's strength.

He greedily and eagerly traced Charlie's face little by little, as if he couldn't get enough of it.

[Artemisia.] 】

The silver dragon princess who was keeping vigil was nibbling on a small bag of snacks.

That's the potato chips Charlie had someone to make.

Suddenly hearing her brother's voice in her heart, Princess Silver Dragon was a little uncomfortable.

Alfonstantin was very cold, and he didn't even have a word to the Father, let alone anything to do with them.

[Your Highness, I am here. 】

But the docile nature of the silver dragon made Artemisia not hate Alfonstantin for anything.

Or perhaps its noble bloodline, which made Artemisia almost unconditionally surrendered.

[Are there any other terrible races in the dungeon?] 】

Artemisia thought about it, there should be, right?

[I'll continue tomorrow.] 】

The silver dragon princess didn't react for a moment.

But after thinking about it, she looked at the tent and fell into a deathly silence.