This was not what Midi wanted.

The status of slaves was too low, and there was no personal freedom at all, and many plans were difficult to carry out.

More importantly, with Midi's current status and mentality, how could he possibly accept this identity?

Slavery was completely abolished on the continent of Arad hundreds of years ago, even by the powerful Dros Empire. To ask him to be a slave now, or a slave of the Dark Elves, is a bit beyond imagination.

Seeing Midi's expression in his eyes, the old mage showed a wary look, and the priestess even let out a sneer: "Human, this is the tradition of our dark elves, you can't survive in this kind of place at all, and now I have decided to take you in, which is equivalent to saving your life, in this case, you are naturally my property!"

"Slavery, this is the tradition of the dark elves?" Midi asked rhetorically, calming down.

"That's right, if you don't agree, I can kill you right here, you don't have any choice!" replied the priestess in a natural tone, pressing her hand on the snake's head whip at her waist, "in fact I can already be considered very kind-hearted, and if I leave you in the wilderness like this, you will surely live rather than die." Believe me, humans, the priests of the tarantula tribe don't need to lie in front of you. ”

Of course, Midi had a choice, such as killing it directly.

Although this level 60 priestess and level 62 old mage are a bit tricky, they are only tricky, not to the point where they can threaten Midi's life.

It's just that an opportunity to integrate into the dark elf society that he finally racked his brains in exchange for was to be given up like this, but Midi was a little hesitant.

"I have a question. Finally, Midi spoke again.

"What?" asked the priestess, apparently still curious as to how the human would respond in such a situation.

"Can you get rid of slavery, or can you be a slave for a while, or will you be a slave for the rest of your life?" asked Midi pointedly, looking at the priestess steadily.

It was a compromise he made.

If there is a promotion channel, then it is okay to be patient, after all, the opportunity is rare, even if you kill it now and get a new opportunity, I am afraid the situation is not much better.

But if you can't turn over after being a slave, not only is it unacceptable in terms of dignity, but from a pragmatic point of view, it is just a pure waste of time.

What Midi lacks most now is time.

Every time he used the magic in his body, he could smell the pungent smell of sulfur. This breath seemed to be the whisper of death, reminding him at all times and everywhere that death was imminent.

Not only his own death, but also the death of Fina and Alice.

That's why Midi chooses to compromise at this moment, but it's precisely because of this that he will never compromise.

The swaggering priestess didn't know that, according to her answer, the next moment Midi might behead her directly.

She laughed out loud at Midi's question, and then, with an affirmative gesture, said, "The Tarantula Tribe respects every true warrior, and it's okay to get rid of slavery, but until then, you have to show your worth, otherwise, don't expect it." ”

"Most of it is true, but there is some cover-up. Lotus's voice came.

As the priestess answered, the Eighth Apostle read the mind directly with a high-order psychic ability to help Midi make a judgment.

Midi could roughly guess which were true and which were false.

There are certainly ways to get rid of slavery, but I'm afraid it's not that simple.

Obviously, the priestess was threatening, but in fact curiosity always prevailed, and she wanted to keep Midi, and it was a living Midi.

Since this woman's mentality is like this, and there is indeed an opportunity, it is acceptable to endure it for the time being in order to save time.

Thinking of this, Midi finally nodded: "Since that's the case, then I'll deign for a while." ”

The priestess was visibly upset by this unruly answer, but the thought of having a rare human in the Shadows as a slave was a minor offense.

"Wise choice. Don't worry, although you are my property, however, I will not embarrass you, this is a dark region, not a soft place on the surface, strong is a qiē, everything else is fake, and there is no meaning. The priestess said, taking a black diamond from her belt and tossing it to the lizard knight captain, "Hassan, this is for you. ”

It was the captain who discovered Midi, who, according to the tradition of the Dark Elves, should have become his slave.

And now that the priestess has made the decision to rob people without authorization, she naturally has to be appeased afterwards.

However, the captain originally had the intention of currying favor with the big guys, so naturally he would not really come out to fight, and now that he got a black diamond, he was even more overjoyed.

"Come on, human, don't run around and follow me. The priestess said with a smile.

On the side, the calm old mage made a gesture, and the caravan, which had stopped because of this small accident, once again advanced slowly in this lightless labyrinth.

"Don't call me human, I have a name, Midi, you can call me that. Midi replied neither humbly nor arrogantly.

"Hmph, unruly human. Remember, too, that your master, which is my name, is Golantis, the black dragon priest of the tarantula tribe. The priestess snorted deliberately, but she couldn't hide the excitement in her ruby-like eyes, "Now, Golantis wants you to tell us about the surface world!"

Could it be that this dark elf forced me to be a slave in order to listen to the story?

Midi's heart couldn't help but flash this helpless thought.

In fact, he guessed right.

The rarity of humans in the dark regions made the caravan willing to stop on purpose, so that the captain of the lizard knight wanted to guarantee his life.

And the curiosity of Golantis made the priestess, who was accustomed to forcing others to obey with the serpent's head, go to great lengths to make Midi submit to him.

But that's about it.

No one, including the old mages who had been to the continent of Arad, thought that humans could do anything in the Dark Regions.

It was originally a weak and untrained race, but what role could it play in a cruel and unforgiving place like the Dark Regions? It was already very good not to be taken away and eaten by monsters.

As a result, although Midi was a slave in the caravan, she hardly had to do anything but tell stories.

The Dark Elves are not nobles, but warriors, and they don't need any slaves to serve them.

On the contrary, because they were warriors, and regarded Midi as the priestess's personal property, they took great care to place Midi in the center of the line, the safest position.

First became a slave, then a vase, this messy situation made Midi cry and laugh.

He had to accept the situation and then find a way to ask Golantis what he had to do to get rid of his slave status.

But at this point, the priestess, who had lied in the first place, was naturally flickering.

She just kept asking Midi all kinds of questions about the Arad continent, but to Midi's questions, she just answered one sentence in the same way-

"When you get back to the tribe, you'll know. ”

"I knew that a priest who was good at demagoguery would never speak honestly. In desperation, Midi could only complain like this.

"Be careful what you say, human. On the side, the captain of the lizard knight who heard this scolded loudly, "When it comes to the Black Dragon God, be careful that Lord Golantis pulls out your tongue." ”

However, this threat naturally has no effect at all for Midi, who is accustomed to seeing strong winds and waves.

Although he has a slave status on his head, this does not mean that Midi will really behave in the world with a slave attitude, on the contrary, he has to remind the dark elves around him that his identity is not ordinary.

"Rip my tongue out, then she won't be able to hear the story of the surface world. Midi shook his shoulders and glanced at the captain named Hassan, "Perhaps, you can talk to me about a way out of slavery?"

"You guy!" Hassan rolled his eyes.

If it was an ordinary slave, he would have hit the opponent's vertebrae directly with the hilt of his knife, and it didn't matter if he even killed him with a knife. Wherever they were, slaves were the lowest status, and no one cared about them at all.

But Midi was different, he was the property of the priestess, and he often stayed in the priestess's tent for hours, and there was even a lot of rumor in the caravan because of it.

According to the old mage Sinda, Midi is likely to be a "noble" among the human beings, in other words, a big man on the same level as a tribal elder or chief.

Hassan was depressed to find that he had nothing to do with this arrogant slave.

However, now that Midi has asked him, it is also a good way to completely crush the other party's hopes.

"Hmph, I'll tell you honestly, with your weak body and talent, it's impossible to get rid of slave status!" Hassan sneered and said, "In the dark region, the status of the high and low depends on the strength itself! And among the slaves, only a true fighter has a chance to gain the favor of the tribe, don't think about it like you, a waste who only pays lip service!"

"Fighter?" said Midi, repeating the word.

The word "gladiator" basically has the same meaning as "gladiator", which makes it easy for him to associate with the arena.

And from the arena, it is natural to think of the black dragon conference held in the legendary Dragon's Tooth Arena that Midi is most concerned about.

Perhaps, there is some connection between the two.

Thinking like this, Midi connected the many clues she had gained from the side knocks in the past few days, and gradually had a vague answer in her heart.

And two days later, when the caravan finally arrived at the tarantula tribe, he finally got a definite result.