Chapter 612 - A Lead (1/2)

Chapter 612 A Lead

Li Lin and the others were about to make their move.

After all, anyone who was going to be taken away for no reason would think about resisting, especially if they were extremely powerful themselves.

But Roland reached out his hand, stopping them.

He calmly asked the two men who appeared to be enforcers, “I’m a little curious as to why we’re being taken away.” “The rules,” the elven enforcer said coldly. “Any outsider who drifts here has to register at the mayor’s office.”

Oh, I see.

It was something like a refugee record for ease of management.

In that case, it wouldn’t hurt to register.

They were only here to complete their quest, and there was no need for a deadly argument with the authorities here. It might elicit hostility from them, which would make their chances of completing the quest drop drastically, so it was better to have less trouble. With this in mind, the five followed the two elves to the mayor’s residence. Along the way, Roland found that the people here were quite emaciated and didn’t look very well.

For one thing, the Netherworld had a heavy atmosphere of the dead and wasn’t very suitable for creatures to survive, and for another, it was too barren and not very good for growing food.

But it was good to see that some elves had drifted here as well, and even a few druids.

These plant experts had cultivated a crop that could grow in the Netherworld, and not counting the yield per hectare, there were roughly a hundred and fifty kilos of it, which ripened every three months. Besides, there was no spring, summer, fall, or winter in the Netherworld, so the plants could be cultivated constantly, which kept many people alive.

But even then, there weren’t many places where such crops could be sown, and so life in the Netherworld was still plagued by the lack of food.

The mayor’s residence wasn’t large. It was just a small stone building that covered over two hundred square feet.

All the buildings in this city were short, no more than three stories tall.

Upon entering the mayor’s residence, the orc soldier stopped at the entrance and the elf led the five inside.

Since the mayor’s residence wasn’t big, after going straight up to the second floor, Roland saw the mayor.

Another elf wearing an old robe.

The robe was made of linen thread and was very rough.

At this time, Roland also finally knew why others could tell at a glance that they were from the outside world.

The clothes they were wearing… looked too new and too nice compared to the people here.

“Please sit down.” The male elf in front of him was also blond, and as handsome as the other elves in the forest, except that he did not look as well as the elves on the main plane, and even looked a bit gloomy. “It’s rare to see five friends come down here at once.”

The level of the male elf in front of him was level 13, quite high.

And as Roland had noticed on the way here, the Netherworld populace was generally of a higher level and had a high percentage of professionals, estimated to be a tenth of the population.

But it was normal when he thought about it. The environment here was harsh and to survive, of course, one had to be strong enough to do so.

In this small group, it was generally Schuck who was responsible for diplomacy; after all, high charisma was most applicable in such places.

“Sir, do few people stray to this place?” Schuck asked.

“Quite a few, just at irregular times. Sometimes one in a few years, sometimes one in a few days. It’s hard to tell,” the male elf glanced at Schuck, then his eyes fell on Roland. “You have elven blood in you… Everyone is kin

-brother, can you tell me if the Mother is well?”

Schuck shrugged and stood aside.

Roland didn’t expect that the elven bloodline he had chosen to switch to Elemental Lord had come into play again.

He nodded. “Very well, all is well with the elves, but I feel more human than anything else.”

The elf across the table showed a torn look and finally sighed. “It seems you grew up in the human world; I don’t blame you for thinking that way. Now I would like to ask, do you have any plans next?”

“No plans for now, taking it one step at a time,” Roland replied.

“You don’t seem to harbor any surprise or hard feelings about being stranded in the Netherworld?”

This elf looked odd as he sized up the five of them.

Their expressions were too calm. This elf was the local mayor, a native of the Netherworld, but as an elf, even in the Netherworld, he revered the World Tree as his ancestors did. The elven race could not break their legacy even in the Netherworld due to their long lives and powerful abilities.

Of course, it had something to do with the fact that the Nether G.o.d hardly ever bothered with them.

Otherwise, it wouldn’t be difficult for a G.o.d to convert them into a creature like a drow.

The elf had been alive for nearly two hundred years and had registered a lot of realm-breaking wanderers. Anyone who knew that they had come to the Netherworld would look as sorrowful as if their father and mother had died.

It was the first time he had seen someone this calm.

“Should we cry then?” Roland shrugged indifferently. “Besides, we’ll find a way to get 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.

Besides, these people had lived here for so long and he didn’t need to change their way of