Chapter 20

Miel walked forward in the direction of the cart and took 20 Alchemical Fires from the cart before leaving.

There are definitely not 3,000 Alchemical Fires in the cart, but 20 Alchemical Fires is still only a small part of it.

There was no way. The space in his ring was limited, and most of it was used to store gold coins, so he could only take in a moderate amount.

Stealing is shameful, but it is a common consensus among the people of Liye to take away the opponent's belongings as trophies after defeating the opponent. Many people of Liye even have the habit of touching corpses, but Mier has a mild obsession with mysophobia, so he would not do it unless it is absolutely necessary.

Anyway, no matter how you look at it, these two people are just doing work at the bottom and they don’t have any important information.

Even if there was, it was not something he needed to consider, and even Father Tyndall could not help.

——Moon City is in the Underdark, that area that is swallowed by darkness all year round. It is located in the southwest of the Hilna Forest, and is far away from Snow City at the northernmost end of the Hilna Forest. This distance is so great that even if you open 18 portals, you can't reach it.

After walking a distance, Miel's pointed ears moved.

He heard noises. The clamor of many people.

Following the sound, I saw a simple wooden door.

Miel came to the door in a mysterious step and put his slender ear close to the wooden door to listen.

The noise inside was too loud, with all kinds of languages ​​being spoken, and it was difficult to hear what was being said.

In addition to Common and Elvish, Miel also identified at least three languages ​​- Dwarven, Gnome, and Orcish.

"It's really eye-opening. I thought there were only humans in Snow City besides elves." Miyer couldn't help but sigh.

As a nobleman, he spent a lot of time studying history, geography and languages. Although he could not understand every language, he was very clear about the characteristics of different languages ​​and had no difficulty in distinguishing them.

I thought that I would only be able to see Homo sapiens species other than elves and humans in books in my life.

"There are a lot of people inside, at least 30." Csulola came to Miel and reminded him, "If you want to continue to force your way in, you need to make some preparations."

Miel said "hmm" and summoned 10 more Touch of the Abyss.

These tentacles do not exist independently. They can merge into thicker tentacles or split into smaller tentacles.

It can change its shape at will like a liquid, or tear its target apart like hard metal.

They are not part of the great Cthulhu's body, nor are they his followers, but more like some kind of derivative of him.

Warm light shone from under the wooden door, and there should be a spacious and bright space inside.

Miel decided to try to get in disguised as a customer.

After making sure that the wooden door could not be opened directly, he raised his hand and knocked.

"Do, do, do."

"Secret code." A rough voice, more like an orc than an elf or a human, sounded from inside, speaking the common language.

A code... there's nothing I can do about it.

Miel knocked on the wooden door again, and at the same time, chanted the spell: "Knocking!"

With a sound like shattering glass, the wooden door opened inward, allowing the light inside to escape.

"Touch of the Abyss!"

The black tentacles merged into a huge one, squeezed in through the crack in the door, then split and bloomed, blocking the wooden door to prevent the people inside from closing it again.

The movement at the door immediately attracted everyone's attention. A cry of surprise was heard in the room, followed by deathly silence.

Miel walked in and looked around.

This is obviously a stronghold of the Zhentarim. Various goods can be seen piled together, including those dangerous alchemical fires.

Hmm...it's rare that everyone is looking at him, just like an actor on stage. Wouldn't it be nice if he said something cool?

for example--

"Three seconds. I give you three seconds to say your last words."

Miel said this expressionlessly, his tone calm and indifferent.

Black tentacles bloomed behind him like flowers, but each petal wriggled as if with life, giving people no sense of beauty at all, only indescribable horror.

No one knows how this thing will attack. Will it capture and devour people like a carnivorous plant, or dissolve people like strong acid?

But with so many people in the room, there was bound to be someone who would be angered by Miel's words and want to take the initiative.

A human holding two scimitars attacked Miel before he could even say the first number!

He rushed towards Miyer at lightning speed, jumped high, and slashed with his knife!

He was so fast that Miel didn't even have time to look at him, let alone move.

However, before his attack reached Miel's outermost shield, a black tentacle appeared in his sight.

The blade and the tentacle collided with a loud "bang!", as if they were cutting into some hard metal.

The man had no chance to regret, because as soon as he showed an "oh no" expression, his chest was pierced neatly by another tentacle, and bright red blood spilled all over the ground.

Cthulola appeared from behind Miel, raised his hand and made a "get out" gesture, and the tentacles immediately threw the corpse to the other side of the room in disgust, causing him to hit the wall and then fall to the ground weakly.

Another person who wanted to attack Miel stopped in his tracks, but it was too late.

Miel raised his hand towards him, and the black tentacles took the initiative to attack. In the process of rushing towards him, they split into several parts, piercing through his brain, throat and heart respectively, ensuring that he would die instantly.

The room was completely silent.

After Miel had the tentacles toss the body aside, he calmly called out the first number in the oppressive silence: "Three."

"Stop! Calm down!"

Suddenly, a male drow dressed in luxurious clothes and looking very prestigious raised his hands in a gesture of surrender. He had raven-blue skin and long gray hair.

As he surrendered, he approached Miel cautiously: "Silver hair and blue eyes, if I'm not mistaken, you are the heir to the Lord of Snow City, Master Miel Akunila? Are you here for your father's matter? There must be some misunderstanding. Do you mind sitting down with me and talking calmly?"

Miel looked at him: "Are you Beren?"

The beginning of the parchment reads "Dear Mr. Beren". The person named "Beren" should be the person in charge of the Zhentarim in Snow City. Could he be the male drow who is speaking?

"Yes, you have heard of me from your father?" The male drow smiled friendly.

Drow, also known as dark elves, are an evil race that inhabits the Underdark.

Unlike the dark high elves like Father Dindel, this group has dark skin and is regarded as an alien race by the elves. They are protected by Rose, the Mother of Greed, the Weaver of Chaos, and the Spider Goddess.

It is worth mentioning that women are superior to men in Rose society. This male drow could only be enslaved in his native society, but he started engaging in the slave trade in Snow City.

Miel looked at him coldly: "Give me a reason not to use 'Talk with the Dead' on you."

The implication is - you'd better provide me with some information that I can't ask after you die.

"Of course, of course, honorable Master Miel, I swear on my life that the information I can provide you is huge and complex." The male drow named Beren nodded in assurance.

"Then kill them," Miel ordered him.

The "they" he mentioned obviously referred to everyone in the room except Beren.

"This..." The smile on Beren's face froze.

Don’t want to do it? Or do you want to do it but your ability doesn’t allow it?

It doesn't matter.

Miel turned his gaze away from his face and turned to the crowd: "What can you offer me?"

Someone knelt down and begged for mercy: "As long as you let me live, I'm willing to offer anything!"

Someone threatened harshly, "So what if I'm the heir to the Snow City Lord? Do you know who I am? If I die, my family will never let me go!"

Someone tried to escape through a door on the other side of the room.

"It seems there are no more last words." Miel said calmly, controlling the Touch of the Abyss to attack everyone except Beren!

The black, viscous, unknown liquid split into hundreds of streams, raining down on everyone. They ignored shields, penetrated armor, and unstoppably harvested the lives of the people in the room.

There must be a reason why Cthulola only taught him this one offensive magic.

The reason is——this one magic is enough.

They are both magic and sharp blades, which can be used for pursuit and defense.

They blocked all magical and physical attacks for Miel, and then killed all targets that Miel targeted.

Beren watched this hellish scene with his own eyes, and perhaps he foresaw his own fate, his legs went weak and he knelt on the ground.

Blood spread to his feet, staining his trouser legs red, and the whole room was filled with a strong smell of blood.

This was a one-sided massacre! No matter what profession or race, under this unnatural attack, they had no power to fight back!

After a while, all the sounds stopped.

There was no more sound of bodies being pierced, nor were there any more shrill screams.

Beren knelt on the ground, his eyes dull and his face no longer able to force a false smile.

Miel ignored him, but looked at Csulola beside him and asked this question: "Mr. Lola, are you satisfied with this picture?"

The dark-haired elf, who seemed to have merely been observing all this, responded calmly, "As I said, I have no motive to kill, but I am indeed satisfied with this, because—you finally know how to use this magic to protect yourself from any bullying. In this way, I have fulfilled the contract between you and me."

"Yes, thanks to Mr. Lola." Miel smiled gently.

The room was littered with corpses and blood, but the two men were clean, without a trace of blood on their bodies.

To be honest, Miel underestimated the power of the Touch of the Abyss. Now it seems that 16 tentacles are a bit too many, and 6 are enough to kill everyone here.

So the question is, where is the target he is looking for?

There was no humanoid cargo anywhere in the room, but it should be nearby.

Miel decided to ask Beren directly: "Aren't you a slave owner? Where are your goods?"

"In... next door..." Beren could barely make a sound.

"lead the way."

"……yes."

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