"Hmm~"

After about ten seconds, he slowly nodded, agreeing to Iris.

“It might be a bit troublesome to directly preach the Way of Light. Why don’t you spread a more specialized faith first?

For example, a fictional former companion was created for Rose, but they later broke up because of different ideas.

Now you are trying to lead ordinary drow out of the Underdark and onto the surface? As for the name, you can just use your own name and slightly modify it, then give it a respectful title, and call it..."

After looking Iris up and down again, Carl frowned slightly and began to think about a suitable title for her.

"How about calling her Mother of Darkness? It's very inclusive!"

Finally, Karl's gaze lingered somewhat rudely on Iris's slightly exaggerated chest under her linen robe.

After blinking, Iris suddenly clasped her hands together and made a prayer gesture.

Psychic energy surged around her, her body and face were faintly squirming in the psychic energy, and eventually some changes occurred.

When all this stopped, her face, which had originally been more maternal, became even more delicate.

Although her figure is still outstanding, her bust size has obviously become smaller.

However, at this moment, they lifted up their linen robes in an exaggerated manner, showing a texture that was far more upright than that of ordinary people.

"Let's call her the Dark Girl. It sounds more lively."

When she spoke again, even Elise's voice became more energetic.

Carl didn't dwell on it, he just nodded, indicating his approval of the other party's proposal.

Pushing the silver-white hair hanging on her forehead behind her ears, Iris smiled apologetically at Hope and Ying who were looking at her warily, then closed her eyes and went to practice her psychic powers.

…

Meanwhile, in Storm Bay.

After a severe crackdown on pornography, more than 60% of the pubs in Storm Bay suffered devastating damage.

A number of taverns have been confirmed to have connections with the corrupted drow, and some have reported that they force female adventurers to provide services.

Joanna and her friends decisively sentenced these taverns to death, but wisely left some of them behind.

But dissatisfaction with them is quietly accumulating and connecting with each other in some hidden corners.

In the tavern that was once a place for underground organizations and intelligence exchanges, some seemingly frustrated adventurers drank cheap beer and cursed from time to time.

Carl's plan for Storm Bay bypassed this tavern, which was also located underground, for most of the conveniences.

If he hadn't left in such a hurry, the Afterlife Bar might have been open by now.

But in fact, the venue of the bar has been completed, and all that is left is decoration and hiring of staff.

"Bang!"

Near the bar, a drunk adventurer threw his beer glass heavily onto the table, cursing muffledly.

"Damn it, the owner of the tavern should come out and say something! Where is the confidence that made him reject that artificer so decisively? He must be in a dilemma now! Intelligence work has come to a halt, customer flow has dropped sharply, and all the new adventurers think this place is backward and don't want to come. They don't even dare to fart!"

At the other end of the bar, a man wearing a cowboy hat, a leather jacket and overalls put down his cigar and snorted.

"Humph! You think highly of him. Do you really think the owner of this tavern is some big shot? He was just a rat wandering between the major forces before, living on the food scraps left by others.

Now someone has renovated the house and remodeled the originally dirty and messy room, so his rat hole is of course doomed!"

"Then why are you still here?"

The drunk man shifted his gaze to the other person, and his voice suddenly became louder.

The man in the cowboy hat sighed helplessly and took out a stack of metal cards from his waist bag.

"The crackdown on pornography is too strict. There is nowhere to go."

Looking at the thick stack of metal cards, the few remaining patrons in the tavern sighed together.

Because there were too many taverns involved with the Fallen Drow, most of the people involved were taken away for questioning.

The call girls who were angry about the decadent drow stealing their business were naturally willing to reveal the relevant circumstances, but the store owners under investigation could not immediately clear themselves of suspicion.

So many pubs have temporarily closed.

“I heard that the mechanic was planning to open a bar called Next Life across from the Public Security Bureau. The construction of the venue has been completed, but Miss Joanna has not approved the decoration and hiring of staff, so it has not yet opened.

By the time the Next Life Bar opens, I guess no one will come here anymore."

Not sure whether he was gloating or fanning the flames of the "tavern" owner, a guest shook his head and told the inside information he had learned.

A brief burst of laughter broke out in the tavern, as if mocking the boss behind the scenes who was about to lose all business.

Just then, a somewhat shrill voice came from the corner.

"So will the Bar in the Next Life really allow us to be as comfortable as before?"

The sound was not loud, but everyone present stopped laughing.

Joanna's policies are actually very good.

But there is a problem, that is, she treats the "weak ones" too well.

This makes those who think they are strong feel that their interests have been harmed.

Although Joanna believed that her policies were relatively moderate, the senior adventurers who truly felt the blunt force cutting their flesh became more concerned about the future.

Picking up the glass again, the man in the cowboy hat drank the beer in one gulp, then slammed it heavily on the bar.

With a long sigh, he stood up and walked outside.

"I can endure this kind of life for another month. If it's still like this after a month, I'd rather go back to Sarn. At least there, money makes the world king!"

After saying that, he shook off his leather jacket and left along the aisle of the pub.

Seeing the other party leave, one person said in a muffled voice: "We have to teach that young lady a lesson! Let her know that we are not easy to mess with. She is cracking down on prostitution today and banning gambling tomorrow. She is a bit too nosy!"

In an era when entertainment activities were relatively scarce, restrictions on pornography and gambling almost eliminated more than 80% of the fun for these adventurers.

Fortunately, Joanna did not ban alcohol, otherwise Storm Bay would probably have been in chaos.

Prostitution and gambling are recognized as high-profit black industries.

Touching someone's money is like killing their parents.

After a brief silence, people in the tavern began to talk about some plans.

On the surface, above the tavern.

The man in the cowboy hat who had just left was standing on the clean and tidy street, looking at the sports fields or underground passage signs that served as landmark buildings, and for a moment he felt quite emotional.

"A bunch of idiots, actually thinking of using tough tactics to confront them head-on! Don't they know that the other party is backed by the Dragon Mark Family? But Miss Joanna is indeed a bit too much. It would be fine if she did a crackdown before the auditions, but after she did this, all the call girls went to the auditions to try their luck."

After standing in silence on the street for a moment, the cowboy finally whispered, "We have to give her some trouble!"

After saying that, the man walked quickly to a nearby underground passage and took the elevator to the underground.

At the same time, in the adventure area near Storm Bay, several drow wearing somewhat revealing clothes gathered near a cave.

"Humph! It seems that the recent crackdown has been quite effective. There are twelve of us in total, and nine of us have gathered here. Were the remaining three arrested?"

As she said this, her eyes turned to a drow who was walking towards them.

If there was a sheriff from the Public Security Bureau here, he would definitely be able to recognize that the other person was the Zhuo Er who almost sucked the group of noble children and the person who took the photo into mummies.

"Alas, who could have expected these humans to make such a fuss? It's rare that Lady Rose has given us an oracle, hoping that we can use those special recording devices to spread the influence of the drow. I am doing this to please Lady Rose!"

Playing with his hair with a look of grievance, Zhuo Er, who initiated the anti-pornography campaign, tried to shirk his responsibility.

"Hey~, it seems that the life force you absorbed was not converted into your spiritual energy? If you are greedy, just say so. Don't shirk responsibility here. Let me tell you! Your mistake has made at least 60% of the previous work in vain!"

With a sarcastic tone, a drow rolled her eyes and criticized in a very seductive way.

The rest of the drow followed suit, talking so hard about the drow who had made the mistake that his chest heaved up and down.

"Alright! Now that things have come to this, there is no point in saying anything more. Let's first try to intercept the adventurers in the wilderness like we did before and see if we can make them surrender!

The biggest impact of this incident is that all humans and orcs know that they may be sucked dry by the drow. Next, we must pay attention to focusing on the other party's experience to help them alleviate their fear of this incident!

If anyone can't control themselves again, they should find a way to escape from those people!"

At this moment, a drow whose whole body was covered with psychic energy suddenly teleported out from the void.

She was holding a drow in one hand, her face looking rather grim.

Seeing the other party appear, the other drow who had been arguing before all shut up obediently.

The one in front of them was different from them, a "genius" who had also acquired the profession of psychic.

And they can only use their weak psychic talents to work as soul blades or psychic warriors.

With a little fear, all the drow knelt on the ground obediently and answered in unison: "We will follow your orders."

…

In the Underdark, among the army of constructs.

Nearing lunch time, Elise suddenly woke up from meditation.

Her psychic powers had just brought her some revelations.

This made her come straight out of her dream.

She raised her head and looked around, her gaze stopped on Carl who had also entered a dream.

"Is this the self-dream world?"

She murmured softly with some doubt, her tone carrying a hint of disbelief and a tremor of excitement.

(End of this chapter)