Broad World

After the clean-up operation was over, Akanis immediately took the people away, and never asked who killed Batti. Because he already had the answer in his heart, the dangerous aura that Henry exuded just now was equivalent to telling everyone clearly that he was the one who did it. If you don't want to die, you'd better keep your mouth shut.

No one wants to mess with a powerful legendary spellcaster, especially with a for-profit organization like the Shadow Thieves. Otherwise, they would be overwhelmed by just being idle and messing around, not to mention having such destructive powers as legendary magic.

Arcanis didn't want to be an enemy of such a person, so he wisely chose to leave immediately. After all, the two sides are still allies now, and there are still many things that need to be worked together in the future, so there is no need to make a fuss over such a trivial matter. As for those subordinates, they naturally know what to do, otherwise he doesn't mind letting those guys who can't control their mouths evaporate.

Seeing how knowledgeable the members of the Shadow Thieves Guild were, Henry had a satisfied smile on his face. He cast teleportation magic and went back to his room. He fell asleep on the bed without even eating. He was so tired, too many **top** points**novel things happened from last night to now, he didn't even have the time to blink, let alone rest.

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At the same time, poor Allen also began a miserable life in the dark elf city. Of course, this kind of misery is only compared to the comfortable life before, and it is still much better than those slaves who are really at the bottom. After all, Chasma's revenge plan needs a living bait, not a rotting corpse.

He held the rag carefully. Wipe the magic items piled up in the warehouse one by one. Don't dare to be lazy at all. If you can't get all the work done here before you eat it, it means going hungry. What's more, there is a quasimoth with a whip watching beside him, as long as he is a little slower, he will be hit immediately.

You must know that demons have never been kind people, even if there is nothing wrong, they will find something. By the time Little Allen finished wiping the last piece of collection, he already had five welt marks on his body. Although it was only a skin trauma, the appearance of his skin and flesh still looked quite terrifying. But he didn't cry. Instead, he gritted his teeth and stiffened.

After so many days of torment, he has fully understood that crying will not win people and pity, but will make those damn dark elves worse. As described in the book, this is an extremely evil race that bases its own happiness on the pain of others, and crying has no effect except to make them happier.

"Here! This is your meal! Lie down on the ground and eat slowly, hahahahahaha!" The quasimo directly put a bowl of cooked los beast (an animal that feeds on moss and fungi, which is located in the ground) It is equivalent to livestock such as cattle and sheep. It is the main source of meat and animal power) The meat pieces are poured on the ground.

It did this apparently at the behest of Chasma, in order to humiliate and torture the little boy in front of it as much as possible. Let it completely lose all self-esteem, and finally become the same as those blind-eyed slaves.

Allen suppressed his anger, squatted down and carefully picked up the piece of meat, blew the dust on it, and ate his stomach as quickly as possible. He understands that food is very precious here, and there are only two meals a day. If you don’t eat it, it means you will go hungry. If you are hungry, you will have no energy. If you don’t have energy, you can’t finish your work. This is simply an endless loop, and the end result is either dying of thirst or exhaustion.

As the saying goes, the environment is the best teacher. This little boy who was pampered since he was a child has learned to endure in a cruel environment, turning a blind eye to those insulting actions and words. For him, only by surviving can he be rescued and have a chance for revenge.

Seeing that the desired effect was not achieved, Quassymo immediately whipped his whip and shouted: "Slacker! Now that you have finished eating, go to work! Next, you have to go to the library to sort out the books in it. No one is allowed. any confusion."

"But...but I don't know the dark elf characters." Allen said in a low voice with his head bowed. He didn't dare to look up at all, because he was afraid that the other party would see the hatred in his eyes.

"You can learn it if you don't know it! This is not an excuse to be lazy! This is a comparison between the dark elves and the common language. You can look it up and organize it as you go. Of course, if you don't finish the work on time, then you won't have to eat the next meal." Said The quasimo dropped a thick book on the ground. From the malicious expression on its face, it can be seen that this matter is definitely deliberately making things difficult.

Allen didn't speak, picked up the book silently, took a deep breath, and then walked towards the library. He knew that continuing to talk nonsense was a waste of time, and the other party would never give him a chance to choose, so he might as well start working quickly.

The library in the mage tower is very large, with more than a dozen huge bookshelves containing tens of thousands of precious books. Some of these are part of the inherited elf civilization. Of course, the parts about the elves and gods have been completely erased. Some are records after arriving in the Underdark, including history, geography, biology, metal smelting, spells, etc., covering almost all aspects.

Many dark elves who were reading here suddenly noticed that there was a human child clumsily carrying a ladder up and down to sort out books, and at the same time holding a heavy dictionary in his hand, which he looked up from time to time.

One of the guys had a slightly upturned mouth and a vicious grin on his face. He chanted a spell in a low voice, and then fired a few magic missiles from his fingertips, instantly shattering the wooden ladder. Allen, who was working, was caught off guard and fell to the ground suddenly, hitting several bookshelves. A large number of books were scattered on the ground, and it looked like a mess.

"Hahahahaha! Did you see that? That's the garbage on the surface! You can't even do a little thing, and you are only worthy of being a slave." The dark elf who had just done it quietly laughed loudly.

His words quickly aroused the echoes of others, and all kinds of obscenities filled the entire library for a while, and some extremists even clamored to kill this inferior surface human.

Frightened by this scene, Allen curled up and hid under the bookshelf, tears rolling around his eyes. It was the first time he had seen this kind of scene, those ferocious faces were like demons crawling out of the abyss, talking about all kinds of cruel punishments without restraint, it sounded like chills.

You must know that in order to destroy the will of the enemy's son, Chasma permanently blessed a "language proficiency", so she can fully understand the dark elf language.

Just when the scene was about to get out of control, a tall soldier came out and glanced at his compatriots with a sneer and asked, "Oh? What you said is very lively, but why don't you do it?"

As soon as these words came out, everyone immediately fell silent. They are not fools, and they can clearly see the Kwasai following Alan. There is no doubt that only a certain master can drive a demon of this level. If he offends a big man, the consequences will be absolutely unimaginable.

Seeing that no one dared to answer, the soldier continued to mock with a disdainful expression on his face: "Haha! Why don't you talk anymore? What a bunch of cowards, not even a goblin."

"Solaufein! You'd better be careful when you speak! Don't think that we will be afraid if you mix with the eldest daughter of the first family." A guy who looked like a noble couldn't help it, and stood up and retorted . However, it could be seen from his flickering eyes that he was actually very afraid of the soldier in front of him.

The dark elf named Solaufein didn't speak, but strode over to pinch the opponent's neck, and picked him up directly. While admiring the painfully distorted face caused by suffocation, he said in an unhurried pace: "Remember, you'd better not intervene in the matter between me and Fei Li. If there is another time, My sword will break your neck in no time. Got it!"

"Ming...understood!" The poor fellow spat out the word with the last breath of air in his lungs. His consciousness was clearly blurred due to lack of oxygen, and he kept rolling his eyes.

"Very well, I believe you will keep this lesson in mind." Solaufein finally let go of his hands. He ignored the compatriots who were lying on the ground breathing heavily, and turned his attention to the human boy curled up under the bookshelf.

Allen also noticed that someone was watching him, and raised his head carefully to take a look. He found that there was no malice in the eyes of the dark elf in front of him, and there was even a trace of curiosity and pity.

The two of them stared at each other for a few seconds, then Solaufein turned and walked towards the door. When passing by the collapsed bookshelf, he quietly avoided everyone's eyes, quietly stuffed a note into a book, and then strode away from the Mage Tower.

"Idiot! Look at the disasters you have caused! Don't hurry up and work!" Quasaimo swung his whip again and lashed it hard.

"They're too heavy for me to lift." Allen said, glancing at the huge bookshelf. These metal bookshelves weigh at least several hundred kilograms each, which is far beyond the capabilities of a ten-year-old boy.

The quassai glared at him viciously, flapped its wings and flew towards the top floor. Obviously, it is looking for golems, and only these powerful puppets can support them.

Taking advantage of no one's attention, Alan quickly got the note left by Solaufein, and saw it said: "Four hours later, come to the storage room, I can give you some help."

After reading it, he put the note in his mouth, chewed it, and swallowed it, feeling very excited inside. This is the first time someone has expressed kindness after coming to this underground city, so I have to give it a try no matter what.

After four hours, it is equivalent to the night underground. The dark elves are used to sleeping at this time, and there is no problem in sneaking into the storage room. As long as you don't leave the mage tower, you will not be noticed by Chasma theoretically. But before that, I still have to find a way to avoid this damned Quasaimo. Thinking of this, Alan's eyes flashed a cold light... (To be continued...)