The majestic and flamboyant statue of the Drow priestess scanned the hall majestically, her expression carved to life, and the parts of her body were also the handiwork of the master craftsmen - it is said that before the establishment of this ancient underground city of Gullora, there was once a group of dark dwarves living here, and these creatures with a keen sense of smell of metal and treasure are now mostly driven deeper underground in the city - some of them have become "security guards" that the dark-haired man has seen before while others are placed in remote passages, guarded by a large number of Drow soldiers.

The statue is surrounded by rare aquamarines, which make up the blue-purple skin of the idol, and although it is very valuable, no one will risk the wrath of the goddess Rose to desecrate the goddess's ketone body.

The hall is brightly lit, and the walls are hidden with a large number of magically powered Mithril devices as an alternative to the universal torches. Of course, the cost of this is not at all affordable for ordinary families, and even the first family, Barcelo, does not have the ability to use it in large quantities - if there is such extra financial resources, it is better to use it to build up the family's military strength.

The fourth daughter of the Rachel family, the high priestess of Drow, Thirhelis, did not follow her mistress at this moment, and stood alone under the statue of Rose, beside a throne with a towering and ornate backrest encrusted with various gems, which was now empty.

In front of her was a thirteen-step ladder, and as for this number, it seemed to be Goddess Rose's favorite, but no one could say what it meant.

The High Priest of Drow looked down at the large round table under the steps, and behind the round table were ten high-backed chairs. As far back as she could remember, she was always standing behind one of the chairs at the round table, where Zorn, the strongest martial arts chief, was standing, and beside him was her eldest sister, Jennifer Rachel, the only one of the two High Priests of Drow in the family.

The situation seemed to have changed a lot now, but why—she glanced sideways at the throne beside her, whose owner had not yet returned.

However, always facing one's position is a good habit for Zhuoer. Cehiris straightened her perspective and looked back around the hall, where there were more seats on the outside of the round table, and although a number of them were still idle, the number of occupied seats was far more numerous and closer together than the central round table. But the only difference is that there are no followers behind these round tables - this is a requirement of this temple, Cehelis knows very well - only the top ten families are eligible to arrange followers, and the number of followers is also limited - the top three families are allowed to bring out the number of two, and the others, only one.

Cehilis looked at the hourglass in front of her, a little more than the time for the assembly. There seemed to be some movement, and then, as she turned her head to look at the deep passage on the other side, the red-haired woman was slowly walking in the direction of the throne, followed by two other Drow priests.

The relationship between the other party and the black-haired man, the High Priestess of Drow will not be unaware, since the battle in the arena, she has regretted her cleverness in her heart. But at this point, she didn't feel too sad, at least the guy who was now the "Divine Messenger" didn't let go of himself.

"Maybe I still have some use value. Cersylis muttered.

"Ahem, huh. Two fake coughs came from the inside of the passage towards the main hall, especially in the quiet and solemn hall.

The patriarchs of the family who were already seated in the audience stood up one after another, bowing their heads towards the position of the statue of Goddess Rose, waiting for someone to arrive. It is clear that as the host of the Gullora Drow clan meeting, especially with the identity of "divine messenger", the existence of the protagonist is not unimportant.

The High Priest of Drow on the edge of the throne watched the actions of the crowd, and Cehelis was condescending, and she suddenly understood what a tempting position the throne beside her was. Before that, the goddess Rose had not given this throne to anyone for nearly 100 years, but today was an unusual day for these drows.

The person concerned did not seem to have the corresponding consciousness, and in full view of everyone, the black-haired man walked into the hall with a grin, he raised his hand and stroked the fluffy hair on the top, with a sleepy-eyed appearance, which made Cecilis frown.

"Did he just wake up?" asked High Priest Drow as he gestured to Priest Bane, the red-haired girl's expression just as helpless.

"I don't know, I don't know where he just went. The other man didn't look like he was lying, which made Cehiris feel reassured. But when she looked at the dark-haired man walking towards her position, her brow tightened again.

Wearing a white silk brocade with good texture on the other party's body, because of its good touch, it is often used by the nobles of the Drow elves as the first choice for sleeping close to the body - not the first choice, this is clearly a pajama! The other party is holding a short scepter lightly in his hand, and in the hand of the black-haired man, he is weak and falls, as if he will fall down immediately if he is not careful!

The High Priest of Drow clearly felt that when the scepter appeared, the matriarchs of the Drow family in the audience suddenly changed their faces - the top was inlaid with a huge black gem, and the bottom of the gem was surrounded by a spider lying upside down, and behind the spider was a handle, the length of the handle was not long, about the width of the palms of three adult Drow men side by side.

Aside from the symbolic implications, the scepter alone is invaluable as a magic weapon - after all, no one present has ever had the opportunity to see this symbol of power with their own eyes - it represents the supreme control of the underground city of Gulrola. It's just a meaning.

Now it is in the hands of an alien, unknown human being! No one dares to question her wisdom in front of the statue of Rose, but slander and discussion are inevitable.

The black-haired man had an indifferent expression, he staggered with a leisurely step, humming an unknown ditty in his mouth, and sat lazily on the throne beneath the idol. He thought for a moment, and threw the scepter in his hand at random, but it flew exactly toward the Drow High Priestess beside him, Sehiris.

"I'll hand it over to you for safekeeping in the future. ”

The High Priest of Drow scrambled to catch the black gem scepter dangling in the air, and unexpectedly, for a short time, the expression on his face appeared from time to time with shock, surprise, confusion, and respect. For the man with a strange face beside her, she couldn't understand the other party's mind in the past, but now it is like this, but she has a hunch that it will be the case even in the future.