Artificer Adventure Guide

Just when Carl finally removed the fortress that blocked his way back and continued to march forward, a carnival was going on in the underground city of Storm Bay.

In the dim room, countless men and women were entangled with each other.

A camera used for filming was running on its own, and the photographer and lighting staff who were supposed to operate it now joined the men and women.

The room was filled with an indescribable smell, and the scene was like a team building of a cult.

And in the corridor five or six meters away from this room, a figure wearing a hooded robe walked out from the corner.

From the outline, she should be a woman.

The skin under the hood was faintly purple, and the white hair was looming.

As she walked, her smooth and slender thighs would be exposed from the robe.

The robe seemed loose, but it was very figure-enhancing in some important places.

Strolling to the door of the room where the impart was being opened, she stretched out her hand, and a little spiritual energy lit up on her fingers.

"Click~"

The door lock opened, and the drow flashed in.

"Huh~, so, what kind of plain life did we live before? I didn't expect that the improvement of spiritual power would become so easy and comfortable one day."

Looking at the situation in the room, the drow lifted his hood and gently pulled his robe.

The robe actually slipped off directly, and inside the robe, there was only a body that had been impatient for a long time.

With a smile, the drow lifted his long hair and joined the impart that vaguely looked like aristocratic children.

...

Six hours later, underground city.

Outside the room just now, Mitress had a wooden face, listening to the rookies who had just been recruited as local sheriffs not long ago, chattering about the case.

'Tsk, what sin have I committed! I actually have to come here to help investigate such a thing! You didn't even pay me! '

Looking at the men and women who were almost turning into mummies, Mitress tutted her lips and complained inwardly with some dissatisfaction.

Because of the fantasy drama auditions, the Dragon Mark Family deployed most of their personnel to the surface.

But considering that the victims this time were all nobles, they could not completely ignore them, so they found the Redoubt.

So, as the person with the highest perception, Mitris became the acting director of the local police department, and is currently handling the first major case since she took office.

Exhaling angrily, Mitress kicked a sheriff's butt and asked in a bad tone:

"Are they all dead?"

The sheriff, who was just a combat apprentice, dared not resist, and hurriedly reported with a smile:

"Not dead, not dead! The neighbors around reported it in a timely manner. These people just consumed too much vitality. Drinking some healing potions will stabilize the situation, but their lifespan..."

"They are lucky to be alive! And lifespan? If they are not dead, take them to the Sheriff's Office for questioning! Don't destroy the situation here, maybe they can come here to look for clues in the future. Send two people to guard, and the others take these idiots and follow me back!"

After giving the order in a somewhat irritable voice, Mitress immediately walked out of the room.

Outside the house, a group of adventurers were pointing and talking at the people in the state of mummies.

Watching the excitement is the nature of intelligent life, and adventurers especially love this.

"Look! Another group of rookies trying to defeat the drow in this area. I'm so strong, but I was almost sucked away by those guys. Their small bodies...tsk tsk tsk!"

"Hey! I've heard of this kind of thing before, but those drow seemed to have all run away when various incidents broke out in Storm Bay. Looking at this situation, are they back again?"

"It's good to be back, it's good to be back! I always feel that ordinary ones don't have that kind of soul-stirring taste, I want drow!"

Amid the noisy voices, some discussions about drow attracted Mitris's attention.

"Hey! Those guys over there! Do you know a lot about drow?"

Without ignoring the adventurers' idle chatter, Mitris immediately stretched out her hand and pointed to the adventurers who had just chatted.

Those adventurers were not weak either. They were all mid-level adventurers who had broken through the threshold of level 4 and were working towards level 8.

Seeing that Mitris looked over, several people answered very firmly: "Yes! That's right! We are too familiar with the drow! Before the transformation of Storm Bay, we wanted to be with them every day! What do you want to know, sir? We will cooperate with you all!"

At this time, several adventurers who were familiar with them laughed and spoiled the show.

"Come on, you guys are just a bunch of idiots. It takes half a month to find a drow to play with, and you are with them every day. With the little money in your pocket, it is hard for female orcs to be willing to receive you!"

"Hey! You..."

Seeing that the two sides were about to quarrel, several sheriffs quickly pulled them apart.

It is still difficult to be a sheriff in Storm Bay. In most cases, they can't beat anyone.

Thinking about the help of this group of people in the investigation of the case, Mitris decisively did not take them back to understand the situation, but left directly.

After leaving the residential building, Mitris took the sheriff and the "mummies" and took the police construct magic motorcycle back to the police station.

Those magic motorcycles were naturally Carl's work. To put it bluntly, they were actually magic motorcycles with a dump truck on each side.

The motorcycles were equipped with certain weapons, and their main function was to hunt down enemies.

These young sheriffs were willing to come to work for the post, and these handsome magic motorcycles can be credited with at least half of the credit.

When they arrived, Mitris was very rude and asked people to put the mummies in different detention rooms according to gender.

Then, she said to the sheriffs:

"You! Come with me to watch the evidence in the videotape!"

As the videotape was put into the portable phantom device, the picture began to emerge.

"Woo~, if I had known earlier, I should have personally operated the crossbow to kill these guys. They are already in the process of filming a third-level fantasy drama, and they still cause trouble for me. Damn it!"

With such a sigh, Mitris slapped the desk.

The tape recorded the whole process of the filming of the group of noble children.

From their initial resistance to their later enjoyment, they only went through half an hour of ideological struggle.

The gangsters who forced them just scared them with a chainsaw, and they obeyed and agreed.

What made Mitris a little uncomfortable was that the group of coercers were not only not picky about food and meat, but the nobles were even more outrageous!

In the end, she could hardly tell whether the nobles were playing with the filmers or the filmers were playing with them.

Just as she was about to turn around and say something, Mitris keenly noticed that the sheriffs who were watching the video had red faces and blurred eyes, not the shy expressions she expected.

Some of them even seemed to have fallen into some kind of hallucination, their hands seemed to be holding something, and their bodies were shaking.