Li Lin and others are about to take action.

After all, anyone who wants to be taken away for no reason will think of resisting, especially when they are extremely powerful.

But Roland reached out and stopped them.

He calmly asked two people who were obviously law enforcement officers: "I'm a little curious, why should I take us away."

"Regulations." The elf law enforcement officer said with a cold face: "Any outsiders who have fallen here will be registered with the City Lord's Mansion."

Oh, I understand.

It means similar to the refugee record and convenient management.

In this case, it's okay to register.

They are just here to complete the task, and there is no need to fight against the violent organs here. If it causes hostility to the forces, the chances of their completion of the task will be greatly reduced. It is better to have less than more things.

With this idea, Roland and the other two elves came to the city lord's mansion.

Along the way, Roland found that the people here were quite haggard and not very good-looking.

First, the death energy in the underworld is too heavy and not suitable for living organisms to survive, and second, it is too barren and not easy to grow food.

Fortunately, some elves have also been wandering here, and there are even a few druids.

These plant experts have cultivated a crop that can grow in the underworld. The yield per mu is not counted, it is about 150 kilograms, but it ripens every March, and there is no saying in the underworld that spring, summer, autumn and winter, so plants can be cultivated continuously, which feeds many people.

But even so, there are not many places where such crops can be sown, so life in the underworld is still troubled by problems in food.

The city lord's mansion is not big, it is just a small stone building covering an area of ​​more than 200 square meters.

All the buildings in this city are very short, with the highest height of no more than three floors.

After entering the city lord's mansion, the beast soldiers stopped at the door and the elves brought the five people inside.

Since the city lord's mansion was not big, Roland saw the other party after going directly to the second floor.

Another elf wearing an old robe.

The robe is made of twine and is very rough.

At this time, Roland finally knew why others could tell at a glance that they were from the outside world.

Clothes...The clothes they wear look too new and beautiful compared to the people here.

"Please sit down." The male elf in front of him was also blonde and blue-eyed, as handsome as other elfs in the forest, but his complexion was obviously not as good as the elf in the main plane, and even looked a little gloomy: "It's rare to have five friends at a time."

The level of the male elf in front of me is LV13, which is quite high.

Moreover, on the way, Roland also discovered that the level of the people in the underworld is generally high, and the proportion of professionals is also very high, and it is estimated that there should be one tenth.

But it is normal to think about it. The environment here is harsh. If you want to survive, you must have enough strength.

In this small group, Shuke is usually responsible for diplomacy. After all, high charm is most suitable for this kind of place.

"Your Excellency, aren't there few people who are living here?" Shuke asked.

"It's not too much, but time is uncertain. Sometimes it's one for a few years, and sometimes it's hard to say." The male elf glanced at Shuke, and then his eyes fell on Roland: "You have the blood of our elves... Everyone is a relative, brother, can you tell me that my mother can be safe?"

Shuke shrugged and stood in his pants.

Roland really didn't expect that the elf bloodline he chose to change his job to the Elemental Lord actually played a role again.

He nodded: "Good, everything is fine in the Elf race, but in comparison, I feel more like a human."

The elves on the opposite side showed a tangled look and finally sighed: "It seems that you grew up in the human world, so it's not your fault for thinking so. Now I want to ask, do you have any plans next?"

"I don't have any plans for the time being, let's take one step at a time." Roland replied.

"You seem to be no surprise or discomfort at your own wandering into the underworld?"

The elf looked at the five people with a strange look.

Their expression was too calm.

This elves are the local city lord, and he is an aboriginal in the underworld. However, as an elves, even in the underworld, he advocates the world tree like his ancestors. Due to his long life and powerful abilities, their inheritance cannot be eliminated even in the underworld.

Of course, this has something to do with the rare reason for the God of the Underworld.

Otherwise, it would not be difficult for God to transform them into creatures like the Drow Elves.

The elves have been flexible for nearly two hundred years and have registered many wanderers who break the boundaries. Whenever they know that they have come to the underworld, they will be as sad as if their parents have died.

This is the first time he has seen such a peaceful person.

"Can't you cry?" Roland shrugged indifferently: "And we'll find a way to go back."

Roland didn't want to reveal what she could do to teleport back to the main plane.

I am afraid that something will happen and affect my tasks.

Moreover, these people have lived here for so long, and there is no need to change their way of survival.

"Then register." The city lord looked at Roland, activated a lie detector for himself, boiled some black juice with a quill, and placed it on the parchment: "Tell me about your identity, profession, and race."

"Roland, the magician, the race is the son of gold."

Hearing this, the city lord was obviously stunned: "Son of Gold? What kind of race is this? No minstrel who came down three years ago said that there was this race."

"It's normal that small races in the corner of the remote world have never heard of it." Roland shrugged.

At this time, there was a happy atmosphere in the live broadcast room.

‘Roland loves to be modest in the small race from the perspective of God’s remote world.’

‘Magics are all liars.’

‘It’s not a lie. The Holevin we are in is indeed a remote world, and then the number of 500,000 people is not a small race.’

‘There is no way, people with high intelligence always like to hide a little bit of their words.’

‘I think he just simply doesn’t want to explain it to others so that he won’t ask questions.’

‘It’s possible! People with high IQ generally don’t want to chat with people with low IQ because they think it’s troublesome to always explain. Then you say that they don’t have EQ… Yes, it’s the nerds you mentioned.”

In fact, some netizens are right. Roland is too lazy to explain so much. If it weren't for the lie detector, he wouldn't even want to say the word "Son of Gold", and it would be done directly by humans.

The Elf City Lord sighed: "Magic...I thought you were a warlock. In the underworld, the magician was doing quite badly."

"Will the God of the Underworld be hung on the wall of the unfaithful person?"

The Elf City Lord smiled and said, "Yes, so you'd better believe anyone, the God of the Underworld is good. If you don't say that you are beautiful, you have a good personality."

"Hanging the soul of a person on the wall of the untrustworthy person is also called a good personality?" Roland was stunned for a moment: "Wait, the God of the Underworld is a woman? But when I read books, isn't it said that its gender is unknown, it's just a black mist?"

"How is it possible! Even the evil god has a body, how can the God of Nether be a fog?" The Elf City Lord smiled: "She is just afraid that her divine body will be looked at directly, and the person who is watching will be mentally insane, so she turns into a fog state."

Roland asked, "So, lord, have you never seen the God of the Underworld?"

Perhaps because he agrees with the relationship between the elves and blood of Roland, the city lord seems to be particularly patient with Roland: "I have never seen it. I am weak and dare not look directly at the gods."

"It seems that the God of the Underworld will appear frequently?"

"That's sure." The Elf City Lord smiled happily: "This is the underworld, her home, how can it be possible if it doesn't appear often? It's just that she doesn't pay much attention to us. Well, others will also report their identities and professions."

The other four people reported some of their information.

After recording it, the Elf City Lord looked at Shuk: "You are a paladin, remember not to radiate the magic of light here, and many people will feel uncomfortable."

"Why?"

"Many residents who are not professionals are not professionals. In order to survive in the era, their bodies are more or less mixed with the dark elements in order to survive here. If you cast the divine magic of light, even if you see your divine light from afar, ordinary people may not be able to stand it, and may even be blind."

Shuke nodded: "I understand, I will restrain myself."

"It is worthy of being a paladin famous for his kindness." The Elf City Lord nodded with satisfaction: "Also, you are new to you and have no place to stay. Should you buy a few houses in this city to live in?"

"The house is very expensive," Roland asked. On the way to the city lord's mansion, he discovered that there were not many houses in the city, but there were not many people.

"It's very expensive for the indigenous people here, but not expensive for you who have just arrived in the underworld." The Elf City Lord pointed to their very good-quality clothes: "Just these fresh clothes on you are worth a medium-opening house."

Roland once again saw the clothes and linen robe on the Elf City Lord.

It turns out that it is not that the other party is frugal, but that there is really no good clothes to wear.

He took out several sets of spare clothes from his space backpack and put them on the table: "Then please help the city lord choose five good houses for us."

Looking at the new clothes on the table, the Elf City Lord was very happy: "Okay, you are very good. Anrowel, come here and take these five friends to the northern suburbs, and let each of them get a house away."

The elf guards who brought Roland and the other five people over appeared again.

He bent down slightly and made a gesture of inviting him.

Roland and others followed them and left the city lord's mansion.

The city lord watched the few people leave at the window, then closed the window, picked up a few pieces of clothes and went into the inner room to try on.

Roland and others followed the elf. After walking for a while, Roland asked, "Hisser Anroll, can I ask a question?"

"Tell me." He seemed to sense the elf bloodline on Roland.

"Is there a blood clan in this underworld?"

"Why ask this question?" Anrol turned around and looked at Roland curiously.

"Because of this friend, he is a paladin, and he has extreme hatred with the blood clan."

Shuke made an angry expression helplessly.
Chapter completed!