Pushing the door and walking into the Afterlife Bar, as soon as Udyr showed up, he was teased by his former card-playing friends and drinking adventurers.

"Hey! Isn't this Udyr? I haven't seen you for a few days. Why are you so tired? Who broke your arm? Do you need us to help you get revenge?"

Udyr responded mercilessly to these foul-mouthed guys.

"Fuck you! I was injured in a fierce battle with foreign spies. Just wait and see. I will go find the boss lady and buy a pair of super cool and awesome prosthetics for me. You idiots can just be envious!"

As he was talking, a card player came staggering over.

"Hey, look! This is the proof that I was promoted directly to the first group. Well, my cards aren't that strong, but I'm a smart guy!"

He showed off the certificate of promotion in front of Udyr, who was burping and looked like he really deserved a beating.

Indistinctly, this guy was still shaking the certificate, as if tempting Udyr to tear it up.

But he miscalculated slightly this time.

Before Udyr could make a move, a player from the second group snatched the certificate and tore it to pieces with his bare hands.

The player's companion was about to hold him back, but he saw the drunk player taking out a stack of certificates from his arms.

Everyone: ...

"Hey! Hey! I knew you guys were jealous of me, so I made a bunch of copies! In fact, it doesn't matter even if you tear them all up, the official competition has my identity registered! As long as it's not...

Ouch! Someone hit me! "

Before the asking guy could finish his words, the surrounding card players and adventurers swarmed over, surrounded him and gave him a good beating.

Udyr looked at this group of unreliable guys and felt that they finally "got the point".

He quickly found the proprietress on the second floor, passing through the crowd.

Unlike in the past, Mitris, who had a half-elf appearance, did not wear her usual evening gown tonight. Instead, she changed into a set of canvas trousers and a white shirt similar to an explorer's suit.

She wore a short black vest over the white shirt. The tightly buttoned vest supported her outstanding figure and made it look even more curvaceous.

However, Udyr's hunter instinct sounded an alarm at this moment.

Some intuition made him realize that the half-elf in front of him was quite dangerous.

Out of caution, he did not go up directly, but ran to the bar and ordered a drink.

"Hey! Why is your boss lady in a bad mood today?"

After giving the other party a silver coin tip, Udyr asked in a low voice.

The bartender quickly collected the silver coins and then whispered:

"Boss, she didn't qualify for direct promotion in the first group and was eliminated to the resurrection group."

Upon hearing the news, Udyr looked somewhat distressed.

Although he is not an expert in the field of women, he has done some research on female psychology.

The other party is obviously angry. If I go over to him now, I'm afraid he won't be greeted with a good face.

Just as she was about to turn around and go home, a waitress suddenly ran up from the first floor and whispered something in Mitris's ear.

Immediately afterwards, Mitris and the waitress looked over here together.

Udyr was stunned by this sudden change, and immediately planned to go back to the hotel to rest and wait until the proprietress calmed down.

But before he could leave, he saw Mitris waving at him.

Udyr hesitantly extended the index finger of his only remaining arm and pointed at himself, trying to confirm whether he had misunderstood.

Then, the proprietress in the distance nodded.

He walked over with courage, and before Udyr could say anything, Midris had already taken out a prosthetic arm from her dimensional bag.

The prosthesis was completely black, with faint traces of gold mixed in.

"Arenaline mixed with ferrite? There seems to be some other materials as well? Sure enough, that mechanic is as rich as the rumors say!"

"For me?"

While confirming it with his mouth, Udyr had already quickly taken the prosthesis and placed it on the wound of his broken arm.

An inexplicable connection arose between the two as one of their synchronization quotas was taken.

The originally black prosthesis quickly changed color, and a soft flesh-colored substance emerged on it, quickly assimilated with Udyr's own skin.

Its size and length also changed rapidly during this process, and soon it was adapted to Udyr's skeleton.

Udyr clenched his fist in disbelief. Now he could not only feel the touch of the prosthesis, but also feel the exaggerated strength of this arm.

Just as he was about to express his gratitude, Mitris spoke first, "If you don't want one of your synchronization quotas to be taken up, you can go to the official prosthetics store and ask the prosthetics doctor to transplant this thing. It has two modes."

After saying that, without giving Udyr a chance to speak, Midris pointed in the direction Udyr was coming from in a very arrogant manner, indicating that he could leave.

Nodding his head in agreement, Udyr left with a feeling of unreality.

After just one night, news of Udyr's death quickly spread throughout Stormheim.

Many adventurers are eager to catch the Fallen Drow and the Ruiyi Drow.

There's no way, Carl gave too much.

Unfortunately, if the Spirit King Competition was not still being held, a large number of adventurers might have once again ventured into the wilderness.

However, given the size of Xen'drik, they might not gain much for a while.

…

At noon the next day, Carl finished today's psychic training and took Iris and Ashe to the prison to visit Lauren.

Hope and the others followed Lisanna to watch the game.

It is euphemistically called: scouting the enemy situation.

Having the chance to be alone with Carl again, Mitris could no longer suppress her curiosity about Carl.

She suspected that Karl was creating a new sub-class for artificers that used psionics, but she had no proof yet.

“Squeak~”

After leaving the bastion, the three of them arrived at the Public Security Bureau not far away.

The drow who have completed the initial training are handling various affairs in an orderly manner.

"Which cell is prisoner Lauren in? Take me to see it."

After finding the drow sheriff in charge of guarding the cell, the three of them quickly arrived at the cell where Lauren was located under his leadership.

Storm Bay's current top criminal is being treated fairly well.

Lunch consisted of one meat dish and one vegetable dish, with a piece of pudding.

Of course, Carl didn't know whether someone had secretly added anything to this.

However, according to his previous impression, it was common practice for chefs to secretly spit into the prisoners' food.

"Did she say anything?"

Looking at Lauren through the iron gate, Carl asked the prison director.

The other party is also a drow, and a level 6 cluster shepherd.

She operated those firefly-like gadgets to monitor the prisoners' movements and make sure they didn't do anything tricky.

(End of this chapter)