Just as Carl finally removed the fortress that was blocking his return journey and continued to march forward, a carnival was taking place in the underground city of Storm Bay.

In the dim room, countless men and women were entangled with each other.

A camera used for filming was running on its own, and the photographer and lighting staff who were supposed to operate it now joined the men and women.

The room was filled with an indescribable smell, and the scene was like a team building for a cult.

In the corridor about five or six meters away from this room, a figure in a hooded robe walked out from the corner.

Judging from her outline, she should be a woman.

The skin under the hood was a faint purple, and white hair was faintly visible.

As she walked, her smooth, slender thighs would show through her robe.

The robe looked loose, but it highlighted the figure in some important places.

Strolling to the door of the room where the impart was being opened, she held out her hand, a hint of psychic energy lighting up her fingers.

“Crack~”

The door unlocked and the drow slipped in.

"Huh~, so what kind of dull life have we led in the past? I never thought that improving psychic power would become so easy and comfortable one day."

Looking at the situation in the room, the drow lifted his hood and then gently pulled his robe.

The robe actually slipped off, and inside the robe was a body that was already impatient.

With a smile, the drow lifted up her long hair and joined the group of immigrants who vaguely looked like children of nobility.

…

Six hours later, in the underground city.

Outside the room, Mitris had a wooden face, listening to the rookies who were recently recruited as local sheriffs chattering about the case.

"Tsk, what sin have I committed! I have to come here to help investigate such a thing! You haven't even paid me a salary!"

Looking at the men and women who were almost turned into mummies, Mitris clicked her lips and complained inwardly with some dissatisfaction.

Because of the auditions for the fantasy drama, the Dragon Mark Family deployed most of its personnel to the surface.

But considering that the victims this time were all nobles, they could not completely ignore them, so they found the bastion.

Therefore, as the person with the highest perception, Mitris became the acting chief of the local Sheriff's Bureau and is currently handling the first major case since she took office.

Exhaling irritably, Mitris kicked a sheriff's butt and asked in a nasty tone: "Are they all dead?"

The sheriff, who was only a combat apprentice, didn't dare to resist, and quickly reported with a smile: "Not dead, not dead! The neighbors reported it in a timely manner. These people just had their life force consumed too much. They can be stabilized by drinking some healing potions, but their lifespan..."

"They are lucky to be alive! And still alive? If they are alive, take them to the police station for questioning! Don't destroy the situation here, maybe they can come back to look for clues later. Send two people to guard them, and the others can take these idiots and follow me back!"

After giving the order in a somewhat irritable voice, Mitris immediately walked out of the room.

Outside the house, a group of adventurers were pointing and talking at the people who were in mummified state.

It is the nature of intelligent life to watch the fun, and adventurers especially love this.

"Look! Another bunch of rookies trying to defeat the drow in this area. I'm so strong, but I was almost sucked away by those guys. Their small bodies...tsk tsk tsk!"

"It's good to be back, it's good to be back! I always feel that ordinary ones don't have that kind of ecstasy, I want to be outstanding!"

Amid the noise, some discussion about the drow caught Mitris's attention.

"Hey! You guys over there! Do you know a lot about the drow?"

Without ignoring the adventurers' idle chatter, Midris immediately stretched out her hand and pointed at the adventurers who had just been chatting.

Those adventurers were not weak either. They were mid-level adventurers who had already broken through the level 4 threshold and were working towards level 8.

Seeing that Mitris was looking over, the others answered very firmly, "Yes! That's right! We are too familiar with the drow! Before the transformation of Storm Bay, we wanted to be with them every day! Commander, what do you want to know? We will cooperate with you!"

Just then, several adventurers who were familiar with them laughed and tried to sabotage them.

"Come on, you guys are just a bunch of idiots. It takes you half a month to find a drow to hang out with, and you want to hang out with him every day. With the little money you have in your pockets, it's hard for female orcs to be willing to receive you!"

"Hey! You are..."

Seeing that the two sides were about to start quarreling, several sheriffs quickly pulled them apart.

It is still difficult to be the sheriff of Storm Bay. In most cases, they can't beat anyone.

After thinking about the help this group of people could provide to the investigation of the case, Mitris decisively decided not to take them back to find out the situation, but left directly.

After leaving the residential building, Mickey Mouse brought the sheriff and the "mummies" back to the police station on a police construct magic motorcycle.

Those magic motorcycles were naturally Carl's work. To put it bluntly, they were actually magic motorcycles with a dump truck on each side.

The vehicle is equipped with certain weapons, and its main function is to hunt down the enemy.

These handsome looking magic motorcycles are at least half responsible for the fact that these young sheriffs are willing to come and take up the post.

When they arrived at the place, Mitris very rudely ordered the mummies to be detained in different detention rooms according to gender.

Then she said to the sheriffs:

"You guys! Come with me to watch the evidence on the videotape!"

As the tape was placed into the portable illusion device, images began to emerge.

"Woo~, if I had known earlier I should have used the crossbow myself to kill these guys. They've already gotten so low that they have to film a third-level fantasy drama, and they're still causing trouble for me. Damn it!"

Sighing like this, Midris slapped the desk.

The tape recorded the entire filming process of that group of aristocratic children.

It only took them half an hour of mental struggle to go from being resistant at first to enjoying it later.

The criminals who forced them just threatened them with electric saws, and they obeyed obediently.

What made Mitris' eyes irritated was that the group of coercers were not picky about food, but the nobles were even more extravagant! In the end, she could hardly tell whether the nobles were playing with the photographers or the photographers were playing with them.

Just as she was about to turn around and say something, Mitris keenly noticed that the sheriffs who were watching the video had red faces and blurry eyes, not at all the shy expressions she expected.

Some of them even seemed to have fallen into some kind of hallucination, with their hands seeming to be holding something and their bodies trembling.

(End of this chapter)