In the obsidian space, Lulu saw Duncan running towards the mine on the floating screen:

"My lord, I have a little question that I can ask you to answer?"

"If you want to ask, just ask, in my court, forget your inkblot etiquette." Siffel casually spread his hands.

Sure enough, Lord Siffel didn't care about meaningless red tape.

Lulu bowed her head respectfully and asked another question:

"The first part of the main quest to build a flying fortress is mining. But a task like mining doesn't have to be done by players, right? ”

Siefel sighed, shook his head, and said:

"Now the devils of the Nine Prisons are not very suitable for mining.

"The lowest level of inferior demons have no brains at all, and they can't distinguish between different ores and stones.

"Among the other weaker devils, the bloated devil is blind again, and the little devil has little strength and is not suitable for mining. And such as the Steel Demon, the Legion Demon, and the Barb Demon, are all professional military personnel, and it is not appropriate to transfer them from their posts to mine without authorization. ”

The reason is that Siefel spent a full 1 second improvizing, and the real reason is that he wants to find some names to give rewards to players.

Lulu listened to Master Seafer speak with no flaws.

She also doesn't know much about the function and focus of the devil's form.

After all, if he is really a devil with high enough professionalism, he probably won't have a chance to become a staff member of Siefer.

Sure enough, all the details that seemed unreasonable were the result of Master Seefer's careful design. It's too whimsical to be whimsical and want to question the lord, it's really too self-conscious. Lulu couldn't help but think.

I'm too far behind, so I still have to learn more.

It was at this time that Siffel seemed to have discovered something.

"Wait, besides the players, there are people approaching the Blue Iron Ore Mine!"

In front of Siefer, the bronze-covered Book of Lords is suspended in the air, and the yellowed pages show maps of the player's spawn and the vicinity of the mines.

At the edge of the map, a red dot has just appeared, and it is rapidly approaching the location of the player's main quest, the Blue Iron Ore District.

"My lord, what is this?" Lulu looked puzzled, "I remember, there are no demons moving around here. I also issued a special order for my subordinates to avoid the Bilian Iron Mine area today. ”

Siefer's finger manipulation on the map, enlarging the red dots and marking new information as they appeared.

"It's a chariot of hell, with an unknown number of people on it and an unknown number of creatures on it. It is expected that it will not be long before you meet the players who are on the main quest! ”

The Hellchariot is a magical vehicle powered by souls that is used for transportation and combat. Because of the large target and high energy level, it is specially marked as a red dot in the map.

"Sifel-sama, at this rate, at a maximum of 10 minutes, players will have a face-to-face with the unknown person on the Hellchariot. What are we going to do? Lulu was visibly panicked.

Sifer raised an eyebrow, his fingertips tapping the red dots on the yellowed map.

A picture of a huge armored four-wheeled combat vehicle, shown in the pages of the book.

"This model of hell's chariot? A modded Demon Smasher? It's difficult, it's difficult, it's ······"

Both Lulu and Sifiel said the same name in unison.

"Wandering Mall?"

The so-called Wandering Mall is a market that roams around the "War Wilderness" on the first level of the Nine Hells, composed of a number of giant Hell Chariots, which can freely travel between multiple material planes and Hell.

The Mall is a large group of wandering merchants, where artisans and misfits run different trades and sell goods. Whether it is a devil or a mortal, or a ghost woman who lives in hell or even other beings, they may become their customers.

Among the merchants are real demons, and there are even mortals who stay in hell.

No one will underestimate the mortals they encounter in Hell!

Many mortals who are able to go to hell in flesh and blood while alive and live for a long time are even more terrible than the devil!

Among these mortals, there may be adventurers who are trapped in hell due to accidents, but they are more likely to be fierce and vicious people who are enemies of the world in their own material world, notorious cult leaders, or powerful spellcasters who have made a pact with the Great Devil.

"I remember the scope of activity of the Wandering Mall, not in this area? What's more, there will be no customers in the Bi iron ore area. Why did you go at this time? Lulu was a little flustered for a moment.

In the past, Lulu had spent soul coins to buy potions to heal her injuries from profiteers in the Wandering Mall.

MD's group of profiteers sell quite expensive, so they like to sit on the ground and start the price.

After knowing that the other party was a wandering mall, Sifer also raised a lot of vigilance.

"Lulu, do you know why the Wandering Mall is able to mix up in the devil's territory? Do you know what the hole cards are in this mobile bazaar? ”

"I don't know, please advise the lord."

The corners of Siefer's originally smiling mouth flattened, his expression became more and more serious, and he said the answer:

"It is said that the owner of the Wandering Mall, Hama, the merchant lord who even bargained with the Duke of Hell, is the eyes and ears of the Lord of the Nine Hells, acting as an intermediary and arbiter in transactions with the Lord of the Nine Hells!"

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