Following behind the sharp-eared woman, the black-haired man's original tattered cold jacket disappeared, replaced by a tight-fitting satin, the best texture can be deeply felt from the close-fitting silky but elastic touch.

Zhuge played with a long sword hanging from his waist.

The slender metal sword body is designed to be more suitable for the use of the dark-skinned and pointy-eared race, and with it in the hand, even a physique like Zhuge can swing it normally.

The man casually pulled his sword out of its scabbard, and the crisp sound of not dragging mud and water confirmed the excellence of the quality, at least that's what the guys claimed.

On the outside of the tight-fitting satin, a black leather suit of the same tightness was draped - a request made by the black-haired man, and of course the innocuous proposal was quickly approved.

The only flaw is that they are really tight, and these self-proclaimed drow guys, judging from their height, their males are basically a head shorter than themselves.

Such men are already tall in their group.

Zhuge somewhat understands the change in the other party's attitude towards himself, although the chains on his wrists and ankles have been untied, and he is relatively free in his actions.

But the key thing, not to mention how many unknown mechanisms are hidden in this dark and strange world, the most important thing is that the "hostage" is in the hands of the other party.

After all, the features were described so accurately that the black-haired man had to believe that the girl guide, who had a beautiful hair color like a burning flame, was being controlled somewhere at this time, and it became their way to control him.

The black-haired man looked at the group of maids around him, who were busy with him, arranging their clothes and some decorations related to the spider pattern.

On this point, Zhuge once profoundly expressed his protest, but the protest was naturally ignored by Cexilis.

"These things have to be worn," she insisted. Of course, none of the little guys on this are real, you can rest assured. ”

This is the only place where the pointy-eared woman shows back-down.

"Don't you think it's a paradox? The black-haired man felt that the cumbersome way of wearing the dress that night on the earth was less than 1/3 of the cumbersome dress on his body now, and the bored Zhuge tried to borrow this time to work the other party's thoughts.

"What do you mean?"

The question suddenly asked by the other party still made Cecilis feel a little uncomfortable, and she was leaning against the edge of the secret door with her hands on her chest, carefully observing the black-haired man who had been groomed and was changing clothes.

"I talked to you along the way, and I had some cognition. The man organized the language, he opened his arms so that the maid could place the metal wrist armor on both sides, and the man looked at the sharp-eared woman and continued, "Since you don't believe in family, love, and friendship, what else can you rely on?"

"Interests. High Priest Secillis's expression was a little gloomy, and he looked like he was telling the truth.

Suddenly, she thought about it and continued with a smile: "It can also be for a good mood. ”

"Hmm. A woman's mind really can't be speculated at will, Zhuge thought to himself, he could only take one step at a time, don't continue to entangle with these insidious guys on this issue, he tried to change the topic, "What are you going to do in a while?"

"Go to the arena. ”

"What are you doing there?" the man asked suspiciously, he couldn't figure out what medicine was going to be sold in the other party's gourd.

"Ask so much what you are doing, and just follow it obediently!" But the High Priestess of Cersylis had no good face, and she disdainfully made her decision, and looked like she was on top, and continued.

"Most men are junk who only think with their lower bodies. ”

With that, the priestess of Drow walked out of the room again, leaving only the innocent black-haired man and the handmaidens who were also full of disdain.

......

"Are you sure you want to do this? It was the Rachel Mistress who spoke, but she was looking in the other direction.

Behind him, the statue of the spider goddess came to life, half-human, half-spider in the dim light of dancing torches, watching the two people in the center of the hall, and the other was the high priest of Drow, Sehiris, who had just left.

"It's a plan to kill three birds with one stone, and it works. Half-kneeling, Cécillis bowed her head and insisting on her opinion, which was simply unthinkable for her usual performance.

"Do not put your own desires before the Lord God. The mistress reprimanded, "I have ...... with you."

Mistress Rachel paused her words, and in front of Cehiris, she knelt down on one knee with her back to her, and hung her head as if she were in a serious conversation with someone.

Soon the mistress was on her feet again, but she didn't look very good, but her words didn't cover it.

"Okay, then let's arrange it according to your ideas. ”

"Yes!"

When Secillis retreated, Mistress Rachel returned to her closed eyes again.

"My lord, will this work?"

"If you're just a waste man, don't do it. A deep voice echoed in the mistress's ears.

......

Under the guidance of a group of heavily armed drow elves, Zhuge had to put away his careful thoughts, and he silently followed, passing through the passages lined with spider statues on both sides, and although the scale of these passages was large, they were always the same, so that the black-haired man always had the feeling of always going around in circles.

He looked down at the neatly arranged pieces of green bricks on the ground, and compared with his past memories, it seemed to be the same as the tiles used to decorate the house, but in the color and color of the material, it was more simple and generous.

The only thing that makes him feel bad is that the tone is too single and gray, which makes the dark-haired man always feel depressed.

Since the departure of the Drow High Priestess, Cehelis had not seen the other party again, and he did not know what this so-called arena had to do with him, and he had no clue about it, and he quickly gave up thinking about it.

No matter what the drow named Sehelis wants to do, he still needs to make more preparations, such as meditation preparations, and the use of the equipment on his body.

Although he is not a master of using weapons, because of the star array, the set of martial arts on Kabore's body is largely preserved in his consciousness, and at the same time, this body also inherits the foundation of the blue-haired boy.

There is no concept without comparison, and it is not clear whether it is strong or not, but it doesn't work, if there is a chance, the black-haired man still plans to give it a try.

The Drow soldiers' standard leather boots walked neatly on the green bricks, and both the starting position and the spacing of the strides remained surprisingly identical. The team in front of them may belong to the sequence of elite soldiers, judging from their clothing, the same standard of chain mail and unified double-edged scimitars are maintained at a relatively high level.

Zhuge noticed the badge on the shoulders of the soldiers, which was a pattern with a spider face, above the waist was a drow woman, and at her hands held two sharp swords, and the lower part was the same as the spiders in the room and passage, and the only difference was that at the end of the huge abdomen, there was an upside-down hook, which was more like a tail thorn.

As it spoke, the brunette turned his head, wondering if he had the same thing.

He turned his head to look and noticed that there was indeed a similar badge in the same place, but the pattern was completely different.

There were no intricate graphics on it, just two sharp swords and something similar to hieroglyphs written in Suren script. He asked curiously about the soldiers in front of him, but in the puzzled expression on the other party's face, Zhuge finally discovered a situation.

It turns out that these people don't want to talk to them, but they don't understand their own language at all.

He continued to follow in the footsteps of his predecessors in a dejected manner, but the question was repeated in his mind.

"Why is it possible to communicate normally with that woman named Cehiris?" the black-haired man shook his head, sure enough, no matter what world he was in, it was always useful to learn a foreign language well.

However, the soldier at the head stopped at this moment, and turned around, he spoke a thick and indecipherable language, and he carefully considered his words like a man, from which the man could vaguely distinguish the individual meanings: "Advanced...... Priest...... Aristocrat...... Lingua franca. ”

The black-haired man rolled his eyes, was this to make him use his brain and imagination to start forming words and sentences?

However, the other party also seemed to see Zhuge 's doubts, he kept gesturing his hands in front of the black-haired man, making Zhuge a cloud, and it took him a long time to react to the other party's meaning.

But even if he understood, the black-haired man asked himself, and he couldn't be sure if it was really what the other party was really saying: "Nobles and high priests can learn the language of men." ”

Human, this refers to oneself as a human being.

The so-called lingua franca should also refer to the words that can be fully understood by human beings.

The other man nodded, indicating that this was exactly what he meant, and then stubbornly turned around and moved forward. And no longer paying attention to the black-haired man, as long as Zhuge continued to follow him quietly, he had no more opinions.

After a long time, the man still didn't figure out what he wanted to know.

It seems that the distribution of educational resources here is even more unbalanced than that of their own, only the so-called nobles and priests can get education, and the quality is not guaranteed.

Perhaps in this world, such a phenomenon is the norm. The black-haired man sighed to himself, he was not a god, he was not qualified, and he didn't have much heart to care about this matter, and even why he came to this ghost place, as a person, he didn't know.

However, he touched a spider-shaped pendant that appeared beside him at some unknown point, and pondered the vague transaction he had made with a god in his consciousness while unconscious.

The black-haired man walked silently, and deep down he suddenly had some plans of his own.