280 You Stay (2/2)
Of course, being well-behaved was a good thing.
Then after a few more days, Roland finally wrote down all the magic nodes of the Sound Barrier.
He looked at the tightly packed nodes on the notepad, then smiled at the three drows and said, ”Well, you can go now.”
But then, none of the three drows moved.
One of them even said, ”Sir, how about we follow you?”
”What are you guys thinking?” Roland laughed. ”Drows are evil creatures and are considered hostile to us humans. Under normal circumstances, a drow entering the human world would be killed, unless she's wearing a slave ring around her neck.”
”Then why didn't you kill us, sir?”
Roland thought about it and said, ”Right now, I don't see you guys doing anything bad, so I can't kill you. Besides, you guys didn't try to kill me before, you just wanted to kidnap me, right?”
In fact, Roland's suspicion was correct. These three drows did indeed have the intention of kidnapping Roland and bringing him back to the underground kingdom for breeding.
In the matriarchal society of drows, a woman often had three or four husbands. Their self-esteem was very high, and the number of husbands was related to how high their invisible social status was.
Multiple human husbands were no big deal at all.
And Mages had always been the first choice for breeding.
Looking at the stunned expressions of the three drows, Roland was about to snap his fingers and teleport away, but he suddenly remembered something and took out a throwing knife from his Backpack. He said to the drow who had thrown it at him before, ”This is a magical weapon, dp you know enchantment?”
This drow nodded, a look of anticipation in her eyes.
The other two drows looked at her enviously.
”Can you teach enchantment to me?”
This drow nodded vigorously, ”Although my enchantment abilities aren't great, I can teach you all the basics.”
”Well then, you stay.”
This drow perked up while she proudly looked down at her two companions next to her.
The other two drows looked at her with resentment, then left with very reluctant expressions.
Roland sat this drow down and said, ”Learning enchantment wasn't part of my previous conditions. I'll pay you some gold coins when you've taught me the basics.”
The drow smiled and said, ”Sir, you're very principled, much more responsible than our male drows.”
Roland had no interest in the drow's flattery and asked, ”How much do I have to pay for tuition?”
”Before that…” this drow said, looking at the cocoon hole above her head, ”we need to get out of here. I know my people too well, and they'll soon return to the underground kingdom and find friends and family to 'welcome' us.”
Roland wasn't surprised, as he had actually considered this, ”So do you have any place to hide your tracks?”
The drow stood up, nodded, and said, ”Yes. Also, sir, you may call me Mirna.”
Not being very authoritarian, Roland took Mirna's advice and changed locations, walking at least thirty kilometers across the steppe before burrowing into an underground pit.
”I dug this myself. I was going to spend my last moments here when I was too old to hold a weapon, but also as my graveyard.”
As Mirna stood in the round pit, her expression had an eeriness to it.
Roland instinctively took two steps back; he had just felt a strange power in Mirna's body.
It wasn't Mirna's power, though: it was as if she had been briefly possessed by something.