"But what if I refuse?"

"In that case, you'll lose a better weapon and a chance to master countless magical music."

"The second half of your sentence piqued my interest, Gis Serre."

Miss Drow smiled with interest, and then walked over as well, and took out from her black robe the filament that she had carefully collected along the way, called "Dansel's Strings."

This item was originally acquired by her as a member of the Thorn Squad in the Shadow Dragon Treasury in the deepest part of the Shadow Ruins in Russ Canyon.

Now, she handed the individual string filament to Zeken.

Zeken had no eyes, spread out his blue-yellow palm to catch the slender strings from the crow's hand and fall into his palm, and then, like a knowing chef, carefully examined the precious ingredients, raised his left hand, and touched the thing that Miss Poet had given him with his long, dry index finger.

Urs gathered away the elemental nucleus particles that had been separated from the ribs of the necromantic knight Karpass, and stood a little to the side.

After a while, the legendary craftsman, known as the Blind Prophet, raised his head and said a second request to the black-robed Miss Drow Poet: "...... Give me your knife too, the magic scimitar that burns with flames. ”

Karpath's Flame Scimitar.

Raven knew what he was talking about, and then removed the flame scimitar from his waist with the blade and sheath, and tossed it onto Zeken's foundry, the metal scabbard making a hard noise as it collided against the hard casting table.

Zeken closed his eyes and carefully placed the String of Dartsel on the edge of the foundry, reaching for the +3 enchantment level scimitar hilt and holding the curved sheath with his other hand so that his right hand could slowly pull the flaming blade out of the sheath.

The flames unsheathed along with the blades, illuminating the air around them with a scorching heat.

The Giesserre had psionic energy through his right hand that held the hilt of the sword, feeling the magical flames attached to the blade. Without saying a word, he concentrated, quiet as if a silent Zen master, and after a few seconds he took out his left hand and used the index finger and thumb of his left hand to twist the string that he had just placed beside him.

……

Time goes backwards –

After the night, at noon the next day, the Thorn Squad was ready to head to the town hall to meet the gray dwarf named Barend.

Since Urs's identity as a surface man was undoubtedly inconvenient for him to move freely below the surface, the members of the team had already determined the false identities of the group when they first entered the city, so the Miss Poet in the team pretended to be the owner of her companions when they left the street tavern called "Doriel Story Club" and returned to the street outside the store, just like yesterday.

Correspondingly, the town hall of the city of Palomet sent an invitation to the tavern where everyone was staying for the night, and in the name of the gray dwarf officer Barend, he invited all of you who had come from afar to attend a banquet that he had arranged for everyone.

Urs didn't know what the gray dwarf named Barende had in mind, but the Raven's actions had pushed everyone's journey to this place yesterday, so he didn't mind going with the poet lady in his team to meet the other party, especially to see who the supporters behind the other party were.

Young people don't know a lot about the rumors about the Dark Regions and the Hive Labyrinth, but he still knows a little about some of the more famous Dark Elves and the Drow Family, such as one of the Apostles of Doom of the Doomsday Cult named Rust, and the Zelgon family, which is also quite famous in the entire Dark Regions.

Anyway, after receiving an invitation from a gray dwarf soldier, everyone also set off, and under the guidance of the gray dwarf soldier, they walked all the way through the streets of the city to the city hall in the city, and entered the interior of the building one after another.

By the window of a room on the second floor of the city hall, two pairs of eyes were condescending, looking down to confirm that everyone in the team was seated, and among them, the dark elf woman with those dark purple eyes then lowered the curtain raised by her hand, and turned around with a sneer on the corner of her mouth.

The grey dwarf officer named Barende was standing beside her, and when he had just seen the movement at the door of the town hall with her, he immediately cautiously asked the drow mistress he served, "Your honorable master, you ...... Do you recognize the identity of the other lady downstairs? ”

As a gray dwarf, Barend was not tall, more than 140 centimeters in size similar to Koto's, and his thick torso and deferential attitude made him look humble when he stood beside his drow mistress, Miela Zelgon, but the gray dwarf soldiers and underground dwarf slaves in the city who knew him well knew that this creature's humility was only for the dark elf master who was higher than him.

In normal times, he still has the appearance of a gray dwarf - orderly and evil, his stubborn temperament makes him have an image of arbitrariness and cruelty in the hearts of his subordinates and slaves, and his inner twist, jealousy, viciousness and cruelty symbolize the evil in his soul.

Miela had never looked down on Barende, but she was quite satisfied with the somewhat capable lackey, so she told him cheerfully, "Of course, little man, but being a guest is not something you need to worry about. Answer me, how is the 'show' that I ordered you to prepare? ”

"All is in order, master." The gray dwarf kowtowed to his forehead.

"Then let me wait and see, I can't wait to see the stunned expressions on the faces of the guests."

When the words fell, she smiled with satisfaction, and the curvature of the corners of her mouth revealed a hideous feeling.

……

The town hall of Palomite is a little different from what everyone had in mind.

The core building in the center of the city looked too different from the houses of the commoners from the street outside, but when the gray dwarf soldiers of the squad led the way, the hall on the first floor of the room had been set up to resemble a banquet hall for aristocratic social occasions.

A long dining table was placed in a vertical orientation in the center of the hall, and the gray dwarf guards in armor stood at the edge of the hall with shields and battle axes, and many underground gnomes who had become slaves came and went.

It's just that naturally, those foods are not quite the same as those on the surface. For example, the meat steak of the underground lizard is poured with sweet honey sauce on a dinner plate, and some cooked mushrooms are decorated around the plate, the overall appearance may not be in line with the aesthetics of the surface people, but the smell of spices is still attractive enough.

In addition to this, there were many other dark elves in attendance, and the male drow sat on either side of the long table, the elves' naturally slender bodies framed by the dark purple metal armor, and the standard scimitars and crossbows crouched silently at their waists like rangers' hounds.

As soon as the forefeet of the group stepped through the gates of the town hall, the male drow warriors stabbed their sharp gazes at them like swords.

They didn't look like guests at a banquet and more like warriors who had come to participate in a competitive tournament - if it weren't for the fact that everyone present knew that the arena in Palomet City was clearly not in the town hall.

In the eyes of everyone in the squad, such a posture felt that this was a demonstration deliberately arranged by the organizers of this banquet.

The initial demonstration lasted only two seconds, and the dwarf servants in the hall led the crowd to one end of the long table and took their seats. Raven Sparrow sat at one end of the long table, and Urs, Thea, Stonefist, Kotor, Bellingis, and Dorothy sat on either side of the table.

Abel, who played the role of the golem guard, stood silently on the edge of Miss Drow's seat, and the black to-cat demon pet Thoros was still curled up in a ball and lay in the helmet head of the mechanical mage, quietly watching Moredi-

Yes, the underground gnome thief with a slave collar around his neck, also guided by an underground gnome slave, was the last to find a chair on the side of the long table and sit down.

Moretti was nervous...... To be honest, he didn't expect the Grey Dwarf's invitation to ask him to come with the adventurers of the Thorn Squad to participate in this banquet, although he did usually grovel to curry favor with Barend.

But how can you say that you are also a slave? He was amazed and frightened for a moment, not forgetting that after the gray dwarves who served the dark elves had taken over their city, they had forcibly enslaved all the underground gnome inhabitants of the city, men, women, young and old, able-bodied or disabled.

As a result, Morediti was not very sure, and he always felt that Barende must have an ulterior motive in inviting him to come with everyone to the banquet.

Barend finally came into view through the side door of the hall, and sat down at the other end of the long table, surrounded by two gray dwarf guards, and sat down directly across the straight table from the jay.

In order to greet another Drow lady who had come from afar, Barende deliberately changed his clothes, taking off his usual uniform and wearing a tan robe, the black beard and the bare head were particularly conspicuous against the background of this dress.

The grey dwarf officer sat down, chuckled twice, then glanced at everyone present, then looked at the crow and said in greeting, "Welcome to the city of Palomite, dear lady, it is a memorable honor for you to be here. ”

As the words fell, his gaze swept over the male drow warriors on both sides of the banquet table, remembering in mind the instructions that Miera had given him in advance, and originally intended to let these subordinate warriors brought by his drow master "accidentally" cause a little "small" trouble to Urs and his party.

But when he took a closer look at Abel standing beside the crow, he mistook it for a steel golem, and soon noticed that Urs and Stonefist didn't look like they were easy to deal with, so after careful consideration for a while, he decided to skip the process, and let the flow of the banquet simply go straight to the climax arranged by Miera.

"I thought the gray dwarves' mouths were as hard as stones, and they couldn't even say anything else to compliment." Raven Sparrow sat in his place and looked at him, and his hoarse voice replied coldly with a dismissive smile, "But then again, what about your other distinguished guest?" Didn't I hear that before I came to your city, another dark elf came looking for you? ”

As she spoke, Miss Poet's purple eyes stared straight at the gray dwarf in her eye sockets.

While Raven was talking to Barende, Urs let his eyes wander through the hall of the banquet, trying to find out if the supporter hiding behind the gray dwarf was hiding somewhere to spy on his group.

The young man's instincts were reliable, but it was a pity that Miela sat by the bed in another room on the second floor of the town hall, and found an angle to lean sideways to watch the scene in the hall on the first floor. Due to her angle, she could see everything in her field of vision, while adventurers from the surface could not see her even if they looked up.

Barende heard the raven's question, but naturally did not intend to tell the truth to Miss Poet, and then a mysterious smile appeared on his face as black as a stone, and changed the subject: "Oh, dear lady...... In fact, the Miss Drow who had seen me before had left because of some personal matters. ”

"Gone?" Hearing his answer, the crow suddenly looked into his eyes and smiled coldly, "Where have you gone?" Isn't it somewhere on the second floor, peeking at us secretly? ”

"Uh, no, of course not, she's really out of the city." Barende hurriedly defended, saying that what the hell, Miss Miela didn't tell herself that this woman could read minds or something, "And let's get back to the feast, dear lady." There is obviously a big gap between Palomit and Morbeyras in terms of prosperity, and this small dwarf town built on a beehive labyrinth must be a backcountry in your eyes. It doesn't seem like you're to your liking these modest foods, right? ”

"So what do you want to say, Grey Dwarf?" It was true that the crow had not yet moved the knife and fork at hand, and the plate of lizard meat in front of her was still as good as when it was first brought to the table.

Barende replied with a smile on his face, "In that case—as the proprietor of this banquet, I think it is my duty to apologize to you a little for my inconsider, and to make up for your displeasure by offering you a surprise that may be able to make your eyes shine." ”

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