"Martial Arts ......"

The maid didn't wait long before the silence in the office was broken.

The drow elf sitting in front of her lowered his head and clenched his fists tightly, "The chief martial artist brought us out, in this world, we will not be restrained by 'Your Majesty', so the priests wanted to send us to death, and the chief martial artist took us out." ”

'We'?" the maid noticed a little more.

In other words, not many people actually escaped?

But it's right to think about it, since it was seawater pouring into the dark area, there shouldn't be many people who can react in time.

To be honest, it's a miracle that someone was able to escape in that situation, with the pressure of the seabed, once there is a crack at the top of the dark area, and there is a backflow of seawater, then this rift will soon become the entrance to the River Styx, and the sea representing 'death' will pour in from there, and harvest everyone's lives.

In this case, the priests of the Spider God Queen still want to enclose a piece of land on the surface, which means that there must be many people who have successfully escaped from the dark region with them.

After a moment of silence, the maid asked, "How many of you are?"

Hearing this, the Drow Elf shook his head, looked at the maid silently, and said nothing.

The maid was not surprised, if the Duchy of Sorrow did not take them in, then it was unknown what would happen in the future, and this kind of information could not be exposed.

She was a little interested in this drow elf, there shouldn't be many drow like her, but the thought that she ran away with the family's martial arts and went against the wishes of the priests was itself a manifestation of rebellion.

If she had grown up under the traditional education of Drow, then she would have been a drow elf full of thoughts of femininity and inferiority, and full of fanatical worship of the Spider God, rather than being neither arrogant nor showing faith in the Spider God Queen, as she is now.

Rubbing the badge in her hand, the maid asked casually, "This coat of arms shouldn't have been redesigned by you, right?

"We, now only, this is the way to go!" replied the Drow earnestly.

Raising her eyes, Serena placed the badge on the table and leaned back in her chair with her hands on her chest, "To be honest, we're not afraid of the priests of your family, but we don't want to confront them in a daze. Tell me, why did you choose this place instead of somewhere else?"

After a long silence, the drow elf was oppressed by the maid's gaze, and finally chose to answer sincerely: "...... Elsewhere, we will become the private property of the aristocracy. ”

Because the duchy is open enough, many races can coexist here...... Is it?

The maid smiled suddenly, bowing slightly, "That's a good reason, because I don't want to die with the priests, so I came out with my own people before the priests were ready to start a war, and used joining a certain country to show that I had nothing to do with them - is that right?"

The Drow pursed his lips and nodded slightly, "...... Be. ”

"What can you bring us?" said the maid with a smile, "although we theoretically accept anyone here, if we somehow confront the others for your sake, we will lose out." So, what can you bring to us?"

After a pause, the maid seemed to think of something, and added: "Oh, by the way, don't tell me 'silk', since you know the name of our principality, then you should also know that it is our principality that has squeezed your business, and we don't need spider silk silk, it is too troublesome and too costly." What other benefits can you bring to us?"

The Drow raised his head in astonishment, his mouth spurting, and he stopped talking.

At this time, she didn't know what to say, and the things that the martial arts chief had taught her before had already been guessed by the maid chief.

After all, the master of martial arts is only a master of martial arts, and he is not very proficient in negotiation - or rather, there are not many of them who are proficient in negotiation, which is why she is here.

The maid looked at her with a smile and whispered, "Can't you think of it?"

"For example, your martial arts, your stealth skills, your secret knowledge?"

The melodious voice sounded in his ears like a devil's whisper, and the drow spirit trembled, not knowing how to answer.

She suddenly realized that this woman was the one who single-handedly made the Principality of Sorrowful Wind one of the few powerful countries on the continent, although the Principality of Sorrowful Wind itself had a good foundation, but even without those, with her ability, it was only a matter of delaying the time of this rise for a few years.

“...... Yes!"

As if the jar had been broken, the Drow Elf suddenly raised his head, gritted his teeth and said, "We can all agree to these conditions!"

The maid was slightly stunned, and then smiled, "So, is it like this?"

She looked at the female drow in front of her and nodded with difficulty, and the joy in her heart gushed out uncontrollably.

The maid took a deep breath, thinking she might laugh out loud if she didn't.

"Then I can now know how many of you there are?" asked the maid with a smile.

“...... More than a hundred. Drow replied vaguely.

The maid smiled and narrowed her eyes, a hundred and a few people can be more than a hundred, and a hundred and ninety people can also be more than a hundred, so which 'more than a hundred' is she talking about?

"So, how long will it take for you to reach the Duchy of Sorrow?" the maid continued.

"It will take more than half a month. The Drow replied truthfully.

Serena smiled, "Then can you give up your traditions? I'm talking about the feminine and male inferiority and the belief in the Spider God! Although our principality is a country of freedom of belief, but evil gods like the Spider God Queen are not within our allowability, if you are willing to give up, I can send someone to send you back, if you don't want to, you can only go back by yourself......

Hearing this, the Drow Elf's heart tightened, and he clenched his hands nervously.

She heard the implication of this sentence -

If you do, you are welcome, and if you don't, you will be asked to go back and forth, and your promises will be null and void.

A hope is given, but this hope is held tightly in their hands, and they must agree to a condition before this hope is given to them......

However, this is not to take advantage of the fire, because that 'hope' is someone else's thing.

“...... I promise, I'll make them give up these things!"

In the end, the drow elf nodded resolutely and agreed.

They had disobeyed the priests, and she had to bring the good news back as soon as possible, or someone would have been swaying, and perhaps someone was already trying to contact the priests to let them know where they were hiding.

The fear of the priests is deeply ingrained in the bones of all Drow, and the Spider God Queen is their supreme 'Majesty', and no Drow can disobey the will of the Spider God Queen.

The priests are the messengers of the spider god in the mortal world, so they cannot go against the will of the priests.

But now they are 'traitors', and if they don't give up, they can't join the Duchy of Sorrow, and they will definitely be found by the priests without any protection from the forces.

In contrast, the priests preferred to punish traitors rather than wage war to lay a ground on the surface of the earth, because what they hated most was betrayal, and all betrayers would be put to death, otherwise there would be a steady stream of betrayers.

This is the sorrow of Drow society, and as for where the source originated, it is something that the Drow elves dare not even think about. (https:)

Please remember that the first domain name of this book is:. Mobile version reading URL: