Still want to try?"

"As long as you're happy." Brian smiled at her.

"Very good, very good." Santila stared at Brian's relaxed smile. She was stunned for a moment, and then praised:

"Since you understand the drow language, you must know that the Underdark is ruled by the drow elves, so according to the rules we established and the guarantee given to me by Shireen. Now, I declare that your life belongs to me. It just so happens that I

Need a new slave."

Brian didn't bother to ask what Xi Lin promised her. He twisted his body, changed into a comfortable position and lay on the ground, and casually replied, "That is my honor, noble lady, how are you going to take me?"

Walk, carry it gracefully on your shoulders?"

"Well...it's really a bit difficult to handle."

Santila frowned as she looked at Brian who was entangled in spider silk.

"Let's do this, you can loosen the spider silk from my legs, and I'll just walk back with you."

Brian put forward his own suggestions to her, "What do you think? Or, in fact, you are worried that you can't defeat a wizard with his hands tied. If this is true, tsk tsk tsk... I have nothing to say.

You can tell."

"A good suggestion." Santila nodded slightly.

She played with a silver necklace hanging on her chest, deliberately making it shine with a faint magical luster, and then looked at him warily, feeling that she still felt uneasy, and said threateningly:

"You'd better not play any tricks, otherwise, I will show you my methods."

Brian looked at the magic jewelry that Santila deliberately showed him, feeling the dangerous magic energy, and his eyelids couldn't help but twitch.

"I want to live a little longer." He said with a cooperative look.

The drow nodded slightly, then leaned down, preparing to loosen the spider silk binding his legs.

Brian saw the other person's necklace hanging just above his head. His eyes flickered, and he immediately tensed up his muscles. He stood up suddenly, bumped his entire face into her chest, and took the opportunity to open his mouth and bite her necklace with his teeth.

.

Then, he curled up his legs, pulled hard, and then turned to the side.

Caught off guard, Santila screamed, her slender body suddenly lost balance and fell on him.

Brian twisted his body like a fish, pressed her under him, tilted his head back hard, and slammed his forehead against her just-raised forehead.

Under the violent impact, the back of Santila's head hit the hard ground again, causing a second additional injury. She let out a cry of pain, and Brian, the bookshelf and table in the stone room began to dance in her sight.

Brian also felt a sharp pain in his forehead. He forced himself to keep his head clear. With a thought, he used magic to control a sharp blade condensed in his hand, spinning rapidly to cut through the bundled spider silk.

The moment his body regained freedom, he immediately pulled back and distanced himself from him.

——"Lightning pull!"

Then with a quick whisper, a magic whip with jumping lightning swept over.

This magical rope flexibly entangled Santila, and the tiny crackling lightning made her groan in pain, and her body, which struggled to stand up, fell to the ground again.

"I'm so sorry that you were captured by a slave."

Brian rubbed his aching forehead and looked at the ferocious-looking drow, "If you ask for mercy, maybe you will feel better and I will let you go."

"Drow never ask for mercy."

Santila threw away the long hair that blocked her sight, gasping because of the pain. She raised her head arrogantly, looked at Brian, and said without any sign of weakness, "Not to mention bowing to a male."

"Maybe you can start this trend." Brian threatened.

"Don't you dare do anything to me."

After calming down, Santila suddenly showed a meaningful smile, "Otherwise, Aunt Jonara will never let you go. Don't forget your identity."

You're the one who won't let me go, Brian thought to himself.

Of course, it is absolutely impossible to say such words at this time.

Because this will affect my escape plan tomorrow.

At the same time, he began to feel a little anxious inside.

Worried about why Jonara hadn't shown up yet, he quickly took this troublesome rebellious drow away.

After all, he really didn't dare to offend the other party too severely.

Otherwise, it would be too late to cry when I meet you the next day and receive a dimensionality reduction blow.

This was the reason why he was least willing to associate with the drow.

If you remain too tough, you will leave a bad impression, even generate hatred, and your name will be recorded on a small blacklist.

If there is too much goodwill, this group of drow elves who are good at conspiracy will become suspicious.

Therefore, this troublesome ‘degree’ must be kept in moderation.

"Indeed, your statement sounds more convincing." Brian said pretending to be submissive.

Santila, who was ready to counterattack, heard the words and looked at the dejected Brian in surprise.

She felt that this half-elf from the surface was more intelligent than she expected, and it almost felt a bit shameful for her to enslave such a creature.

Her eyes flickered a few times and she said cautiously, "To be honest, you fell into the hands of Aunt Qiao Nara and were undoubtedly waiting for death. From this point of view, it is really a waste."

When his pain points were mentioned, Brian snorted pretending to be displeased.

When Santila saw this, she blinked, gave him the most charming smile, and said in a moving and soft voice, "This is the Dark Territory, a terrible land. It is impossible for a person to survive alone, let alone be reduced to

Prisoner, maybe we can... have a talk."

"What's there to talk about?" Brian cautiously took two steps forward and looked down at her, showing interest.

"You are a half-elf from the surface and a spell caster. I want to learn more about the surface." Santila said frankly, "If you are willing to cooperate with me, I can take you away."

"Knowledge is a good thing."

Brian nodded in agreement, and then said with a vigilant look, "But as you said just now, I understand the Drow language, so I naturally know the special culture of your Underdark region very well.

In my hometown, travel and adventure are our traditional culture, but in your blindly xenophobic and hierarchical city of Ancient Orens, a drow who is interested in the surface of the earth is, in my opinion, a completely deviant existence.

People like this often don’t live long.”

"Travel and adventure are actually your traditional culture."

Santila caught another important point in the words and said with envy, "It's incredible that some people encourage their young people to travel and take risks."

"Then do you know Waterdeep City?" She looked at Brian expectantly.

Waterdeep?

Unexpectedly, the other party already knew about Waterdeep City at this time.

Brian looked at the drow girl with a hint of surprise in his eyes.

"Of course I know."

He said briefly, "It is one of the core areas of the continent, known as the 'Glorious Land'. In Waterdeep City, a god once died, a god was resurrected, and a mortal became a god there. The population of one city

, enough to be worth a country.”

"You even know about Waterdeep City." Brian looked at the drow girl with a meaningful look, "Does that mean you have already been to the surface world?"

"It was a scary place."

Santila nodded gloomily, "Every day, a huge fireball jumps from the ground into the sky, emitting a dazzling light that is more dazzling than the light used by the priests of Lolth to punish sinners.

Even at night, when the fireball falls below the ground level, no one can escape the indescribable terror on the ground. Countless small bright spots, and sometimes a smaller silver fireball, will shatter the peaceful dark sky, leaving

One cannot forget the punishment that will come the next day."

"Is this your first feeling?" Brian asked in a skeptical tone.

"No." Santila shook her head slightly, "This is how my compatriots who have never seen the surface world described it to me."

"You didn't say you've been there once, what do you think?"

"I'm not sure."

The drow girl lowered her head, letting her thick long hair cover her face. Then she stared at Brian's face from the corner of her eyes and said in a sad tone:

"When I was five years old, my mother took me to escape to the surface. I only remember coming to a pond and seeing many wide round leaves floating on the water, with many small green creatures sitting on them. Those creatures

They looked a bit like fat, round lizards, and for a while I listened to them singing, because in the Underdark, lizards never sing."

Lotus leaf and frog.

Based on the drow girl's description, Brian thought of a very appropriate creature.

"Then what?"

"Then my mother was killed by the underground compatriots who caught up with me, and I was captured by them." Santila's voice was very soft, and her thin shoulders seemed to be shaking constantly due to sad sobs.

Brian looked at her pityingly, and was about to speak when he suddenly noticed that her eyes were dry and flashing with a cunning blue light.

By the time he realized all this, it was already too late.

There was a soft 'bang' sound, like the sound of some kind of alchemy potion exploding.
To be continued...