Li Lin and the others were about to make a move.
After all, anyone who was inexplicably taken away would want to resist, especially if they were extremely strong themselves.
But Roland reached out and stopped them.
He calmly asked the two men who clearly looked like law enforcers, "I'm a little curious, why are you taking us away?"
"Rules." The elven law enforcer said coldly, "Any outsider who ends up here has to register at the mayor's residence."
Oh, got it.
It was similar to a refugee record, which made it easier to manage.
In that case, it wouldn't hurt to register.
They were only here to complete a quest, and there was no need to fight the violent authorities here. If they caused hostility, it would greatly reduce their chances of completing the quest, so it was better to avoid trouble.
With this in mind, Roland's group of five followed the two elves to the mayor's residence.
Along the way, Roland found that the people here were quite haggard and didn't look very good.
For one thing, the Netherworld was too heavy with death, not very suitable for living creatures to survive, and for another, it was too barren, not very good for growing food.
But fortunately, some elves had also ended up here, and there were even a few Druids.
These plant experts had cultivated a crop that could grow in the Netherworld, which yielded about 150 kilograms per mu, but it ripened in March, and there was no spring, summer, autumn, or winter in the Netherworld, so the plants could be farmed continuously, which fed a lot of people.
But even so, there weren't many places where this crop could be sown, so life in the Netherworld was still troubled by the problem of food.
The mayor's residence wasn't large, just a small stone building that covered an area of more than two hundred square meters.
All the buildings in this city were very short, with the tallest being no more than three stories.
After entering the mayor's residence, the orc soldiers stopped at the door, and the five were led inside by an elf.
Because the mayor's residence wasn't large, Roland saw him right after going straight up to the second floor.
Another elf in an old robe.
The robe was made of linen and was very rough.
At this point, Roland finally knew why others could tell at a glance that they were from the outside world.
Clothes … The clothes they wore were too new and too beautiful for the people here.
"Please sit down." The male elf in front of her also had blond hair and blue eyes. He was as handsome as the other elves in the forest, but his complexion was obviously not as good as the elves in the mortal plane. He even seemed a little gloomy. "It's rare to see five friends come down at once."
The male elf in front of him was level 13, which was quite high.
On his way here, Roland also discovered that the people of the Netherworld were generally of a high level and had a high proportion of professionals, probably one-tenth of them.
However, thinking about it, it was normal. The environment here was harsh. If one wanted to survive, they would have to be strong enough.
In this small group, it was usually Schuck who was in charge of diplomacy. After all, high Charisma was most suitable in such places.
"Sir, do few people wander to this place?" asked Schuck.
"Quite a few, but the time is not fixed. Sometimes it's a few years, sometimes it's a few days. It's hard to say." The male elf looked at Schuck, then his eyes fell on Roland. "You have the blood of elves in you … We are family, brother. Can you tell me if my mother is well?"
Schuck shrugged and stood in front of a pair of pants.
Roland really didn't expect that the elven bloodline he chose in order to become an Elemental Lord would work again.
He nodded. "Very good. Everything is well with the elves, but in comparison, I feel more like a human."
The elf on the other side looked conflicted and finally sighed. "It seems that you grew up in the human world. It's not your fault that you think that. Now I'd like to ask, what are your plans next? "
"Nothing for the time being, just take it one step at a time," replied Roland.
"You don't seem to be surprised or upset that you've wandered to the Netherworld?"
The elf sized up the five of them with a strange expression.
Their expressions were too calm.
This elf was the local mayor. He was a native of the Netherworld, but as an elf, even in the Netherworld, he worshipped the World Tree like his ancestors. Because of the elves' long lives and powerful abilities, their heritage could not be broken even in the Netherworld.
Of course, this had something to do with the Nether God's reluctance to pay attention to them.
Otherwise, it wouldn't be difficult for the gods to transform them into creatures like the drows.
The elf had lived for nearly two hundred years and had registered many realm-breaking wanderers. But when they learned that they had come to the Netherworld, they were all as sad as if their parents had died.
It was the first time he had seen such a calm scene.
"Are we going to cry?" Roland shrugged indifferently. "And we'll find a way back."
Roland didn't want to reveal that he could teleport back to the main plane.
He was afraid that something would happen and affect his quest.
And these people had lived here for so long, there was no need for him to change their way of life.
"Then let's register." The mayor looked at Roland and cast a lie detector on himself. He boiled a quill with some black ink and put it on the parchment. "Tell me your identity, profession, and race."
"Roland, Mage, race of Golden Sons."
Hearing this, the mayor was obviously stunned. "Golden Sons? What race is that? None of the bards who came down three years ago said there was such a race. "
"A small race in a remote corner of the world, it's normal that you haven't heard of it." Roland shrugged.
At this time, there was a cheerful atmosphere in the livestream.
"What a f * cking small race from a remote world, Roland is too humble."
"Mages are all liars."
"It's not a lie, the Hollevin we are in is indeed a remote world, and with a population of five hundred thousand, what is it if not a small race?"
"Can't help it, intelligent people always like to hide a little bit of what they say."
"I think he just doesn't want to explain to people, lest they ask questions."
"That's possible! People with high IQs generally don't want to talk to people with low IQs, because they find it troublesome to always explain, and then you say they have no EQ … Yes, those nerds you speak of. "
In fact, some netizens were right, Roland was too lazy to explain so much. If it weren't for the lie detector, he wouldn't even want to say the words "Golden Sons," and just call himself human.
The elven mayor sighed. "A Mage … I thought you were a Warlock. In the Netherworld, Mages have a rather bad time. "
"Will be hung on the Wall of the Faithless by the Nether God?"
The elven mayor laughed and said, "Indeed, so you'd better trust anyone. The Nether God is not bad, not only is she beautiful, she has a good personality."
"Hanging a person's soul on the Wall of the Faithless, that's called having a good personality?" Roland froze. "Wait, the Nether God is a woman? But I read books, didn't they say that her gender was unknown, that she was just a mass of black mist? "
"How is that possible! Even evil gods have bodies, how can the Nether God be a mass of mist? " The elven mayor smiled. "She's just afraid that her divine body will be deranged if it is looked at directly, so she turns into mist."
Roland asked, "So, mayor, you haven't seen the Nether God either?"
Perhaps because he recognized the elven bloodline in Roland, the mayor seemed to be particularly patient with Roland. "I haven't seen her, I'm weak and dare not look directly at the gods."
"It seems that the Nether God appears often?"
"That's for sure." The elven mayor laughed happily. "This is the Netherworld, her home, how could it be that she doesn't appear often? It's just that she doesn't pay much attention to us. Okay, everyone else, report your identity and profession. "
The other four reported some of their information.
After recording it, the elven mayor looked at Schuck. "You're a Saint Samurai, remember not to cast light divine spells here, many people will be uncomfortable."
"Why?"
"Many of the residents who are not professionals, because they have adapted to survive here from generation to generation, their bodies have more or less mixed with the dark elements in order to survive here. If you cast Light Divine Arts, even if they see your divine light from afar, ordinary people may not be able to bear it, and may even go blind."
Schuck nodded. "I understand, I'll restrain myself."
"As expected of a Saint Samurai known for his kindness." The elven mayor nodded in satisfaction. "Also, you're new here and don't have a place to stay, would you like to buy a few houses in this city?"
"Houses are expensive, right?" Roland asked. On the way to the mayor's residence, he found that there weren't many houses in this city, but there were quite a few people.
"It's expensive for the natives here, but not for you people who have just arrived in the Netherworld." The elven mayor pointed to the fairly good quality clothes they were wearing. "These fresh clothes you're wearing are worth a medium-sized house."
Once again, Roland saw the clothes on the elven mayor, a linen robe.
It turned out that it wasn't that the other party was thrifty, but that they really didn't have good clothes to wear.
He nimbly took out several spare sets of clothes from his Backpack and placed them on the table. "Then I'll have to trouble you to help us choose five good houses, mayor."
Looking at the new clothes on the table, the elven mayor was quite happy. "Good, you're all very good. Anlor, come here, take these five friends to the northern suburbs, and let them each have a house. "
The elven guard who had brought Roland's group of five appeared again.
He bowed slightly and made a gesture of invitation.
Roland and the others followed them and left the mayor's residence.
The mayor watched them leave from the window, then closed the window, picked up a few clothes, and went into the inner room to try them on.
Roland and the others followed behind this elf, and after walking for a while, Roland asked, "Mr. Anlor, can I ask a question?"
"Go ahead." He also seemed to sense the elven blood in Roland.
"Are there vampires in this Netherworld?"
"Why do you ask this question?" Anlor looked back at Roland curiously.
"Because this friend, he's a Saint Samurai and has an extreme hatred for the vampires."
Schuck helplessly made an angry expression.
"There are, but you'd better not mess with them." Anlor continued to walk forward while saying, "The vampires are now protected by their True Ancestor, and no one dares to go against them except the Nether God."
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