The traveling writer from the surface of the earth stared at the cavern city with his face against the stone wall, almost greedily.

While there is a lot of literature on the surface world about the Dark Regions, these books are either stored in the Mage's Workshop or in the libraries of some temples. In popular books, the few words about the dark regions are always vague and stupid, and there is never a book that seriously records the truth about these underground city-states.

If I make it out of the Shadows alive, I'll make sure to bring a dinner party for the publishers of Waterdeep City, a trip plan to the southern countries with a caravan, and a signing party for a magical academy in Harua...... All these time-wasting activities were put off and I concentrated on writing a book called "Varotamp's Travels to Morsoblay".

This is the only wish of the famous travel writer at the moment.

Coren and Hokun were too busy stuffing the delicious pan-fried Piri Mojo into their mouths, not noticing what was still twinkling in the big-nosed writer's eyes. Only Mo Yun slowly picked up a Piri Demon Fish, biting on the firm and delicate flesh of the fish, and shook his head imperceptibly.

The Dayet mercenary group only collects money to do things, and has no habit of abusing goods. But the priestesses, who had been learning how to abuse sacrifices at Rose's altar since childhood, probably wouldn't have given the surface writer much room to come up with a new book.

Before entering the city, let him see the scenery of the city of Morsoblay.

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With his hands behind his back, Kim Murray stared at the priestess who was guiding him with his usual gloomy countenance, and the twisted spider crest with one eye on her back on her robe.

In Morsoblay, a low-status mercenary who treats a priestess of Rose in such an impertinent manner is basically torn apart by the angry priestesses and fed to the spiders. But there was an exception in one place, the Rift Valley, where Kim Murray was all too familiar, and even kept some not-so-pleasant memories.

This is the domain of the Obroza family, the third consul of Morsoblay City, and unlike the nobles who worship Rose devoutly, the Obroza family has a unique way of paying homage to the Spider God.

The priestesses and mages in this family are all outright psychic powers, and on the way up their bloody family rankings, I don't know how many low-level noble families have been easily seen through all the strategies and tactics and completely wiped out

As long as it is a family that is hostile to the Obroza family, whether it is a priest or a nobleman, or even for other drow nobles, it can be regarded as a valuable resource for the low-level drow soldiers, not a single one remains. This kind of clean and neat style of home is too crazy and cruel even the Ban Rui family, who ranked first in Mosoblay City.

More than one mistress has complained in private: "The Obroza family is a bunch of crazy people who ignore the rules!"

But Kim Murray knew that, unlike the other families in Morsoblay, the Obroza family had a different standard for selecting family members and soldiers.

Following the steps of the priestess, the chief psychic of the Dayette Mercenary Regiment silently stepped down the stone steps of the path. This neat path is the result of an architectural marvel that the Obroza family has invested hundreds of grey dwarf slaves on the rock wall with hammerheads and chisels, and the Obroza family does not even allow the family mage to provide these slaves with better enchantment tools.

Of course, none of these gray dwarf slaves made it out of the path alive, and their long-dried skeletons were locked on both sides of the path, becoming a unique sight in Obroza's territory.

At the end of this unpleasant path was a priestess in a short white linen robe, sitting on a small mushroom-shaped chair.

The diminutive priestess, with a weak and innocent expression on her face, looked like a newborn baby, staring at a cloud of black mist on a cliff.

It was a dark barrier created by a family mage, and in this space shrouded in spells, not even the thermal vision of the drow elves could see anything, and it also had a silence spell attached to it.

But Kim Murray only glanced at it, and the Eye of the Mind had already penetrated the protection of the barrier, completely outlining the scene inside

A dozen or so young drowsters, barely in their teens, were barely using the floating magic they had gained from their bloodlines to float through this dark enchantment.

Even in the strictest of drow aristocratic families, children of this age were only subjected to a strict "upbringing", with the priestesses of the clan undergoing initial religious indoctrination and social training mainly by flogging, without time to bring them to the edge of this dangerous precipice.

But at the Obroza house, there is a special kind of "game convention" that is held from time to time.

In such a dark barrier suspended above the Rift Valley, the noble children of Obroza and the low-ranking soldiers are randomly selected to maintain their floating magic as much as possible. Due to the silence attached to the Dark Enchantment, no one knows who else is around them, so they can only keep themselves suspended as much as possible in the absolute silence until the other opponents can't hold on one by one and quit, or they fall from a high altitude into a deep valley due to a long period of silence and lack of magic power.

When the last contestant is supported, he is rewarded with the game tournament, and the lucky winner is granted nobility and a lavish vacation, and if the winner is a drow man, the Obroza family even allows him to choose a family priestess to take what he wants!

Of course, no one knows if they will be able to make it to the end. In many cases, before the host announced the end of the game, all the contestants had already fallen from the dark enchantment without missing a beat.

This strange game is also the main reason for the scarcity of Obroza's family and the lack of low-level drow soldiers.

Just as Kim Murray walked up to the diminutive priestess, another young drow girl staggered down from the dark barrier.

But before she could get as close as she could to the cliff, the dwarf priestess had already picked up a black, thick staff of adamantite gold and slammed it into the girl's forehead:

"My sweetheart, you're out!"

The heavy staff of adamantite could break even a rock into two pieces with a single blow, let alone bones, and between the splatters of blood and brains, the girl's forehead bone shattered, and her face was blank, staring at her weak-looking mother, and she fell directly to the bottom of the cliff.

The kobold slaves kept by the Obroza family in the deep valley let out a roar of excitement, and soon the barking turned into a chewing sound that tore at the body of the Drow maiden.

Even for the Drow society, this style of killing Drow women to feed kobold slaves seems extremely frustrating. But neither the delicate-looking priestess nor the gloomy and indifferent Kim Murray had any superfluous mood swings.

Jin Murray bowed lightly and opened his mouth in his usual cold tone: "Mistress Kyo, Kim Murray of the Dayette Mercenary Regiment respects you. ”

Holding a staff of pure gold stained with blood sacrifices and white substances, the diminutive Mother of Keryo, the supreme leader of the Obroza family, looked at the gloomy psychic sorcerer in front of her, but suddenly showed a touching smile: "My dear son, you who have run away from home, don't you even want to call a mother?"

"You are numerous and bred all over the valley, and I am only the least successful of them. Kim Murray replied in a dry voice, but his spiritual power wrapped around his body like an invisible barrier, like a crystal-poured wall, closing all channels of peeping.

Mistress Keyo glanced at the cold and gloomy Drow psyker, but smiled like a girl: "For nearly a hundred years, you are the only male in our family to win the game. ”

"Your 'trust game' held on a cliff is not a test of willpower, nor magical talent, but of an awakened person of psychic power. Only those psionic beings who know how to read the minds of their opponents and accurately judge their own situation will survive this test, and I am only fortunate to have received this gift. ”

At the same time that Kim Murray was so humble, the spiritual power of the Kyo mistress seemed to turn into substance, like the tip of a knife to her most outstanding son: "But you have obtained the privilege of superiority, and you have taken advantage of the rules set by your mother, and the family that has broken away from it, and mixed it with that lewd, cunning, mercenary and psychological bald head Jalaso!"

The mental pain caused a burning nerve tremble, and Jin Murui snorted and half-knelt on the ground.

And the spiritual attack of the Kayo Mother spread to the dark enchantment without any scruples.

With the screams, the contestants fell from the dark barrier, and the excited barking of the kobold slaves who were about to eat became a trilling sound that echoed through the deep valley.

Soundtracked to the lamentation of the end of the lives of the young drows, Kim Murray continued to speak in his cold and stone-like voice: "I have brought confidential information on the Fourth Ruling Family, the Ferntraba family. All this time, the Feenbatra family, who are trying to replace the Obroza family as rulers, have been engaged in a major conspiracy, and no one in Mosobrai City knows the truth except me!"

Because of the excessive pain, Kim Murray's last words finally took on an unnatural high note.

Seeing her best and most rebellious son finally exposed his weakness hidden under a cold and hard shell under his own torment, the Kyo mistress happily held up Kim Murray's upright face. The brain-stained fingers caressed Kim Murray's face with pity, as if the mother was soothing the wanderer who had returned home after a long absence: "My son, tell me about it, if there is still a conspiracy in Mosoblay that I don't know!"