Chapter 613 - Men from the Nether God Church (1/2)
Chapter 613 Men from the Nether God Church
Roland hadn’t expected it to be so easy to find out about the True Ancestor.
He couldn’t help but continue to ask, “Where is the vampires’ True Ancestor?”
“Just south of us in Portree, living in the Ten Thousand Stones Abyss,” said the elf Anlor with a shrug. “I know you’re all probably interested in the number two beauty of the Netherworld, but she’s really no woman for the average man to handle. The average man would be lucky to stand in front of her and not turn into a torturay.”
Torturay was this world’s version of simp.
Roland was a little surprised. “The number two beauty?”
“Here in the Netherworld, who dares to claim the number one spot except for the Nether God?” said Anlor with a matter-of-fact expression as he threw up his hands.
Right, this is indeed a matter that needs to be taken seriously. Roland asked again, “Is Ten Thousand Stones Abyss a place name, or a city?”
“It’s a city.” In the residential area, Anlor pointed to the five small houses side by side in front of him. “These five stone houses are yours, and after two or three days, your residence permits will be released. Also, please remember one thing… Portree is a city that pursues peace. No matter how powerful you are, do not make a move in the city, or we will have to resort to violent means.”
“Understood.” Roland nodded.
Placing five keys in Roland’s hands, Anlor turned to leave.
Roland stretched his hand forward. “Here, choose your own.”
His friends each chose a random key from his hand and opened their own small stone houses.
The interior was probably only about thirty square feet in size, with only one floor, and held a sheet of stone like a bed stove and a stone shelf put together with strips of stone that seemed to be for holding clothing.
It was really… barren. There wasn’t even wood, and not only were the houses made of stone, but even the furniture was stone.
What was even more outrageous was that there wasn’t even much stone furniture.
They finished looking at their own houses and gathered in Roland’s stone house afterward.
Li Lin sighed. “These small stone houses are not as good as the temporary shelters you made out of magic, Roland. Why do we have to buy a house in a place like this, it doesn’t make sense.”
“We have to have identities so we can move around here,” Roland explained. “Our quest is a long-term type at first glance, and if we have identities, we can avoid a lot of trouble.”
Li Lin hummed a response and nodded to show that he understood.
At this moment, there were lots of pop-up comments in the livestream.
“This Warrior doesn’t look too smart.”
“Berserkers don’t have brains.”
“The values in the game do affect some of your actions. I chose to be a Mage in the game and with 9 points of Intelligence growth, it’s easy to remember things, but when I return to reality, I don’t have that good of a memory.”
“Of course, I’m overpowered in the game and weak in reality.”
“A Berserker’s Intelligence growth is usually only 5, and then if the permanent skill Bloodrush is on, it reduces the current Intelligence by another 2 points, so… now a Berserker’s current Intelligence cap won’t exceed 7 even if he’s at Master level.”
“No wonder.”
Roland had now completely forgotten that he was still on the air, and in fact, so had Schuck.
It was normal that they would forget about it since they didn’t livestream often.
Roland thought for a moment and said, “Let’s gather information about the Ten Thousand Stones Abyss later, as well as about the vampires. I’ll give you guys Unhindered Communication for nearly thirty hours, and contact in the guild system if you have news,
got it?”
The other four expressed they understood.
The four then dispersed.
Roland wandered around this city blindly, attracting the attention of many people.
It was because his clothes were too new and too beautiful.
Even the local mayor usually wore linen robes, and Roland even exchanged five sets of ordinary clothes for five houses.
They were small houses, but it could be seen that the stone houses in the city were a place for the middle-class to live.
Although many people were eyeing him, no one dared to do anything reckless. After all, Roland was a Mage, and the concentration of magic power on his body was quite strong, obviously above the Master level. A Mage of this level was already quite strong and had a Magic Shield, and would be far more troublesome than a Warrior of the same level. No one would want to antagonize such a Mage.
Roland was a little helpless after meandering for four hours.
The news that could be collected in the tavern had reached its limit. After all, the people of this city hadn’t been out much, and the world outside the city was too scary; one might encounter robbers and Soul Gatherers were floating around at every turn.
If one was unlucky enough to encounter these things, nine times out of then they’d die in the wilderness.
As Roland and the others wandered around the city, the mayor of Portree attended to four special guests.
“Isabella, what winds blew you here?” The mayor looked at the elven woman in front of him with a glowing face. “You came just in time. I received a few new sets of clothes. I’ll bring them out for you.”
“No need.” The elven woman, also dressed in linen but beautiful and bearing a cold temperament, waved her hand. “This visit is about something important.”
The mayor sighed. “Okay, go ahead.” “One of our Nether God’s clones was destroyed outside the city.”
The mayor’s eyes widened. “Who is it that’s so powerful?”
“We are not sure, but we found the location of the incident based on the fluctuations left behind by the clone and found that the person who destroyed the clone had even taken all the light feathers.” The elven woman’s face grew colder. “That’s going too far, and no matter who dared to do so, this has been seen as a provocation to the Nether God Church.”