After searching the dark elf's clothes, he only found a dozen Nigong Jinlang, and his weapon was only the most ordinary steel sword, it seems that this guy is just a down-and-out wandering dark elf warrior, not a local member of the "Dark Neon".

Throwing the found Jin Lang to Pocos as pocket money, Moriarty drew a tube full of blood from the elf's body, and turned away.

As for the dark elves, they continue to fend for themselves in the alleys.

And when the master and servant walked out of the alley and re-entered the main street of the free area, Yiqiē was still as smooth as usual, and no one even paid attention to them from any nearby shops, and naturally no one cared about where the disappeared dark elves went.

It seems that the laws of the underworld are universal everywhere. Survival of the fittest, survival of the fittest, robbers are always robbed, murderers are always killed, so simple and clear, everyone abides.

"This Minotaur!"

Just as Moriarty was about to continue to wander around the other areas, another underground dwarf approached. However, unlike the previous group of city-tyrants, this dwarf had a vain smile on his face, and his demeanor was unusually respectful and cautious. But that's right, Moriarty has just taken over a mid-level dark elf warrior on the street, which is enough to make the vast majority of restless people dare not provoke again, or even dare to approach at will.

"What's the matter?" With a wave of his hand to back the vigilant Pocoth, Moriarty summoned the dwarves of the Underground to his face.

"Your Excellency, you've just arrived at Dark Nishi, haven't you?" The dwarf hunched his waist, making him closer to the ground.

"Yes." Moriarty nodded.

"You seem to be interested in buying some mineral materials, right?" The dwarf said suddenly.

"You're stalking me?" Moriarty looked down at the dwarves underground. Said coldly, in a solemn tone.

"Of course not, of course not." The underground dwarf hurriedly cleared up: "It's just that I just happened to notice your 'righteous deeds' for the elimination of harm in this area, so I inquired a little..."

"Tell me, what's the matter?" Moriarty seemed to be a little suspicious of the other party's intentions, and directly interrupted.

"That's right, sir. In a few days, an auction will be held in the area, organized by caravans from all over the country. Come to think of it, there will be a lot of good things coming up at the auction, and there may be something you need for adults. ”

It turned out that the dwarf was a business broker. in soliciting guests. And the financial and military power that Moriarty has just revealed has attracted his attention. will be listed as a potential financier.

"Auction?" Hearing this, Moriarty couldn't help but feel a stir in his heart: "What is the nature?" ”

"Naturally, it is a formal trade fair, and it has been reported to the three major lords' mansions." The dwarf immediately said, "No one dares to engage in any black market auction in 'Dark Neon'. Hehe, there are so many pairs of eyes watching. No one wants to lose their heads to steal some taxes. ”

"Yes. That's not bad. ”

Although an official certification doesn't mean anything. But at least it means that the scale and grade of the auction must not be low, otherwise there is no need to bother to report to the three lords' mansions, and it should be worth seeing.

"Good. I am interested in participating. Moriarty said immediately.

"Then please accept this, and I will look forward to your presence then." Placing a shiny bronze medal in Moriarty's hand, the dwarf politely took his leave.

"Let's go too."

I looked at the bronze medal carefully, and it only remembered a time and place, and nothing else. Moriarty put it away, and continued to walk forward with the caveman.

After a few more hours of shopping, Moriarty, who felt a little tired, stopped wandering, after all, he was far inferior to those master-level shoppers.

Found a tavern in the free zone, and Moriarty and Pocos walked in.

Not unlike the wine halls of the Overworld, the taverns of Nigon are also mixed and noisy. When I entered the door of the tavern called "Lava Falls", I saw a minotaur fighting two dark elves. However, this is only a "drunken afterlife" in the pure sense of the word, and does not involve a deeper racial confrontation. Therefore, there were many other bullheads and dark elves who were watching the battle from the sidelines, all shouting excitedly, cheering for the few people who were fighting in the field, but they had no intention of helping.

Bypassing the crowd of fights, Moriarty went straight to the bar and asked the bartender at the back of the stage for a suite. Taverns like this often double as inns. So the dark elf bartender just looked up at the strange minotaur in front of him, took out a room card and handed it to the caveman waiter, leading Moriarty and Pocoth to their room.

"Send two set meals and a bottle of moss. The more you gratuize. He casually took out a new nikon and handed it to the waiter, and Moriarty commanded casually.

"Yes, sir." It was rare to see such a generous Minotaur, so the waiter hurriedly thanked him and went down to serve the meal to the guests.

Sure enough, it was in response to the old saying that "Jin Lang can make the dragon grind", but in just five minutes, the caveman waiter brought two highest-standard set meals and a bottle of hardcover ribbon moss. And even so, the true value of Jinlang is actually not half realized.

The waiter sets the table and respectfully retreats. However, Moriarty stopped him and began to ask some questions about the "dark neon", and the caveman naturally knew everything, and even lowered his voice and answered as much as he knew about some sensitive questions.

After that, when there were no more inquiries, the caveman exited the room, and the thoughtful Moriarty began to dine with Pocos.

This is the first time that Moriarty has eaten in the dungeon of Nigon, and before eating in the Forge Hill was just a simple "local box lunch", this time he can see the food culture of Nigon.

The skewered wolf newt leg tip, the salt-baked small umbrella mushrooms, the stewed underground river fish, and a large pot of rich chowder soup, and the freshly baked wheat scones are the main dish.

"Sure enough."

Moriarty savoured the delicacies of the underworld and couldn't help but be amazed.

Sure enough, each place has its own unique food culture and philosophy. Although the food of Nigon may not be as refined and elaborate as the aristocratic dining of Erathia, it has a special aroma and a profound taste sensation, as if the depths of the underground world are unfathomable.

And Po Kesi on the side faced such a dish, and he was even more in tears. In the countryside of the Crucible Plains, you can't even imagine such delicious "delicacies". This made the caveman feel very glad that he had decided to follow Moriarty.

After eating, the two of them drank the moss wine separately and began to rest. After trekking all the way from the small plains, I was actually tired, so I needed to recover.

It took more than ten hours to sleep before the two got up one after another. At this time, the tavern downstairs was still bustling with drinkers, but the practicing bartenders and waiters had changed.

After a brief freshening up, Moriarty directly took out the test tube containing the blood of the dark elves, and immediately threw the "Basil Ray's Transformation Feather" into it. As if he could drink blood, Hei Ling quickly drained all the blood in the tube, leaving no trace behind.

After Moriarty put the feather of transformation on it, a dark elf with an ordinary appearance but a deep eye appeared in the room. Similarly, a minute later, when Moriarty, who had changed his ethnicity again, appeared in front of Pocoth, the caveman fainted in shock. If the previous time it was the power of magic, then the next time it was a dark elf, Bocos almost thought that his master was the embodiment of some god, playing the mortal world.

When the caveman had finally recovered from his surprise, Moriarty left the tavern with him. As for how a dark elf came out of the suite, and where the original minotaur went, no one would pay attention to such a question at all, and even the waiter who had just changed shifts did not know that the occupants of the room had "changed".

After a good rest, Moriarty began a new round of exploration of the dungeon.

This time, however, he set his primary sight on the slave market in the Free Zone. Now that the Feather of Transformation has absorbed the blood of the Harpy (Lina), the Caveman (Pocoth), the Minotaur (d'Artagnan), and the Dark Elf (Wandering Samurai), it has at least four transformation effects. But in order to be more complete and have more options, Moriarty still intends to obtain the blood of some other races from the slave market in case of emergency.

And almost at the same time that Mority left for the slave market, in front of the Great Lord's Mansion in Niutou District, the "Ancestral Spirit Sacrifice - Totem Fighting Performance" was about to start the preliminaries.

According to the rules already issued by the Lord's Palace, each tribe can send up to two people to participate in the preliminary round, but in the end, only eight spots can enter the official martial arts, and get a rare chance to show off their martial arts skills in front of the eyes of the maze keepers. And quite peculiarly, each participant can only play a maximum of three matches in the preliminaries. The first two are inter-tribal knockouts, while the third is a direct challenge to the Minotaur fighters of Dark Neon. In other words, some direct totem fighters directly belonging to the lord's mansion will be used as the final level of the preliminaries, testing the true gold content of the tribal players. And doing so can also really put an end to cheating or "cooperation" between certain related tribes. And if the warriors from the tribe are of average level, or even as bad as mud, then all the fighters who participate in the "Ancestral Spirit Sacrifice - Totem Fighting Performance" will be samurai from the City Lord's Mansion. And this is undoubtedly the greatest embarrassment and shame for the tribes.

And when d'Artagnan arrived in the arena of the preliminaries, he was eager to start immediately. For no other reason, the young minotaur felt that he could no longer bear the "special treatment" he had received, and only wanted to vent his anger in battle. (To be continued......)