Elven Survival Manual

As soon as they walked into the gate of the magic castle, the merchants all trembled, and a chill rushed from the soles of their feet to their hearts, and they felt bad all over.

If the "botanical garden" outside makes them feel relaxed and refreshed, in the magic castle, there is only solemnity and coldness left.

The fear of facing His Majesty the Demon King appeared again at this time, and it was even more serious.

(Because our Majesty completely restrained his dark aura in front of the elves, and he was in a good mood, these businessmen only felt something was wrong when they were first sized up.)

The heavily armed Tektero and his Cavaliers on both sides of the gate almost made the legs of several big businessmen who had seen many big scenes weak.

In the desert, almost no soldiers would dress like this, but the aura, that look, was really terrifying.

Of course they didn't know that this was the coercion released by the high-level monsters. As ordinary people, they didn't faint immediately because the knights restrained themselves.

And there are dark elements everywhere in the magic castle, and they are not accessible to ordinary people.

The more sensitive group of camels was also in chaos now. If the leader of the camels hadn't had their noses tied and could only obediently follow their masters, the other camels would have escaped long ago.

The elf walking in front noticed the commotion behind him, he looked back at the fidgeting caravan,

In order to prevent these people from fainting collectively before reaching their destination.The elf touched the demon king beside him with his elbow, signaling him to think of a way.

After all, they are some useful human beings, and at the request of the elves, the Demon King changed the distribution of dark elements around him to save face, and artificially created a forbidden magic field near the caravan.

All the merchants suddenly felt a lot lighter, and the camel herd became quiet again.

But the elf suddenly thought of a problem, that is, those Kunle people who were captured didn't seem to have this kind of adverse reaction before.

"Probably because of the mutation, their ability to accept dark elements is pretty good."

This is another reason why the monsters barely find the Kunle people pleasing to the eye, without hostility or showing malice. Otherwise, even with the protection of the elves, they would not be able to live comfortably like they are now.

The businessmen were relieved and naturally moved on.

They didn't go through the special passage with the teleportation array that they used to go, and even Rick Dimon didn't intend to let these people enter his seventh floor.

They are only allowed on the first floor.

The first floor is Tektero's territory. The terrifying knight leader and his subordinates are all undead. After other undead were asked not to be exposed, these undead escaped deep underground to sleep for a while. As a result, most of the places on the first floor were vacated.

Ansett Lodge is a man of action. As early as His Majesty the Demon King allowed this caravan to enter, he asked Gina to bring the maid servants over to rearrange the first floor.

The point is the resting place that belongs to Tektero.

Recdimon is not a demon king who treats his subordinates badly. He divided a large piece of land for his seven demon generals and allowed them to build their own residences according to their own preferences.

Or a palace is not an exaggeration.

All the monsters unanimously chose the same style as the appearance of the entire magic castle, and the inside is according to their own preferences.

Tektero's palace is a very cathedral-style palace.

Tektero was a Human Templar before he became a Dread Knight, so this building is completely modeled after the Human Temple in DW.

The entire palace is in a cross layout, with staggered vaults, huge and thick walls, and various carefully painted murals everywhere, and there is even a pipe organ that occupies the entire wall in the main hall.

This palace is full of sacred and solemn atmosphere, but if you look carefully, you will find that the gods painted in the murals are not the gods of the light camp in the legend in "DW", but the gods of the dark camp.

This is a church that belongs to darkness, although it does not actually fulfill its responsibilities.

Unlike the light camp, the monsters in the dark camp basically don't believe in their legendary creator, the God of Darkness.

They fear the Dark God, but they are unwilling to believe in him.

Just kidding, that is a horrible existence that even the demon world plans to destroy together. The monsters will not believe in this kind of destruction god unless they are crazy and stupid. Aren't they asking for trouble?

Therefore, it is no wonder that the elves saw that the gods in those murals looked familiar-they all looked very similar to Rekdimon.

The elves don't know what the original furnishings were like, but now, it is arranged very comfortably, with thick blankets on the floor, various exquisite furnishings spread all over the corners of the main hall, and there is a very A large sofa that conforms to the aesthetics of monsters, flowers and fruit plates are placed on the table in front, delicious black tea has been brewed in the exquisite tea set, and a bottle of wine is slanted in the ice bucket in the corner, and the red wine glass next to it is crystal clear Clear like a handicraft.

In addition, there is a plate of delicious cookies that look like they are for the elves.

The biscuit looked like it had just been baked, and the aroma wafted in the air, and the elves who smelled it felt a little hungry.

And apart from the only sofa, there are no other seats here.

Apparently no monster thought these merchants were qualified to sit down before their Majesty.

—Even the merchants themselves don't think so.

Ansett Lodge and Evestar, who turned into a human, had already been waiting at the gate of the main hall. Behind them, there was a group of little monsters headed by Gina who put away their wings and tails. The demon servants are respectfully welcoming their majesty.

Well, there is also Her Majesty the Empress.

With such a place and such a pomp, the businessmen became nervous again.

In particular, they noticed that all the people (monsters) here are fair-skinned and beautiful, both male and female, and have outstanding temperament. Even the servants who are obviously servants are more elegant than some nobles they have seen.

The background of the owner here is obviously bigger than they thought.

Lecdimon took the elf to his seat, and the fragrant cookies were pushed in front of him, followed by the black tea poured by His Majesty the Monster himself.

Once the biscuit arrived, Luvita couldn't think of anything else.

When the elf took off the hood on his head, and when his long golden hair was exposed, several big businessmen who were allowed to enter here gasped, for his beauty and for his hair.

It's really golden, it's still such a beautiful and pure golden color, they look straight and long, not curled at all, which is really rare on the Vive continent where most people have all kinds of natural curls, and then Coupled with those oasis-like eyes, this is definitely the most beautiful match that can make all women jealous and men crazy about it.

Because of the shock given by the elves, the demonic horns on the head of the demon king who had also taken off the hood did not cause much sensation.

The mutated people on the Vive Continent are too diverse. There are not a few people with horns on their heads. There are several in their caravan with horns on their heads, but they are not as big as this one. It's just so crooked.

Bloody eyes are rare, though.

Well, judging from the pointed ears of the man with the beautiful golden hair, this must be someone from a tribe with good hearing, right?

The merchants had all kinds of guesses in their hearts, but they didn't dare to show them. After glancing at the elves, they quickly lowered their heads.

Glancing at the elves and the Demon King who seemed to have no plans to say anything, Ansett Lodge stood up and took over the rest of the work.

"I heard that you are businessmen?"

Ansett Lodge spoke the complete Weav language. When the elves could only use translation skills, the blood chief who was good at learning had already learned their language from the Kunle people. Although it was not a standard Weav language, But his own elegant voice gave him the illusion that "he speaks the most orthodox Weaver language" when he spoke.

"Yes, yes, my lord."

The most eloquent businessmen in the past are now even stuttering.

"You can't call me that. In front of His Majesty, I'm just a little housekeeper." Ansett Lodge smiled and shook his fingers.

His Majesty?This title made Sam and others understand the identity of the owner here.

Is this a country?

But yes, that black-haired majesty with a scary temperament is enough to match the status of the lord of a country.

Moreover, only such an identity can possess such a beauty.

They are not blind, the Demon King himself did the intimacy of serving plates and pouring tea, and sitting on the same (strangely shaped) chair with two people, almost close to each other, anyone can see how their relationship is. up.

That might be their queen? (Blood: It's the future queen~)

Ansett Lodge didn't care how they interpreted his words, he just continued: "So, are you ready to present the gift to His Majesty? Let me state first, if it is not good enough, don't take it out, of course , if it’s something rather rare, we can take a look.”

"If His Majesty is satisfied, then the reward will not be less."

Syme and others thought at first that Ansett Lodge was threatening them to present the goods to his sovereign.

But the result of doing that is very likely that they will not get any reward at any time in the end. I was anxious, and before I could think about what to say, I heard him say that there would be a reward.

This time, everyone lifted their spirits and said that they would definitely give the best gift.

"Please allow us to go down and prepare." Before entering here, several big merchants did not bring anything.

The blood race looked back at the elf who was still eating biscuits, and the demon king beside him who was drinking iced wine and watching the elves eating biscuits, and knew that they probably didn't have time to care about these merchants and the things they brought for the time being.

"You have half an hour to prepare."