Turning his gaze to the depths of the corridor, the breeze gusting and renewing the stale air in the head-on breeze. The black-haired man enjoyed sucking the familiar and unfamiliar smell of the waves, feeling the ripples of the hem of his shirt from time to time, the cool breeze had arrived, but the heart was not cold.

The unfathomable posture lasted for no more than three seconds, and the black-haired man's next words surprised the other party again.

"But the attitude is good, the guy is very energetic. Zhuge coughed and pretended to be old, he reached through the iron window and patted the other party's arm hard, and the strong and hard muscle touch followed, "I actually said in front of the divine envoy that I want to overthrow this society." ”

"Kill, you can't kill it. ”

He pulled the Drow maid beside him, ignoring the other party's somewhat panicked expression, "What if you kill all the mistresses above? ”

The facts are clear, Trist is not a fool, he hung his head gloomily, and said in a deep voice: "Actually, I know very well that this will not help, but I have been thinking, but I am a humble drow man, what else can I do." ”

He stretched out his hand, and the disturbed chains let out a threatening cry again, Drow's lilac eyes staring into his palm, "I can't do anything about my compatriots, and the source of this mission failure is only because at the last moment, I stopped my actions. ”

"I don't hold a grudge against him, maybe it's because of my soft-heartedness that the spider goddess punished me. Immediately afterward, he shook his head with a wry smile, "I'm confused. ”

"Want to know a solution?"

Trisette nodded, but in those lilac eyes, he saw the black-haired man winking at him secretly, and glancing at the small movements of the maid beside him, and the young Drow heard the other party's serious and hollow voice in a little confusion.

"As the spokesperson of the spider goddess walking in the world, I will only ask once now—Trist Duanden, are you willing to offer everything you have, including your life, to the great and noble Lord God of Rose?"

"Loyal to me. The black eyes were staring at the other party's lilac eyes.

The young Drow then fell to one knee, the chains on his body rattled, his hands gesticulating in a special gesture, and using the same deep voice, as if the voice was coming from overhead, "Ultrin." ”

Zhuge raised his eyebrows, he looked at Emilia beside him in confusion, the other party's expression seemed to be a little confused, as if the other party's words pulled her into a long memory, she tried to translate, "The ancient language of the higher Drow - my king." ”

The black-haired man was silent for a moment, the corners of his mouth curling back, and he reappeared with a demonic bewitching expression, motioning for the Drow maid to untie the shackles on the other party.

"I need to leave a mark on you, though. He grumbled, "Something like a memory spell looks like a book." ”

A flash of blue appeared in the black-haired man's hand, and struck the young drow like a faint version of lightning bolt on the neck. The pain like an electric shock spread rapidly through the nerves of Trist's epidermis, his hands trembled, his palms did not grasp the iron pillar in front of him, and his body collapsed towards the ground.

Trist sat on the ground gasping for a moment before recovering from a trance of amnesia, and someone heard the voice in his ear, as if he was walking slowly but quickly from a farther away, "Although you are wearing a black skin, remember your oath that it is far more important to keep a heart that chases justice than to chase the current." ”

"At that point, you'll be able to get rid of the mark. ”

Trist came back to his senses and touched the sting pain in his neck, and Emilia, the Drow maid beside him, could see the marks through his fingers—alphabet-like writing, but she couldn't make out where it belonged to the language—"Zi you".

"Where are you going now?" the Drow maid walked past Zhuge in small steps, and she turned around lightly and asked.

The man scratched his temples, the breeze blowing behind him stirred up the pimples on his body, he turned his head to look at the young Zhuoer behind him, who was a little distraught, and made a decision, "Let's go, go and find clothes." ”

Emilia walking in front of her is getting bigger and smaller, she has her hands behind her back, the hem of the tight hips covers the hips from time to time with the action of her thighs to set off the furrow more deeply, and the leather whip does not know which magical place she is hiding in, Zhuge unconsciously aimed at someone's lower body, but did not find a suspicious position; 。

But this discovery reminded the black-haired man of the "objective" assessment made by the girl in front of him earlier, and he couldn't help but speed up his pace, with a "natural" expression on his face, and passed over the Drow maid, "Hurry up, it's getting cold." ”

Emilia looked sideways, and when she saw the man's figure, she jumped after him, while Trist simply increased the pace and frequency of her steps.

The leather garment provided by the Rachel family had been unrecognizable in the arena, and the longsword could not withstand the power of the pendant and became a one-time waste, and now the longsword was lying quietly by the underground furnace belonging to the third family, waiting for the underground dwarven servants to recycle it.

When the three of them returned to the underground hall, two additional closed doors appeared in front of the black-haired man, and he turned his head to look at the Drow maid with an inquiring gaze, "What is this?"

"There's a seal up there, we can't get in. The maid made a pitiful look, which was not at all in keeping with the haughty appearance of the first meeting—the black-haired man scratched his head and couldn't figure it out, and the change seemed to have just appeared—and the other party became a little more cheerful?" Emilia continued, "Mina and the High Priest have been here, and they have no choice, and you are always nowhere to be seen. ”

"Eh?" Zhuge thought for a moment, and seemed to be grinding hard with the guy named Rose above his head during that time, "Okay, I'll talk about it next time." ”

"It's just an adventure. The man thought to himself.

When entering the passage on the side, the black-haired man realized that this was a different feeling from the prison, there was no direct corridor in front of him, and there was no imaginary jewels, only unpretentious rooms, displayed in various passages.

When the green and simple taste appeared in the sense of smell, Zhuge suddenly found that the faint salty and wet feeling before was long gone, and he turned around, but the arcane vision that had not yet dissipated saw that there was a thin blue diaphragm at the entrance.

Through the diaphragm, the originally silent underground hall seemed to become more lively in the air, but it was also more terrifying - a group of ghost-like guys fluttered in the air, but at this moment, these guys pressed their cheeks tightly against the blue diaphragm!