"How sweet it is! What kind of meat is it? Will you let me taste it, too?" The voices from behind

the three Vincent men became clearer and clearer. It was the voice of a girl, speaking in the

standard subterranean language, and the words were clear and very formal. At the end of the

sentence, however, Vincent recognized that the woman's voice had a slight rapping accent

of Dark Elvish.

Turning around suddenly, the three of them made defensive gestures, and a woman in a cloak

came out from behind the pillar. She had no ornament on her body, except that her little wrist

was exposed over her large sleeve, with a set of bracelets tied around it. She took off the

bonnet that covered her head, and her curly silver hair fell and bounced gently over her

shoulders. Vincent's first reaction was to see silver-haired human-like creatures underground.

Nine times out of ten they were evil dark elves. But when he looked at the girl in front of him,

he found her white skin. In order to confirm the identity of the other person, Vincent uses the

eyes of insight, and suddenly his entire eye socket is only left with deep darkness.

With the help of his supernatural vision, Vincent realizes that the girl's pale face is not the

result of magic, nor is there any camouflaged ointment. It should be said that her complexion,

like the rest of her skin, was definitely naturally white. The only difference was that, except for

the rest of her complexion, there was a faint blue tinge, rather than a paleness like hers.

The girl looked at the mage in front of her and noticed that he was looking her up and down.

She suddenly felt as though she had been completely seen through (and she was). She

pointed to the mage. "Ah! Why do you keep staring at me? I was just wondering if you could

buy me something to eat, I'm really hungry."

Looking at the girl with the frown on her face, the mage bowed aside and said, "Please enter

the table."

"All right! I haven't had anything to eat for days." The girl's expression suddenly brightened,

and she hurried past the mage, leaving a scent of spices on Vincent's side, and sat down on

the large stone Hardy had carried earlier, resting her cheeks on her hands, and looking eagerly

at the roast.

Mark glanced at Vincent. He was asking the mage whether this woman should be trusted or

not. Vincent frowned. He didn't think there were such careless adventurers in the

underground world. Isn't she afraid that we are some evil people? He just wanted to test

whether this girl would have any defensive actions after receiving an invitation and estimate

the strength of this girl. But it's the people who are totally out of the box, who are completely

their own way, who are the most difficult to figure out.

Vincent nodded to Mark, but his face was very serious and his brow was furrowed. This means:

Be careful, be observant.

Mark turns around, takes his knife and starts turning the roast. But the way he holds the

dagger now, it's no longer the way you would cook with two fingers; It was the same as it had

been in battle.

When Hardy first saw the girl, his mouth fell open. In the land where he lived, he had never

seen a girl born with silver hair, with white skin and scarlet lips; A small nose constantly sucking,

trying to smell the smell of roast meat in the air, the skin on the bridge of the nose with the

twitch of the nose produced a little fold; Her eyes narrowed, but Hardy could see their bluishpurple; Their long lashes quivered rapidly with their blinking eyelids.

As the girl sat down on the stone beside him, Hardy could not bear it, and half fell on his

knees before her. "Miss, your coming is the only light I have seen in this dark world; I have

climbed many mountains, and yet I have lamented that you are nature's most perfect creation;

I have swam countless rivers and lakes, but they were never as beautiful as the light brought

by a glance in your eyes; I have faced many obstacles, but I must say that entering your heart

is the challenge I have been looking forward to my whole life. If you want the ice moon grass

on the snow ridge, I will climb up and get it for you; If you want the pearl of the deep sea, I

will dive down and fetch it for you. If you want the dark underworld to see the light again, I

will dig through the layers of rock with these hands, and bring the outside sun here." Then

the soldier waited eagerly for the girl's answer.

"No, I am a dark elf. I faint when I see sunlight." The little girl said quietly.

Vincent opened his mouth wide. He couldn't believe what the girl was saying. Just her? Such

pale skin or a "dark" elf? Though in every other respect, hair, eyes, body, bone structure, they

were identical to the Drow. But the most obvious aspect, the skin, was completely different.

There are no dark elves with white skin!!

Mark was surprised, too. He had never met a Drow, but he had heard many of them by word

of mouth. It was a wonderful world, he thought, that there were still dark elves who were

white...

He just so a leng kung fu, than the hand of a piece of meat shake, from the table slipped

down. The fairy girl said "ah" and quickly reached out and fished the meat back. The hot piece

of meat burned her little hand. She threw the piece of meat back onto the SLATE, held her

wounded finger to her mouth, and breathed.

Hardy, who had no knowledge of Underdark at all, gave Vincent a thumbs-up, with a look

that said, "Master, you didn't lie to me. Pretty, pretty."

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"What's your name, little girl?" Vincent had never met many dark elves before and could not

judge the woman's age from her appearance. He had to call her a "little girl," based on what

he had just done.

"Ah, my name is Shelley Dora. But I'm not a little girl. I'm eighty years old."

Hardy's disappointment was written all over her face.

"So, Shelley, how did you get to the Underdark all by yourself?"

"I don't know. It seems I slept and suddenly came here. By the way, do you know the city of

Bribando? A city of grey dwarves?" 'the girl asked, leaning her head.

"Yes, we are going there." Hardy immediately picked up the slack.

The mage glared at Hardy, and the mouthy creature gave away some of his tracks. This is

very dangerous in the Underdark. Many bandits will lay an ambush where you may pass, and

careless adventurers often become fertilizer in this way in the underworld.

"Ah! I think the meat is ready to eat. ' Shelley took a dagger from her waist, held the largest

piece of meat in front of her, licked her lips, sliced it off, and shoved it eagerly into her little

mouth.

"HMMM... It's delicious. Hurry up and eat..." Shelley waved her hands for everyone to eat. She

moved as naturally as if she had cooked the food and Vincent were the guests.

Vincent and three others also sat down, the four people around a hot baked SLATE, in the

dark underground, slowly tasting the fragrant lizard meat. It would have been a good picnic

party, if only the deep growl from the distance had been removed.

That night, without a word, Shelley found the warmth closest to the fire, covered herself with

her cloak, rolled over and went to sleep.

Vincent looked at the girl, who had never even asked his three names, and marveled at her

luck. Judging from what she had just done, she was definitely a novice in adventure. To survive

the harsh conditions of the Underdark, she's either an illegitimate daughter of Lady Luck; Or

she had some extraordinary power, and it was all just a disguise.

Mark went to sleep. Gnomes always need a little more sleep. He couldn't stand the temptation

of sleep. Hardy prepared for his vigil. Darkness in the Underdark was by far the most

dangerous time of the day, and he was not taking any notice. But the heavy fighting of the

day was wearying him quickly. After a while, not even his amazing brute strength could stop

the heavy eyelids from sliding. Hardy, clutching a large rock, also fell asleep.

Of the four, Vincent was the only one who did not fall asleep. Although his eyes are closed,

Vincent's ability to see is not blocked by any non-magical object, and the mage's eyelids are

not magical objects. Vincent looked at the new girl, watching her every move -- the Mage

couldn't let go.

In the middle of the night, the girl's whole body began to convulse, and a violent tremor

shook off her cloak, revealing the dark elf Mithril chain mail she was wearing underneath. The

workmanship was fine, but in texture, the mimistry was nowhere near what Vincent had

collected in the past.

Shelley shook her head and sprang to her feet, pulling a thin sword from her waist. The blade

of the slender sword was entirely black and had been coated with a special paint to prevent

any reflection of the light. Shelley looked around at the motionless bodies of the other three

men, spotted the roast on the SLATE, and then examined her equipment. With her thin sword

in hand, she slowly walked up to the mage.

Vincent's right hand, hidden under his wide robe, was clutching an attack scroll.

Shelley stood about five meters in front of Vincent. She stopped and looked the mage up and

down. She was afraid to go any further, probably because of all the horrible depictions she

had received about him. Shelley had no idea that Vincent's magic scroll would be launched if

she took one more step.

"Oh, three men! "Shelley snorted softly out of her nostrils. "A fool who lives by muscle, a dwarf

who's only good for cooking, and a wizard... The mage of the surface." Shelley blinked her

eyes, pinned the sword back to her waist, and raised the corners of her mouth gently. "I'll see

how long you can live underground."

With these words, the girl's whole body suddenly shook and suddenly went limp to the

ground. Gradually issued a light snore. Shelley fell asleep.

The mage was not sure whether the genie had seen through his trick, but he did not hesitate.

To be sure, a few spells were now cast on this Drow elf, and even though they had strong

magical resistance, they could not avoid all magic. This was the end of the matter, and

Shelley's threat was no longer a concern. But Vincent would never do it.

He will not strike at someone who has not struck at himself or his friends.

So Vincent didn't sleep all night.

"Ah, ah, I woke up." Shelley rolled up from the floor and stretched. Since there were no cloaks,

and dark elf gear had always accentuated a woman's figure. Her slouching, like a devil's lure,

drew Hardy's eye directly out of bed.

"Ah, Miss Shelley, good morning. How did you sleep yesterday?" Hardy quickly wiped his

sleepy eyes with a large hand and made an energetic appearance, exuding energy.

"Yes! Sleep well. Huh? How did I sleep here? And my cloak?" Shelley found herself five meters

in front of the Master. Vincent frowned. "Does she not remember what she did last night, or

is it too well disguised?"

But no matter what Vincent thought, from now on, behind the line followed a female drow.

The fair-skinned "Drow"...