Li Lin and others are about to take action.
After all, anyone who wants to be taken away for no apparent reason will want to resist, especially if they possess extremely strong force.
But Roland stretched out his hand and stopped them.
He calmly asked two people who clearly looked like law enforcers: "I'm a little curious as to why they took us away."
"Regulations." The elf law enforcer said with a cold face: "Any outsider who lives here must be registered at the City Lord's Mansion."
Oh, I see.
It is similar to refugee records, which means it is easy to manage.
In this case, it doesn't hurt to register.
They are just here to complete their mission, and there is no need to fight with the violent organizations here. If they cause hostility among the forces, their chances of completing their mission will be greatly reduced. One more thing is worse than one less thing.
With this thought in mind, Roland and the other five followed the two elves to the City Lord's Mansion.
Along the way, Roland found that the people here were quite haggard and not looking very good.
Firstly, the underworld is too dead and not suitable for living things to survive. Secondly, it is too barren and difficult to grow food.
But fortunately, some elves have also settled here, and there are even a few druids.
These plant experts have cultivated a crop that can grow in the underworld. The yield per mu is only about 150 kilograms. It only matures in March, and there is no spring, summer, autumn and winter in the underworld, so the plants can grow continuously. Farming the land has fed a lot of people.
But even so, there are not many places where such crops can be sown, so life in the underworld is still troubled by food problems.
The city lord's mansion is not big, just a small stone building covering an area of more than 200 square meters.
All the buildings in this city are very short, with the highest being no more than three stories.
After entering the city lord's mansion, the orc soldiers stopped at the door, and the elves took the five people inside.
Since the City Lord's Mansion was not big, Roland saw the other party directly after going up to the second floor.
Another elf in old robes.
The robe was made of twine and was very rough.
At this time, Roland finally understood why others could tell at a glance that they were from the outside world.
Clothes... The clothes they wear seem too new and beautiful compared to the people here.
"Please sit down." The male elf in front of him is also blond and blue-eyed. He is as handsome as the other elves in the forest. However, his complexion is obviously not as good as the elves in the main plane. He even looks a little gloomy: "It is really rare to have five friends at one time. .”
The level of the male elf in front of me is Lv13, which is quite high.
And on the way here, Roland also discovered that the people in the underworld are generally of a higher level, and the proportion of professionals is also very high, estimated to be one tenth.
But it's normal to think about it. The environment here is harsh. If you want to survive, you must have enough strength.
In this small group, Shuke is usually responsible for diplomacy. After all, high charm is most suitable in this kind of place.
"Your Excellency, are there very few people living in this place?" Shuke asked.
"It's quite a few, but the time is uncertain. Sometimes it's one every few years, sometimes it's one every few days. It's hard to say." The male elf glanced at Shuke, and then his eyes fell on Roland: "You have the characteristics of our elves. Bloodline... We are all relatives, brother, can you tell me if my mother is okay?"
Shuke shrugged and stood up.
Roland really didn't expect that the elven bloodline he chose to transfer to elemental lord would actually work again.
He nodded: "Very good, everything is fine with the elves, but in comparison, I feel more like a human."
The elf opposite showed a tangled look, and finally sighed: "It seems that you grew up in the human world, and I don't blame you for thinking so. Now I want to ask, what are your plans next?"
"I don't have any plans at the moment. Let's take it step by step." Roland replied.
"You don't seem to be surprised or uncomfortable about being exiled to the underworld?"
The elf looked at the five people with a strange expression.
Their expressions were too calm.
This elf is the local city lord and a native of the underworld. But as an elf, even in the underworld, he admires the World Tree like his ancestors did. Due to the long life and powerful abilities of the elves, their inheritance cannot be cut off even in the underworld.
Of course, this is related to the fact that it is difficult for Hades to deal with them.
Otherwise, it would not be difficult for the gods to transform them into creatures like drow.
The spirit has been alive for nearly two hundred years and has registered many world-breaking wanderers. Whenever they find out that they have arrived in the underworld, they all feel as sad as if their parents had died.
This was the first time he had seen someone so calm.
"Are you going to cry?" Roland shrugged indifferently: "And we will find a way to go back."
Roland didn't want to reveal that he could teleport back to the main plane.
I am afraid that something unexpected will happen and affect my mission.
And these people have lived here for so long, and there is no need to change their way of living.
"Then register." The city lord looked at Roland, started a lie detector test on himself, boiled a quill with some black juice, and placed it on the parchment: "Tell me your identity, occupation, and race. "
"Roland, a magician, is the son of gold."
Hearing this, the city lord was obviously stunned: "Son of Gold? What kind of race is this? None of the bards who came down three years ago said that there is such a race."
"I've never heard of it being a small race in a remote corner of the world." Roland shrugged.
At this time, there was a happy atmosphere in the live broadcast room.
'Damn this small race in a remote world, Roland is too self-effacing. '
'Magicians are liars. '
'It's not a lie, the Hollevin we are in is indeed a remote world, and the number of half a million people is not a small race. '
'No way, people with high intelligence always like to hide a little bit when they talk. '
'I think he simply doesn't want to explain it to others, lest they ask questions here and there. '
'It's possible! People with high IQs generally don't want to chat with people with low IQs, because they find it troublesome to always have to explain, and then you say they don't have emotional intelligence... Yes, they are the nerds you call them. '
In fact, some netizens were right. Roland was too lazy to explain so much. If it weren't for the lie detector, he wouldn't even say the words 'Golden Son', and he would just be a human being.
The Elf City Lord sighed: "Magician... I thought you were a warlock. In the underworld, magicians have a very bad life."
"Will he be hung on the wall of the unbelievers by Hades?"
The Elf City Lord smiled and said: "Indeed, so you'd better trust whoever you want. Pluto is pretty good. Not only is he beautiful, but he also has a good personality."
"Hang a person's soul on the wall of the unbelieving, is this called a good character?" Roland was stunned for a moment: "Wait, the God of Hades is a woman? But I read the book, it doesn't mean that its gender is unknown, it is just a black mist ?"
"How is it possible! Even the evil god has a body, how could the god of Hades be a mist." The Elf City Lord smiled: "She was just afraid that her divine body would be insane if someone looked directly at it, so she turned into a mist. .”
Roland asked: "So, City Lord, you haven't seen Hades either?"
Perhaps because he recognized Roland's elven blood, the city lord seemed to be particularly patient with Roland: "I've never seen him before. I'm weak and I dare not look directly at the gods."
"It seems that Hades will appear often?"
"That's for sure." The Elf City Lord smiled happily: "This is the underworld, her home. How can it be possible if it doesn't appear often? It's just that she doesn't pay much attention to us. Okay, others should report their identities and occupations. .”
The other four people reported some of their own information.
After recording it, the Elf City Lord looked at Shuke: "You are a paladin. Remember not to use light magic here randomly. Many people will be uncomfortable."
"Why?"
"Many residents who are not professionals have adapted to survive over time. In order to survive here, their bodies are more or less mixed with dark elements. If you cast light magic, even if you are seen from a distance, Ordinary people may not be able to bear the divine light, and may even go blind."
Shuke nodded: "I understand, I will restrain myself."
"As expected of a paladin who is famous for his kindness." The Elf City Lord nodded with satisfaction: "Also, you are new here and have no place to stay. Why don't you buy a few houses in this city to live in."
"Isn't the house expensive?" Roland asked. On the way to the City Lord's Mansion, he discovered that there were not many houses in this city, but there were not many people.
"It's very expensive for the aborigines here, but it's not expensive for those of you who have just arrived in the underworld." The Elf City Lord pointed to the clothes they were wearing that were of good quality: "Just these fresh clothes you are wearing, It’s worth a modestly priced house.”
Roland once again saw the clothes on the Elf City Lord, a linen robe.
It turns out it's not that the other party is frugal, but that he really doesn't have any good clothes to wear.
He neatly took out several sets of spare clothes from his space backpack and put them on the table: "Then please City Lord, please help us choose five good houses."
Looking at the new clothes on the table, the Elf City Lord was quite happy: "Okay, you are very good. An Luoer, come here, take these five friends to the northern suburbs, and let each of them be one house away."
The elf guards who had brought Roland and the five people over appeared again.
He bent slightly and made a gesture of invitation.
Roland and others followed them and left the City Lord's Mansion.
The city lord watched from the window as several people left. Then he closed the window, picked up some clothes and went into the inner room to try them on.
Roland and others followed the elf. After walking for a while, Roland asked: "Your Excellency Anluoer, can I ask a question."
"Go ahead." He seemed to sense the Elf blood in Roland.
"Are there any vampires in this underworld?"
"Why do you ask this question?" An Luoer turned back and looked at Roland curiously.
"Because of this friend, he is a paladin and has extreme hatred for the vampires."
Shuke helplessly made an angry expression.
"Yes, there are, but you'd better not mess with them." An Luoer continued to walk forward and said at the same time: "The vampires are now protected by their true ancestors. No one except the God of Hades dares to be hostile to them."