"Goddess of Wealth? I'm sorry, but my faith is ......"

Roger the slave trader paused when he said this, and looked at the priest sitting across from him in shock, as if he was vaguely aware that he was being carried away by the rhythm of the other party.

The Advent pastor is either highly skilled in 'negotiation' or charismatic enough to take control of the talks naturally. It's not that Roger hasn't received some warlock buyers, and Charles gives him the same feeling as those charismatic warlocks, always be vigilant, otherwise it is easy to be taken into the ditch without knowing it.

"Get out of here!"

Roger stood up and raised his voice to emphasize again. He hurried up the handrail staircase as if he were running away, and the group of mercenaries was pouring in from the door of the hall.

A cold light flashed in Charles's eyes, and he just wanted to catch up and stop the slave trader, who knew that Xia had long been impatient, and when he saw the slave trader fleeing at this moment, he raised the corner of his mouth slightly and instantly cast a charm spell at Roger.

"Come here." Shia opened Sakura's mouth lightly, looked at the slave trader with a blank expression, and grinned, "Did you hide something good in the basement?" Hurry up and take us over to see. ”

The slave trader took off the keychain hanging from the leather belt around his waist and said unconsciously: ...... Follow me. ”

Instead of going upstairs, he went to the corner of the stairs, uncovered a few floor tiles, and a cast iron passage door was exposed, and the slave trader inserted the key, opened the passage to the basement, and walked in himself.

As for Leila, there has been no response.

Charles looked back at the remnants of the mercenary thugs pouring in at the door, there was no need to keep his hands at this time, the mercenaries were already living a life of licking blood from the knife edge. There are more or less murders hanging on his body. And this group of mercenaries is willing to be the minions of the slave owners. There must have been a lot of slaves killed on weekdays. Charles didn't have any psychological burden on them, they were all treated as monsters.

Zero experience is credited.

Before completing the exemplary quest, Charles will not get the slightest experience even if he is a god butcher, but the drops are okay, and the mercenary leader who is infected with the 'blight' will drop a blue-quality two-handed giant hammer, which can be sold for about 1,000 gold coins when thrown at the trading house, and can earn some pocket money by returning blood.

After the people died, the apartment building became quiet. It stands to reason that twenty or thirty corpses were lying inside and outside the building, and the smell of blood should have spread throughout the slave quarters, but no one came to inquire about it.

Leading Leila and Thea, Charles walks through the dark underground stone stairs into a slave prison hidden underground.

The space below is not large, only a cell of more than 20 square meters, like a cellar remodeled, the four walls are made of hard granite, and the outer layer is cast with molten iron, which is extremely strong.

And. The iron pillars of the cell still shimmered with a faint magical aura, apparently enchanted. The robustness has been further improved.

Roger, a slave trader who was affected by the spell of charm, stood in front of the cell door, holding a bunch of keys, while in the cell there were nine strange elves with tanned skin, staring coldly at the slave trader without saying a word.

Hearing the sound of shredded footsteps, the strange elves turned their gaze back to the comer.

When a female elf saw Charles and his left and right hands of Leila and Thea, her eyes suddenly swelled with joy, but she quickly hid it.

"A bunch of black skins?"

There was no light source in the cell, and Charles looked inside, and when his vision was clear, he was stunned.

He didn't hide his voice, and when he heard the insulting name of 'Blackskin', nine pairs of angry eyes locked firmly on Charles.

Blackskin, the Dark Elf, also known as the Drow Elf.

It is not surprising that the Drow Elves appear in Comanso, as there are many undiscovered underground passages in this primeval forest, and some of them are either scouting the surface or fleeing as losers, eager to find a new life in the surface world.

"Ahem." Charles coughed, looked at Shia on his left, and whispered, "Ask the slave owner how he managed to capture these nine drow elves." ”

Xia nodded, looked at the sluggish slave trader, and said with a majestic tone, "Tell me all the information about this group of dark elf slaves." ”

As the slave trader spoke, the only female drow in the cell stood up and said in the standard human lingua franca: "My name is Antinoya, and I am one of the leaders of the 'Spider Man' clan, but half a month ago a civil strife broke out in the clan, the clan split, and the mutineers united with the largest dark elf clan in Komanso, the Jelle family, to launch a devastating siege against my clan, and now the clan is left with me and these eight warriors." ”

Anything that is said by the Dark Elves is greatly undermined in credibility. Charles listened without saying anything, and continued to listen to the slave trader's account.

However, the dark elf, who called himself Antinoea, was basically the same as the slave trader said.

Slave trader Roger was also lucky, a slave catching team under his command happened to meet the 9 dark elves who were being hunted down at that time, and at this time, the dark elves had not rested for several days and nights, otherwise with the combat effectiveness of the slave catching team, they might not be able to capture all 9 dark elves. Of course, casualties are another story.

Although the dark elves are cunning and ferocious by nature, it is difficult to have a sense of loyalty to a certain master, but the dark elf slaves have always been scarce, and each of them can be sold for a large price after training, especially those female dark elves with status, who are proficient in serving men, and it is precisely because they know the pride and strength of the female dark elves, so when they are trained to be slaves and kneel down to serve, those nobles and lords can get great satisfaction.

"Antinoa, what's your last name?" Charles wondered.

The clan names of the dark elves, like the names of the dwarven clans, are indelible marks. Charles wants to further confirm the identity of the female dark elf.

"I'm just a loser, a loser stripped of my surname......" Antinoa clenched her fists in her cell, her eyes still bright with a clear glint of hatred, although her expression was sluggish.

"Loser?"

Charles raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

The laws of the dark world of the underworld are far more cruel than the surface of the earth, and when it comes to training slaves, the dark elves are all good at it, especially the female Drow who believes in Rose the Spider Queen, holding a magic whip and laughing wildly in the posture of a queen, whipping the male Drow prisoners of war with a strong sense of imagery, prompting Charles to make a bold but natural decision.

"I can take you away, but not the eight male warriors behind you." Charles's tone was cold.

Earlier, Antinoya took the initiative to explain her origin, which was undoubtedly a hint of submission and submission to him. The drow was clever enough to see that Roger, a slave trader, was under the control of a spell of charm, in other words, the one who controlled her fate had become a Coming priest standing outside her cell.

Bang.

In the darkness, a sharp dagger was thrown in by the priest.

Antinoa looked down at the dagger on the ground and couldn't help but clench her fists. She instantly understood what Pastor Ogmar meant.

"Kill them and give your once loyal warriors a treat."

"I don't need more Dark Elves." (To be continued.) )