They were wearing unusually cool clothes, with large areas of skin exposed to the air, giving off a strange luster.

Not only that, when they walked, sat or lay down, their captivating charm made the hot-blooded male onlookers feel a warm current rushing from their lower abdomen to the top of their heads.

No wonder the female adventurer called the drow shameless. Their attire and posture were even more exaggerated than those of the prostitutes in the tavern.

"Hey! Brother, you too..."

Just as Carl was looking over there curiously, an adventurer with a full beard came over and smiled knowingly at each other.

Karl waved his hands repeatedly, but the other party seemed to understand something, nodded in realization, and said nothing more.

'No, you understand something!'

Watching the other party walking towards the drow elves' base, Carl wanted to explain, but he didn't know what to explain.

The people nearby were still discussing things about the drow elves, especially the purpose of their coming here.

Carl pricked up his ears and listened, and soon understood why these drow elves appeared here.

"It turns out that the King of Breland was behind this. He actually wanted to hire the drow to assassinate the members of the parliament. This guy's train of thought is similar to that of the Ming Dynasty Wala students. Unfortunately, his luck is not good."

Because of their past cooperation with the Emerald Claw, the Parliament "advised" their nominal king and once again deprived the king of the few remaining powers.

The furious King of Breland took advantage of the fact that the parliament was busy suppressing the criminals of the Black Abyss and had a lack of troops, and sent his confidants to collude with the drow tribe of Xen'drik in an attempt to launch a coup.

It turns out that although these drow elves are good at assassination, they know little about coups.

After killing several members of the parliament, they demanded money from the King of Breland. When the king had no money, they killed him, robbed his palace in Sharn, and fled.

Fortunately, they did not know necromancy, and the senator and the king were eventually resurrected by the priest.

Breland originally wanted to lead his army to Xen'drik to attack the drow, but the drow matriarch of this tribe was a person with deep thoughts.

She actually used the money she robbed from Sarn's Palace to smooth relations with various countries, saying that they were an envoy for the drow elves to establish diplomatic relations with the countries of Khorvaire.

The coup was shameful in itself, so Bruland didn't dare to make it public.

The drow elves roamed around the countries of Khorvaire in a high-profile manner, enjoying themselves at the same time.

The above information is now almost spreading throughout Khorvaire, thanks to the mouths of the prostitutes.

The major organizations and kingdoms were very interested in these natural assassins, so they turned a blind eye.

“The world is so big that there are so many wonders.”

With such emotion, Carl was about to return to the workshop, but coincidentally, the male adventurer who had bought a ring for his female companion in his shop not long ago sneaked into the crowd and headed towards the drow base.

As a result, not long after entering the city, he saw the female adventurer wearing a ring and flirting with a pretty boy, feeding each other dessert with their mouths.

"Who are these people?"

As a pure love warrior, Carl cursed under his breath and went straight back to the store.

The warrior still hadn't arrived. Carl sighed and put away his mantis blade prosthetic limb.

He was quite confident in the equipment he made, but unfortunately other people didn't cooperate.

After looking at the sky, Carl closed the shop and went back to the back room to sleep.

…

In the second half of the night, Zhuoer's base was still brightly lit.

Those male adventurers who came to see the world worked late into the night, as if they would not stop until they had handed over all their surplus food.

But not all drow elves were making peace with men. Some drow elves, wrapped in cloth, watched everything coldly, like ghosts wandering in the camp.

"Captain! The sect is expanding too fast. If it continues like this, we drow elves will..."

In a tent, a relatively young drow looked at his captain with shame and anger on his face.

The drow elves were originally assassins created by the Giant King using the shadows of elves. They were once famous for their ruthless and sophisticated assassination techniques.

But since some time ago, a sect has emerged among the drow elves that believes in an unknown god called "Spider Queen Rose".

This so-called god did not respond to any believers, but its indulgent teachings attracted many drow elves to join the cult.

Today, the reputation of the drow, originally a race of executioners, has actually changed.

Although this review is not very good.

The drow gathered in this tent are "conservatives" who still stick to their own bottom line. They have always wanted to change the self-degrading behavior of their fellow tribesmen.

Especially since they recently discovered that since coming to Khorvaire, their fellow tribesmen have become more and more unscrupulous.

"The team will be stationed here for a while. You will leave the team tomorrow and join the adventure group as an ordinary outsider adventurer."

After a long while, Zhuo Er, who was called the captain, said this.

Her tone was cold and hard, but also revealed a sense of helplessness.

The other drow wanted to say something, but the assassin captain continued, "We accepted the king's offer because we had nowhere else to turn in our hometown, thinking that we could make a name for ourselves on this continent with our own strength, but Khorvaire is not Xen'drik after all.

The mistress and I have discussed this. Next, our tribe must rely on the power of appearance to infiltrate Khorvaire and find one or more backers so that we can gain a foothold here.

Survival is the first priority.”

Having said that, the assassin captain stopped talking.

…

Early in the morning, Carl woke up from the dream world.

After a simple tidy up, he opened the shop and started doing business just like the previous two days.

Last night in the dream world, Carl suddenly remembered the bag of spare parts he brought with him when he returned to the academy.

Although the models were different, he felt that the parts were a bit too similar to the body structure of the war warrior a few days ago.

Relying on his memory, Carl restored the body of the war figurine in the dream world and redesigned it.

Unfortunately, there is no ready-made war figurine for him to practice on.

Four days had passed since he went to the Zhuoer base. In another day, he would be able to return to the academy.

Karl glanced aimlessly across his workshop and took out a book as usual, intending to study the knowledge in it while there were no customers.

But at this moment, hurried footsteps were heard outside.

"Manager? Is the manager here?"

The voice sounded vaguely familiar, so Carl stood up and looked outside.

A short man ran into the store. Carl looked closely and found that it was the halfling who sold him the jar of white liquid a few days ago.

"Hey? You caught one of my sheep and are trying to fleece them!"

Just as he was about to summon out the power armor to teach him a lesson, two other figures ran in.

It’s not quite accurate to say there were two people. It should be two women carrying a tin man.

The one in front is a wolf-shaped beastman, with a human-like appearance amidst the fur. He is the type that a severe frenzy addict would be ecstatic about.

The one behind was a drow, but she was wrapped tightly, unlike her fellow drow in the garrison outside.

As for the one on the stretcher...

"Huh?"

Carl was shocked to find that the tin man on the stretcher was actually the warrior who had agreed to help him experiment with the prosthetic body.

Carl could recognize the other man's arm that he had repaired.

At this time, the war figurine was already lifeless, its head was separated from its body, a large piece of its abdominal cavity was missing, and the alchemical solution had dried up on the metal parts. If compared to a human, it was equivalent to a corpse that had been beheaded, disemboweled, and dead for a long time.

"How did this happen?"

"We were chasing the fugitives, but we were ambushed. The third brother and I were trapped in the mountains. The second brother escaped and broke through to save us, but unfortunately he...

I sold that thing to you to raise enough money to hire this drow to retrieve my second brother's body."

As he spoke, the halfling actually started crying.

"So what are you doing?"

Looking at the corpses of the war forged with embarrassment, Carl was a little confused as to why these people came to find him.

The artificer doesn’t have resurrection magic!

"Manager, this is what's going on. My second brother can be resurrected, but his head needs to be reattached. Please see..."

Upon hearing this, Karl's eyes lit up.

Just when he wanted to study the war terracotta warriors, one of them was delivered to his door.

Before Carl nodded in agreement, the halfling had already taken out stacks of gold coins from his dimensional bag.

Looking at the packaging, isn't that the gold coins that Carl paid for? However, after the halfling took it out, he took back 700 gold coins, then looked at Carl and said embarrassedly:

"The priest wants 700 gold coins to revive me, that..."

The half-man handed the remaining money to Carl with an apologetic smile on his face.

The drow elf next to her seemed a little dissatisfied with the reward the halfling paid to Carl. This was inevitable, as the halfling only paid her 100 gold coins, but gave Carl 60.

But she risked her life to rescue the warforged, while Carl only needed to move his hands.

"Come with me."

After having the terracotta warriors carried into the house, Carl went straight to the lathe and started processing the parts.

After more than an hour of hammering and banging, the original terracotta warriors were gradually restored.

And Carl also had a clearer understanding of the structure of the war figurines.

"Alright, the important parts have been repaired, and the alchemical solution for the war terracotta warriors has been replenished. Let's take him to get treated!"

After receiving the gold coins, Carl wiped the sweat from his forehead and signaled that they could leave.

The halfling and shifter thanked him profusely and left the shop.

Looking at the drow standing in the store, Carl asked curiously, "Do you want to buy anything?"

(End of this chapter)