"Ahead is... Palomitte... Our city is up. Moretti stood at the exit of the tunnel path, half-turning to look back at the group that was following him.

In the process of leading the way, he really didn't show any malice, and the most embarrassing accident was actually just a dark curtain monster lurking on the top of the tunnel that suddenly fell down and covered Koto's head, fortunately, Stone Fist immediately rushed over with an arrow and tore off the underground creature that looked like an octopus and threw it on the ground, Moredi followed and reacted, and pulled out a short knife with a curved blade from his waist under his cloak and rushed back and plunged into the head of the monster with an umbrella-shaped mucous membrane between the tentacles, Killed them before they could rise back to the top of the tunnel.

And the swiftness and decisiveness of that knife proved that this underground dwarf was a little bit trained.

After a small episode, he confessed that he used to be a thief, and that he had been trained in sneak attacks and assassinations because of the unwillingness to talk about it in various ways, but at the same time he assured that he had never taken the initiative to do bad things with those murderous techniques.

As for the bad things that you may have been forced to do...... Then it is unknown.

There must be a story of thematic depression in this. Urs thought to himself, but was not very concerned about it.

Continuing along the ground beneath his feet, Moretti fulfilled his promise and led the group into the city of Palomet, built on the edge of the cliff.

The special environment made the dwarf engineers who were originally involved in the design of the city completely unconcerned about lighting, and many of the building spaces even extended to deeper underground depths to form a number of basement structures, which may be connected by a network of underground tunnels.

Speaking of which, it's a bit like the inside of an ant's nest?

Maybe it's a figurative metaphor.

Anyway, when questioned by a group of gray dwarf guards guarding the gates of the city, the Raven's race did the team a great favor, so much so that Moredi consulted with the others beforehand, and then lied to the gray dwarf guards who did not know the truth that Miss Drow Poet was a distinguished guest from afar, and brought her surface slave and a golem guard to see if there was anything interesting in the city.

The Dark Elves are not the object of any ordinary underworld dweller daring to provoke.

The gray dwarf guards looked at each other, and a guy who seemed to be the captain of the guard hesitated for a moment before letting everyone go, and at the same time did not forget to show a pair of dedicated eyes and nodded to the crows, and the pompous smile was eager to stretch his face, and the response was naturally a disdainful snort from Miss Poet.

Such an arrogant attitude seemed to prove that she was not an impostor, as if the dark elves were born to be much more noble than other underground creatures.

So, Abel pretended to be the golem guard of the jay, and the rest of the people pretended to be her entourage slaves. In this way, the people walked through the stone gates and walked into the streets of the city of Palometre.

Strange passers-by invariably noticed the presence of a Drow lady, and subconsciously bowed their heads to everyone as they walked past the crowd, and some of the underground dwarf slaves who seemed to know Moredi looked at him with mixed eyes, and then were urged to walk away with rude curses from their respective gray dwarf masters.

Moredi sighed lightly and took a moment to lead the group into a tavern down the street—

"Doriel's Story Club", the name of the store.

The tavern in the underground world doesn't seem to be much different from the surface of the earth, except for the stone and other materials that are easy to obtain in the underground world, replacing the original wooden structure of the wine table, seats, bars, cups, and many other things, and the lightless environment that must rely on dark vision to see normally, the layout of the hall is basically the same as on the ground, and the gray dwarves who drink at a few tables don't mind filling the entire restaurant with loud laughter, and a corridor in the hall leads straight from the door to the front desk where the proprietress is.

Doriel, a female underground dwarf girl, takes her own name after the shop.

She was wearing a patched shirt, a long skirt, and a little brown curly head with her hands on the bar table specially designed to fit the size of the gnomes to take a nap, when she suddenly heard the door of the store open, and the noise of the gray dwarves was as low as if the power had been cut off, leaving only a burst of footsteps from far to near to walk towards her, and suddenly quickly raised her head and opened her eyes:

"Ah, welcome, distinguished guests! Welcome...... Uh, visit ......."

The young little proprietress gradually fell silent, her professional smile fixed on her round face, the two eyeballs in her sockets blinked, and then she raised her hand to rub it......

blinked again, then raised her hand and pinched her face so hard that she accidentally screamed "ah" in pain.

"Duo, Miss Dorier." Moretti seemed to know this little guy with the same brownish gray complexion as him, and his black eyes cautiously looked at the gray dwarf drinkers around him who were also stunned at the moment, and then gently reminded the other party, "Hurry, come and have fun, welcome guests!" ”

"Huh! Of course! Welcome! Welcome! The little proprietress named Doriel suddenly came to her senses, and realized that her eyes had not deceived her, and that the lady who had come to the bar with a group of Moredi was indeed a noble guest.

Feminine drow...... It's really a rarity.

If you don't serve well, you may not be a rare customer who will let yourself lose your head!

But how could she be interested in coming to the Hive Labyrinth?

The members of the team were also pretending to be slaves accompanying the jay, so no one dared to speak without permission, and could only watch in silence as Doriel hurriedly ran out of the back of the bar, her feet under her skirt stepping on the rocky floor and almost falling down without paying attention, and after a few seconds, she finally stood in front of the crow with an embarrassed smile on her face, and her slender neck was the same as Moredi's, with an iron locking collar.

Jay is not the leader of the Thorn Squad, but she is clearly the diplomatic spokesperson of the team for the time being.

So in the world beneath the surface, Miss Poet, who no longer needed to put on a hood to hide herself, glanced at the little proprietress with her haughty dark purple eyes, the corners of her lips curled coldly, and her hoarse voice just wanted to order the other party to answer a few questions of herself.

However, at this moment, the door of the tavern was suddenly rudely slammed open from the outside again, and a panicked roar and a huge figure with slender limbs broke into the store at the same time—

"Get out of the way! Dodge! ”

"Damn it, it broke the chains!"

"This troll slave is crazy!"

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