Many people thought that the Netherworld was entirely a place where the dead lived.
But this perception was actually only half right.
At first, there was no life in the Netherworld, but over the long years that followed, there would always be some creatures accidentally teleported here from various planes.
Although the Netherworld wasn't very suitable for life, things like life were very tenacious, and most of the time, they would struggle to survive.
In this way, over time, the Netherworld gradually had more life, and they gathered together, struggling to survive.
Over time, they took root and sprouted here, gradually forming cities and countries.
Sunred was the owner of the Cider Caravan, as well as the caravan's leader and protector.
As a level-11 Warrior, he had extremely strong combat power, as well as … a good IQ and EQ.
This was thanks to the good home education he had received since childhood, and he was literate.
Many people thought that it didn't matter if a Warrior was literate or not, but his father didn't think so, and while teaching him Warrior skills, he would also strictly demand that he learn to read and read more.
This kind of education worked, and although his early growth was slower than other Warriors of the same age, after the Elite level, his growth accelerated.
Sometimes just reading a book and having some understanding could make one's Warrior ability a little stronger.
That was why he was now able to become a Master Warrior at the age of just over thirty.
People who read a lot of books and travel all over the place would gain a lot of experience.
So when he saw five people blocking the way, and these five people all had a very unique temperament, his first reaction was not to resist, nor to run, but to raise his hands directly.
He had a strong feeling that he couldn't escape.
"Friends in front, please let us go." Sunred, with his hands raised, said with a melancholy tone, "You can take all the goods, but please don't hurt any of us."
The F6 members looked at each other. They just wanted to ask for information, there was no need to be so scared.
In the end, it was Schuck who stood up. His ridiculously high Charm was always successful when used in communication.
"We don't mean to hurt you." Schuck revealed a gentle smile. "We just want to ask you for some information."
Because all five of them had Roland's Unhindered Communication on them, there was no problem communicating with each other.
Schuck's smile was full of sunshine and a sense of justice, charming and infectious.
Looking at the Saint Samurai's smile, Sunred breathed a sigh of relief. He put down his hands and said, "Your Excellencies, please feel free to ask. As long as I know, I will tell you even if my wife has a few moles on her body."
"We may have a lot of questions to ask." Schuck pointed to the side. "So, can we talk in detail over there?"
"Sure, no problem." Sunred smiled.
As a matter of fact, time was money for the caravan.
Moreover, they were already very close to the city. As long as they sent the goods in, they would have a large income.
Staying in the wilderness would be much more dangerous. After all, there were many bandits and robbers in the wilderness.
However, the current situation was stronger than them. When talking to these five people, Sunred discovered that each of them was a Master.
And they had a very strange smell.
It was not his body odor, but his temperament and a feeling.
They didn't look like people from the Netherworld.
Could it be an expert that had just fallen from another plane?
Although it was the first time he had seen such a thing, he had heard a lot of it growing up. After all, all life in the Netherworld "drifted" over from other planes, including his own ancestors.
Sunred had the caravan behind him stay put, so the guards didn't move, and then he walked to the side and was about to wait for the five people to speak when he saw a man dressed as a Mage snap his fingers a few times.
A square-shaped rock building rose from the ground and soon became a small shelter.
His expression became strange, and after Roland and the others entered the small rock hut, he looked around the inside of the rock hut, even knocked on the walls, and finally couldn't help but ask, "Sir Mage, you shouldn't be a resident of our Netherworld, right? Has the spells of the main plane evolved to this point? Silent chanting, and there are additional spell slots for this kind of technology that has nothing to do with combat. "
A flame formed in the open space, emitting warmth. The temperature in the Netherworld was on the low side, only about five or six degrees, and there was a strange chill in the air. Even though Roland and the others were professionals, they felt uncomfortable staying in this place for a long time.
The warmth provided by such a magical flame made people feel much more comfortable.
Roland sat on the ground. The rock floor had just formed and was quite clean. He looked up and replied, "I don't need a spell slot, Stone to Mud isn't a very advanced spell. Could it be that the level of magic in the Netherworld isn't too high? "
"Without legacies, I heard that there are no pure Mages, only Warlocks and Priests." Sunred also sat down and said with a wry smile, "After all, the latter two don't need to be learned. They either rely on bloodline magic or divine gifts."
So that's how it is.
Roland's answer was somewhat surprising, but it was also reasonable.
In the first place, magic was something that required a group of people to work together to produce results, and there needed to be a record of continuity.
But in a place like the Netherworld … the people who came here were all drifters, and if they were powerful Mages, they could use Long-Distance Teleportation to return to the main plane on their own. The rest of the third-rate Mages didn't know spatial magic, and it would be good enough to survive in this world, let alone leave behind legacies.
These were what Roland and the others wanted to ask.
Survival techniques, customs, and so on in the Netherworld needed to be clear.
After all, this quest, at first glance, was not something that could be completed in a short time.
After asking for some information about the city ahead, the other party told him everything he knew.
After also asking for some local knowledge, Roland asked, "I wonder if Mr. Sunred has ever heard of a figure called the True Ancestor of the vampires?"
"No." After thinking for a moment, Sunred said, "I don't remember hearing this name."
"Then I'll have to trouble you." Knowing what he wanted to know, Roland took out a gold coin from his Backpack. "This is our apology for wasting your time."
"No, no, no, please don't do that."
Sunred waved his hand repeatedly. He didn't dare to take this gold coin. What if the other party suddenly changed his attitude after taking it?
Roland stuffed the gold coin into the other party's hand without further explanation, called out to them, and the five left.
Sunred watched the backs of Roland and the others disappear into the city of Portree up ahead before he breathed a sigh of relief.
The more he spent time with these five people, the more scared he felt.
Then he looked at the gold coin in his hand and was happy.
The Netherworld lacked gold, so the price of gold coins was actually quite high.
And the netizens who were watching the livestream were also impressed.
"More than ten thousand dollars just by asking a few questions. Why can't I encounter such a good benefit?"
"Bro, you didn't see how scared that Sunred was just now. It was as if the F6 guys were robbing and killing him. His life was probably shortened by a few years from being scared. I don't want to earn that kind of money. "
"I'm not afraid of a short life, but I'm afraid of not having money."
"No matter how much money you have, you can't buy your life."
"Without money, what's the use of living, starving every day?"
"What's all the noise about? Roland has entered Swana, can you just watch the show quietly?"
The barrage immediately thinned a lot.
Roland and the others entered the city in front of them, the city of Portree.
Just like what they had seen in the illusion, this city was a place where different races lived together. There were all kinds of races, and it was quite harmonious.
After Schuck came in, he leaned over to Roland and said, "Can you feel it? A lot of people are watching us in secret."
"That's normal. After all, we're outsiders, and our clothes, as well as our temperament, don't look like we're from here at first glance."
Roland's observation was quite nuanced and correct.
Since the five of them were dressed in the style of Hollevin, the people here, looking at their clothes, found them refreshing.
They couldn't help but take a few more glances.
Roland and the others found that all the layout of the city was the same as what they had seen in the illusion.
In the end, they even found the small hotel they had stayed in in the illusion.
After paying the room fee, the five gathered in Schuck's house.
"Are we still in the illusion or not?" Schuck felt a headache. "Why is the illusion of that Soulbringer exactly the same as what we're seeing now?"
Li Lin wanted to stab his hand again.
But at this moment Roland spoke. "It shouldn't be an illusion, because what I see with my primary vision now is the same as what the magic spider teleported."
"That's great." Schuck breathed a sigh of relief. "It seems that the black Soulbringer was really a big help. At least it helped us recognize the environment and landmarks here. "
"Next, let's go gather intelligence again." Roland smiled. "I hope we can find something useful this time."
The five of them dispersed and left the hotel.
Roland once again went to the tavern he had seen in the illusion and asked for intelligence.
This tavern really did exist, and even the owner was the same as last time.
Roland asked some rumors about the True Ancestor of the vampires or their gathering place, and as soon as someone confessed or discovered something, he would immediately rush over to investigate.
As a result, he didn't get any important clues or intelligence from the drinkers until the evening.
This was different from the time he had been under the illusion.
Returning to the hotel from the tavern, Roland found that his friends had already returned a step earlier.
In Schuck's room, the five of them showed off their harvest of the day.
The floor was littered with snacks.
Roland felt a bit of a headache. "I told you, intelligence is the main thing. Why did you buy so many miscellaneous things?"
Anything from the main plane was quite precious in the Netherworld.
And worth money.
Just as Schuck was about to answer the reason, there was a knock at their door.
Roland gestured for the four of them to be silent and then opened his mouth.
Outside the door stood two soldier-like men, one a green-skinned orc and the other an elf.
They stared at Roland. "May I ask if you wandered in from the outside world?"
"Sort of."
"Then please come with us."
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