Why am I the only male apprentice of the evil queen.

Fenmu pushed the one-eyed guard out of the door, and then closed the door. Seeing that there were no other chairs in the room, he directly dragged the box in the corner and used it as a stool.

"This heavy weight must be a whole box of money?"

Cloxia has been rolling in the dark for so many years in the lawless zone, and has summed up two very important principles-the most painful thing in life is that the money is still there, and people are gone; the second most painful thing is that the money is not there The people are gone; the most important thing is that the people are still there, but the money is gone.

When necessary, saving your life is the key!

Now, as soon as the sack man entered the house, he sat on his currency box without saying a word, clearly hinting that he wanted to keep it for himself!

And now they are here specially looking for him, definitely wanting to kill him, a conscientious black businessman!

Now is the time of life and death. Closia, who has been blacked out countless times, already has experience in dealing with the current situation, but he is still very nervous when he is facing a heretic preacher who has only recently (today) become notorious.

Closha doesn't want to be the unlucky guy who gets shot against the wall!

The middle-aged goblin held his trembling hand and tried to keep himself calm. He showed a flattering and ugly smile:

"That's natural. This box of money is all from the meeting specially prepared for the heresy preacher. You must have retreated somewhere before. This small amount of money is my gift to you! Please also Don't look outside, give me old Cloxia a little bit of insignificant face!"

what?

A big question mark popped up on Fen Mu's forehead, what is this unfolding, giving money as soon as it comes up?Is it true that people in the Outlaw Zone are all so hospitable and generous?

This...Although it is embarrassing to accept a little money for no reason, but now his belt is empty, and the living expenses in the past were borne by the girls, so it is time to save some money.

Because of the old goblin's overzealousness, Femmel even forgot to explain that he was not a heretic.

"That's so embarrassing! If I give a thank you gift or something, I'll be offended, then please accept my thank you!" After finishing speaking, Fen Mu directly took the box of money into his private dream.

"Excuse me, what can you do for me, sir?" Ke Luoxia nervously wiped his unilateral lens.

Fen Mu revealed his intention:

"I just wanted to ask you something. Do you have any ancient maps of Prison City, including various altar relics, detailed maps of underground drainage channels, etc., or a chronicle of major events in Prison City, or legends? Stories or something."

If it were a month ago, Closha would never be able to produce this kind of information, because what kind of information is the most profitable to bring in the helpless area?

The answer is the information that can help people seek revenge, such as what equipment the other party has recently purchased, how their cultivation status has been promoted, whether they have received any missions and been injured, where is their lover, etc.!

As a forward-looking intelligence businessman, Closhaw even created a unique revenge business model. As long as you buy information about the enemy, Closhaw can provide a paid consulting service and tell the revenge people what to do. No other guy has the same revenge goals as her.

There is great power in numbers!In short, since he started this business, the success rate of customers' revenge has skyrocketed, and the praise has been rave!

But some time ago, someone bewitched Closhaw that the big chaos was about to start, and it would be a smart choice to prepare some information about the prison city to sell. However, Closhaw was not sure if there would be a sale, so he made up a false information. I exchanged information about Prison City with another fellow intelligence agent.

The goblin took the things out of his private dream all at once, which was not only convenient for searching, but also used actions to show that he did not hide anything.

While Ke Luoxia was searching among the piles of cowhide account books that recorded information, Femmu didn't have the time to search with him. His eyes fell on a piece of dried skin on the small bed.

Fenmu saw at first sight that this thing was extraordinary, and it could be used to make magic robes and tights, the kind for Sister Furious.

"Your skin...?"

Fenmu wants to say that the dried ingredients are a bit bad, and the performance will drop a lot, just like using dried vegetables to stew soup. A few vegetables can still make a good taste, but if you want to make umami, you still have to It has to be fresh!

Cloxia felt bitter in his heart, didn't he even let go of the film material!

Life is hard, but I can only force myself to smile:

"Of course it's also prepared for the heresy preacher!"

I even expected that I wanted to make a tights. This informant is quite good. Did he practice divination or something?

Fen Mu is naturally more respectful than obedient, he took it over and looked at it, and asked:

"Where did this membrane come from? Can you still get fresh ones now?"

Chapter 19 Tentacle Stockings

The suggestive action set by the goblin black merchant to open his private dream is to shake his collar. It is estimated that Cloxia's business is really big and he has accumulated a lot of information. Finmu looked at the intelligence agent next to him Shaking the collar all the time, all kinds of papers recording information are all over the sky, and they are still shaking endlessly.

As a person who pursues time management, Fenmu didn't waste this part of the time, and directly took this skin membrane of an unknown creature to try to make a robe.

But because the film of this material is not well preserved, Fenmu has no motivation to do it, so he simply made a knee-high stocking to try the effect, and the loops, spirit patterns and other playthings are naturally available. After all, no matter how perfect the design is, you still have to make the real thing before you can find any deficiencies.

Fenmu quickly obtained information about this knee socks by using the identification technique.

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Name: Chaos Spell Knee Socks

Quality: Relic (lower middle class)

The basic material is the skin peeled off from strange creatures, which is tough and full of spiritual energy flow

It has excellent magic performance, but it will bring strange hallucinations to the user after wearing it

——It seems that there are countless small tentacles moving in the fabric, itching unbearably

"It was originally intended to be popularized by female spellcasters, but in the end it shines in the use of torture tools. It's a sad design..."

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The design of this equipment was directly drawn by Fenmu from his forging knowledge, and it was a design that could only be produced by this kind of skin. Considering the excellent performance of the spell, he took it and used it without much thought.

Just judging from this evaluation, it seems that it is not a good thing!

Femme put his palm into the inside of the knee socks. The additional properties of the film material make the socks automatically tighten as if they were alive, and fit tightly on Femme's palm, like a suction cup on the tentacles.

But after a while, you can feel that the palm of your hand seems to be rubbed by many small wriggling tentacles.

Fenmu feels strongly unnatural just by putting it on her hands. If this is really made into a one-piece tights...

"I can't imagine it. Fortunately, I'm clever. I tried it first. If I foolishly hand over this design to Sister Furious, then the relationship is hopeless. I'll leave it to Casalia to play with herself." Bar."

The goblin black merchant next to him finally found the information that Fenmu wanted. He was pleasantly surprised to take the information about the prison city to claim credit, and then he saw the exquisite knee socks in Fenmu's hand.

As a professional profiteer, although Closha is an information dealer, he still has to develop necessary sidelines. His eyes have a simple identification function, and he can roughly see the flow of spiritual energy on the equipment!

And the over-the-knee socks in front of me have such a strong flow of spiritual energy, as if there are many newborn larvae wriggling around, this scalp-numbing sight is really beautiful!

"My lord, heresy preacher, this, this spell equipment must be at least at the level of a relic, right? It took you just a while to create such an amazing thing?!"

Cloxia recognized that it was made of that piece of skin. Although that piece of skin is rare and precious, after being made into this silk stocking, its value has at least increased by ten times!

"It's just for fun, don't worry about it." Fen Mu put it away, anyway, it's a torture tool, maybe it will be used in the future.

After all, he doesn't like fighting and killing, so if he encounters an ancient god like the Nightmare King Lamia appearing in front of him, he will have to be sorry!

"I can see the wonderful scene on the socks. As expected of the heresy preacher, even the casually made equipment has such evil and vital spiritual energy flow!"

"Shut up! I don't want to hear the word heresy anymore. Which bastard spread it out, it will ruin my reputation!" Fen Mu finished speaking with a dark face, took the Goblin's chair and sat down. Read the intel on Prison City above.

"It used to be a prison for the big criminals, but it was replaced by a new prison, and the old site gradually fell into disrepair..."

"Later, it became a gathering place for the evil of chaos, and the cultists regarded it as a holy place, and you can see the altars carrying the flesh and blood and gaze of the ancient gods everywhere..."

"Those failed sacrificial ceremonies will leave the flesh and blood of the mutated believers, and the filth of this blood and flesh will be thrown into the coffin of the raging fire and burned..."

In the silence, Fenmu quickly read all the information given by Goblin. These information are all fragmented volumes, that is, the later generations integrated the remaining fragments of ancient books, and it is difficult to complete the information.

Moreover, there is no indication on the map where there are ancient altar ruins, it may need to be deciphered, and this may not be a complete map!

But the "coffin of raging fire" mentioned here, Fenmu is not sure whether it is a modified metaphor, or there is such a trick.

If there is, then this is very likely to be the "fire-biting coffin" he has been looking for for a long time!

"Excellent!"

Fen Mu suddenly said excitedly, this sudden speech startled Goblin, although he didn't know what it meant, but judging from the surprised tone of the other party, he was probably very satisfied with the information he provided!

Cloxia heaved a sigh of relief, this time he was finally able to send this great god away!

Fen Mu folded up the prison city information and put it aside, then asked:

"Goblin merchant, I know that you are an excellent black-hearted profiteer with a lot of information. Have you collected which false gods have gathered this time? Give me a detailed list."

Although I don't know where it is, these fanatics must know it!These people must know about the ruins of the altar in Prison City!Now it depends on which pseudo-god organization has a richer background, anyway, following them will probably lead to discovery.

"Ah? A list of false god sects? There are, but they may not be complete, because some evil churches are hidden and it is difficult to collect them all." The intelligence black merchant rubbed his hands in embarrassment.

Fenmu was very generous, grabbed a gold coin from the box he had just searched and gave it to Klosha, and said generously:

"It's okay, just give it to me. But I also know that it's not easy for you to do this job. Let this coin be regarded as information fee. You have also helped me a lot."

After receiving the precious gold coin from Fenmu, there seemed to be a surge of heat in Cloxia's eye sockets.

This is my hard-earned money. It was stolen from others little by little. Now you have stolen a large box of money from me, and you can use my money back to buy my information, and give it back. so little!

This man is scarier than a devil! !

"Here, this is the information you want, my lord!" The goblin informant looked up at the ceiling at a [-]-degree angle, trying to hold back his tears.

"Don't be so excited..." The corners of Fen Mu's mouth twitched, "If you are really sorry and don't want to accept that gold coin, I won't make it difficult for you to force you to accept it, just return it to me, no need As bad as I thought."

Chapter 20 Suspicious characters!

After inquiring about all the things that should be inquired, Fenmu stopped staying, left the basement of the enthusiastic businessman Klosha, and started to go to the religious meeting point in the information.

The sack hood had been worn for a long time, and it would still be very uncomfortable, so Fen Mu threw the hood away halfway.

Without the blessing of the hood, there were indeed a few more people looking for trouble on the road, but they were all easily dealt with, so it didn't have much impact on Fenmu.

As long as you show a small hand in a crowded place, beat up those troublemakers, pour chili water on the wounds, and let these bastards scream miserably, and there will be a lot fewer troublemakers in the future.

So now Fenmu is basically the most incompatible existence in the entire prison city, holding a map and walking silently on the streets and alleys paved with terrazzo bricks, which is in stark contrast to the surrounding disputes and fights, and occasionally some people who are blown over Even if the guy blocks Fenmu's way, he won't be angry, he kicks the other person away calmly, and then continues to find his own way.

"The people fighting on the street are all kinds of aggressive races. On the contrary, it is relatively rare to see those fanatics dressed up as false gods. It stands to reason that they should all come. It seems that they have already hidden themselves for sacrificial ceremonies." Fen Mu concluded.

He remembered that when he first entered the city, he saw a few fanatics. These people were all dressed in a uniform, basically a simple burlap scholar's robe, with their respective religious imprints tattooed on it, if there were no imprints , There will also be other iconic symbols, such as masks, tattoos and the like.

"The information given by the goblins only indicates which religious believers haunted the Prison City and which places they visited during the preparations for the Great Melee Ceremony...there is no exact number, but I just stepped on so many places and failed, now it’s almost time to find the right place, right?”

The prison city is quite large, and all kinds of alleys are spread out like a spider web, and those believers of the ancient gods will even wander around some places deliberately to create false appearances in order to hide their whereabouts.

Most of Fenmu's time was wasted by these fake places, which made him full of anger.

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"I finally found it!" Fen Mu hid in the alley, looking at an old house 50 meters away.

Someone was watching the surroundings cautiously by the window on the second floor, and a fanatic wearing a robe was also guarded at the gate of the house.

It was already dusk at this time, Fen Mu did not rush to take action, he waited patiently until the sky became dark before starting his own actions.

The guard at the door didn't need to pay attention to it, he was still a little confident in his skills, using the night as a cover, Fen Mu easily walked around to the blind spot of the watchman's perspective, and climbed to the top of the building without a sound.

Taking advantage of the time when the guard by the window turned his head away, Femmu drank a bottle of [cat potion], walked lightly and landed on the window sill, took out a rag that was smeared with coma, and imprisoned The sentinel turned his back, the strong smell of stupor quickly pushed his consciousness into the abyss of coma.

"Very well, no one found it, and there is no one on the second floor. If it's not on the first floor, it's probably in a hidden place like the basement wine cellar."

Fen Mu stripped off everything from the Sentinel believer, such as his religious robe, and some keepsakes, and took them all away as equipment for killing monsters.

After putting on this camouflage, Fenmu took a vertical clothes hanger, then tied the sentry guard to it, and stood by the window again, pretending to continue to watch.

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At the same time, Hekati also happened to touch the inside of the religious assembly hall, and his progress was faster than Fenmu's. He sneaked into the underground wine cellar early on, quietly watching the ridiculous behavior of the group of fanatics.

These so-called heretics are good at winning people's hearts. First, they let the believers talk about their expectations and unfavorable experiences, which arouses the resonance of others, and then the speaker preaches "Your pain, my god can feel it." Yes, your wishes will be fulfilled by my God!"

Afterwards, these believers really believed in it and chanted those weird syllable spells, and the whole underground wine cellar was shrouded in a weird atmosphere.

There seems to be a ghostly grin hidden in the flickering flames.

"The sacrificial array is very complete, and all the necessary structures are perfect. It may be successful, but the spiritual power lines here are not active. I'm afraid it's impossible to invite the gods, and the family members may not be able to do so. possible."

Although disappointed, the Sorceress of Desire did not leave, because the dependents that could be summoned by this shabby sacrificial ceremony were "incomplete", weak in body and strength.

If you can seize this moment and kill them, maybe you can get good materials, even if you don't need them, you can still take them to some black market exchanges for barter.

She didn't notice that a person also wearing a religious robe quietly appeared behind her, and this person was Fenmu!

The power of the Queen of Dark Elf made him very effective in concealing his aura. A few days ago, he was in the pit, but he even tricked Hekaty into the past, but now Hekaty is also hiding his aura, so Fenmu He also couldn't perceive who this person was, thinking it was a secret sentry hiding near the wine cellar.

After the careful Fenmu noticed this sneaky false believer, he secretly rejoiced:

"Fortunately, I was careful when I came down, otherwise I would be discovered by this secret whistle. These heretics are too careful, they are already preparing for the ceremony, and a person is placed nearby to watch, and this person's The strength seems to be unusual?"

He repeated his old tricks, approaching behind this "dark whistle" silently, hugging the opponent's body with one hand, and walking you away unconsciously with the other hand.

Ok?The figure of this fanatic has some strength!Big breasted and wasp-waisted, it's not obvious that he's wearing a rough linen robe.