Herman Feiglein was a gray elf. To be precise, he was a male gray elf. This was a very important piece of information.
After all, in the matriarchal gray elves, males were generally of low status. Professionals could obtain a certain social status, but ordinary male gray elves could only be treated as slaves.
Originally, Herman Feiglein had a lot of names in between, but because he was a male, his name was reduced to two, representing his lowly status.
"You can do it … You can definitely do it, Herman Feiglein!" Herman took a deep breath and encouraged himself. After all, what he was about to do next was related to his safety.
Herman looked around vigilantly, then quickly ran towards the majestic city in front of him. He wanted to run in and obtain freedom and dignity.
For this, he did not hesitate to give all the money he had saved for 30 years to the smugglers and let them bring him out of the main city of the gray elves.
However, these guys were only responsible for bringing him out. After bringing him out of the main city, he had to walk on his own. But he was willing to do it.
After walking for two weeks and eating a lot of grass, he finally saw the city in front of him. It was called the City of Hope by many intelligent creatures.
"Brother, are you going to that city as well?" Suddenly, an unfamiliar voice came from behind him. Herman was so shocked that he subconsciously picked up the dagger in his hand and looked back vigilantly at the guy behind him.
It was a gnoll, a strong gnoll.
"Don't be nervous. If I wanted to kill you, you would already be dead." The gnoll smiled and waved his empty hand, indicating that he did not mean any harm.
"I'm going to that city. Why are you following me?" Herman did not let down his guard. This gnoll could easily tear his body apart.
"I'm going to that city as well. I was reduced to a slave in a tribal battle. I heard that only the City of Hope can accept all intelligent creatures and will not treat you as a slave." The gnoll licked his lips and exposed his chest. There was a slave mark on it.
"Phew, then I think we have the same goal. By the way, what's your name?" Seeing the slave mark, Herman's mood relaxed a lot, but he still held the dagger.
"My name is Hogg, Gnoll Hogg." Hogg grinned, revealing his fangs.
Herman smiled. Having a powerful companion along the way was not a bad choice.
"Herman, it's strange that there aren't any slave merchants lying in ambush near this city." Herman soon regretted it. This Gnoll was simply a chatterbox, and he had a lot to say. He could change the topic continuously for a minute.
"Herman, why are you so quiet? Mo Fei, did those grey women cut off your tongue? "Hogg was still blabbering on.
"I just don't like to talk. I feel like my … that evil woman is following behind me." Herman turned around to take a look. There was no one behind him, but he felt that the owner of the Stealth profession was behind him, laughing at him.
Then, when he was about to walk hopefully into the new city, he would slit his throat from behind.
"No, I swear to the God of Orcs that I didn't smell anything else." Hogg waved his hand nonchalantly.
The facts seemed to prove Hogg's words. Until Herman and the others walked into the city, there was no existence chasing after them.
"Newcomers? Come, register your name, and then report your profession. "A Balor stood at the door. It was strange. Such existences were obviously strong.
Herman couldn't figure it out, but he still walked over and picked up a pen. He hesitated for a while and looked a little embarrassed.
"What's wrong? You can't write? "The Balor saw Herman's embarrassment.
"Well … I'm sorry …" Herman lowered his head in shame.
"It's okay. Just tell me your name and profession." The Balor picked up the pen and looked like he was going to help him write.
"Herman Feiglein, profession … slave …" Herman lowered his head in shame. He was too embarrassed to say his profession.
"Gnoll Hogg, profession slave." Hogg followed behind him and reported a name. He was very straightforward without any hesitation.
"Robben, take the two of them to the Demon Moon Mansion, then arrange work and explain the rules of Hope City." The Balor waved his hand, and then an imp came over.
"Hey, buddy, follow me." The imp brought Herman and the others in. Along the way, there were some intelligent creatures full of vitality.
"For people like you who can't read, you need to rest in the mansion, which is the collective dormitory, for a while, and then you can go to work." The imp explained in detail. It seemed that it was not the first time he explained.
"Brother, what is the job?" Hogg asked curiously.
"Don't worry. It's just farming, then taking care of the livestock, and building a house. Looking at your physique, you should be building a house." The imp glanced at Hogg and then looked at Herman.
"As for you, you should be taking care of the livestock. The working hours are from 9: 30 in the morning to 4: 00 in the afternoon, and then you have to go to school for two hours." The imp's words were simple, but Herman felt that he didn't understand.
Work was easy to understand, but what was the school for? And how to solve the problem of food?
But Herman didn't dare to ask. He was afraid that he would anger the imp.
"What about food? I don't have any money. "Hogg touched the belt on his stomach. There was no money in it.
"Don't worry. Today's work is free. You will start work tomorrow. The amount of work will be exchanged for the amount of food. It will definitely be sufficient." The imp explained.
"Also, there are no slaves in the city, but you can't be lazy. You will get the same amount of pay as you work. You can't work overtime. Your mansion is here." The imp stopped. In front of them was a big three-story house. There was a flower sign hanging on the door. It was the Demon Moon Flower.
Then, the imp gave a key to Herman and Hogg and left.
Hogg didn't care and opened the door with the key. He saw a few taurens and a few gray elf males.
"Go away! Today, I must kill these taurens. I'm a pure warrior! "A gray elf waved the sword in his hand violently.
There were a few goat-headed demons on the side. They were sitting on the bed and playing cards.
"Three with one. Do you want it?"
"I saw you cheating."
Herman blinked. Why did he feel that something was wrong …
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