Why am I the only male apprentice of the evil queen

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

This heavy weight must be a whole box of money, right?

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

When necessary, saving your life is the key!

Now, as soon as this 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 have come here specifically, definitely with murderous intentions towards this conscientious black businessman!

Now is a time of life and death. Krosha, who has experienced being hacked countless times, has already experienced how to deal with the current situation. However, the person he is facing is a heresy preacher who has gained notoriety only recently (today), so he still feels even more nervous.

Crosha didn't want to be the unlucky guy who got 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 was specially prepared for the meeting of the Heretic Preacher. You must have been in retreat somewhere before. This small amount of money is regarded as my meeting gift for you! Please also Don’t show off, and give me, old Krosha, some insignificant face!”

ah?

A big question mark popped up on Fenmu's forehead. What kind of development is this, giving away money as soon as it comes up? It turns out that all the people in the Unable Zone are so hospitable and generous?

This... although it is quite embarrassing to accept a little money from someone for no reason, but now that his belt is empty, the previous living expenses were all borne by the girls, so it is time to save some money.

Because of the old goblin's excessive enthusiasm, Fenmulian even forgot about explaining that he was not a preacher of heresy.

That's so embarrassing! If I give you a thank you gift or something, it will go unnoticed, so please accept my thanks! After saying that, Fenmu directly received the box of money into his private dreamland.

Excuse me, sir, what do you want from me? Krosha wiped her one-sided lens nervously.

Fen Mu revealed his purpose:

I'm just going to ask you something. Do you have any ancient maps of Prison City, including various altar ruins, detailed maps of underground drainage channels, etc. Or is there a chronicle of major events or legends about Prison City? A collection of stories or something like that.”

A month ago, Krosha would never have been able to come up with this kind of information, because what kind of information is the most profitable in the lawless zone?

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

As a forward-looking intelligence businessman, Krosha has even created a unique business model of revenge. As long as you buy information about your enemy, Krosha can provide a paid consulting service and tell the revenger what to do. No one else has the same revenge goals as her.

There is strength in numbers! In short, since he launched this business, the success rate of revenge from customers has skyrocketed, and the reviews have been rave!

But some time ago, a person tricked Krosha and said that a big melee was about to begin. It would be a smart choice to prepare some information about Prison City to sell. However, Krosha was not sure whether there would be sales, so he made up a false information. I exchanged information about the prison city with another intelligence dealer.

The goblins took things out of their private dreams at once, not only to facilitate searching, but also to show that they were not hiding anything.

While Krosha was searching among the piles of cowhide account books recording information, Fenmu had no time to search with him. His eyes fell on a piece of dried leather on the small bed.

Fenmu saw at first glance that this item was extraordinary. It could be used to make robe tights, the kind for Furious Senior Sister.

This membrane of yours...?

Fenmu would like to say that air-dried ingredients are a bit bad. They will lose a lot of performance, just like using air-dried vegetables to stew soup. Although a few vegetables can produce a good taste, but if you want to make umami, you still need to Depend on fresh ones!

Krosha felt bitter in her heart, so she didn’t even let go of the film material!

Life is hard, but we can only force a smile:

Of course it is also prepared for the Heretic Preacher!

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

Fenmu was naturally more respectful than obedient. He took it over, looked at it, and asked:

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

Chapter 19 Tentacle Stockings

The goblin black dealer set for himself a cue to start a private dream by shaking his collar. It was probably because Krosha's business was really big and he had accumulated a lot of information. Fenmu looked at the information dealer next to him. He kept shaking his collar, and all kinds of papers recording information were scattered all over the sky, and he kept shaking.

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

However, because the material film was not well preserved, Fenmu had no motivation to do it, so he simply made a knee-high stocking to try the effect. The loops, spiritual patterns and other toys are naturally available. , after all, no matter how perfect the design is, you still have to make the actual product before you can find any shortcomings.

Fenmu quickly obtained information about this pair of over-the-knee socks using the appraisal technique.

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Name: Chaos Spell Over-the-Knee Socks

Quality: Relic (lower-intermediate level)

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

It has excellent magical properties, but it will cause strange hallucinations to the user after wearing it.

——It seems like there are countless small tentacles moving inside the fabric, itching is unbearable

It was originally intended to be popularized for use by female spellcasters, but in the end it was used as a torture tool. It's a sad design...

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The design of this equipment was directly derived from Fenmu's forging knowledge, and it was a design that could only be made with 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 doesn’t seem to be a good thing!

Fenmu put his palms into the knee-high socks. The additional properties of the membrane material made the socks automatically tighten as if they were alive, fitting tightly to Fenmu's palms, as if they were suction cups on the tentacles.

But after a while, you can feel that your palms seem to be rubbed by many small squirming tentacles.

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

I can't imagine it. Fortunately, I'm smart and tried it first. If I foolishly give this set of designs to Furious Senior Sister, then this relationship is hopeless. I'll leave this to Kasalia to play by herself. Bar.

The goblin black merchant next to him finally found the information Fenmu wanted. He was pleasantly surprised and took the information about Prison City to claim credit. Then he saw the exquisite knee-high socks in Fenmu's hand.

As a professional profiteer, even though Krosha is an intelligence dealer, he still needs to develop necessary side businesses. His eyes have a simple identification function and can roughly see the flow of psychic energy on equipment!

As for the knee-high socks in front of me, its spiritual energy flow is so strong, as if there are many newborn larvae squirming around. This scalp-numbing sight is really beautiful!

Lord Heretic Preacher, this, this piece of magic equipment must be at least relic-level, right? You just spent a short while to create such an incredible thing?!

Closha recognized that it was made of that membrane. Although that membrane was rare and precious, after being made into this stocking, its value increased at least ten times!

It's just a random thing for fun, don't worry about it. Fenmu put it away. It is a torture tool after all, and maybe it will be used in the future.

After all, he doesn't like fighting and killing. If an ancient god like Nightmare King Lamia appears in front of him again, he will have to be sorry!

I can see the wonderful sight on the socks. You are worthy of being the preacher of heresy. Even the equipment you create at random has such evil and vital spiritual energy flowing through it!

Shut up! I don't want to hear the word heretic preacher again. Which bastard spread it out and ruins my reputation! Fen Mu said with a dark face, took the goblin's chair and sat down. Scroll through the intel on Prison City above.

It was once a prison for big criminals. Later, a new prison was built, and the old site gradually fell into disuse...

It later became a gathering place for the evil of Chaos. Fanatics regarded this place as a holy place. You can see altars everywhere bearing the flesh and blood and gaze of ancient gods...

Those failed sacrificial rituals will leave behind mutated flesh and blood of believers, and the filth of these flesh and blood will be thrown into the coffin of fire and burned...

In the silence, Fenmu quickly read all the information given by the goblin. This information was a collection of fragments, which were the remaining fragments of ancient books that were put together by later generations, and it was difficult to complete the information.

Moreover, the map does not indicate where the ancient altar ruins are. It may need to be deciphered. It is possible that this is not a complete map!

But when it comes to the coffin of fire, Fenmu isn't sure if it's a modified metaphor or if it actually has such a meaning.

If there is one, then this is most likely the fire-biting coffin he has been looking for for a long time!

So cool!

Fenmu suddenly said excitedly. This sudden statement startled the goblin. Although he didn't know what it meant, judging from the surprise tone of the other party, he was probably very satisfied with the information he provided!

Krosha breathed a sigh of relief, this time he could finally send this great god away!

Fenmu folded the information about Prison City and put it aside, and then asked:

Goblin Merchant, I know you are an excellent black-hearted profiteer with a lot of information. Have you collected any false believers who have gathered here this time? Give me a detailed list.

Although I don’t know where it is, these fanatics definitely know it! These people must know something about the ruins of the altar in the prison city! Now it just depends on which pseudo-god organization has a stronger foundation. Anyway, you can probably find something by following them.

Ah? A list of false god sects? Yes, there is one, but it may not be complete, because some evil churches act in secret, so it is difficult to collect a complete list. The intelligence dealer rubbed his hands in embarrassment.

Fenmu was very generous. He grabbed a gold coin from the box he just raided and gave it to Krosha, generously saying:

It's okay, just give it to me. But I also know that it's not easy for you to do this. Just think of this coin as an intelligence fee. You have also helped me a lot.

Taking the precious gold coin from Fenmu's hand, Krosha's eyes seemed to have heat surging.

This damn money is my hard-earned money. I got it from others bit by bit. Now you just took away a big box of money from me, and then you used my money to buy my information and gave it back to me. so little!

This man is scarier than the devil! !

Here, this is the information you want, sir! The Goblin intelligence dealer looked up at the ceiling at a 90-degree angle, trying to hold back his tears.

You shouldn't be so excited... Fenmu's mouth twitched, If you are really sorry and don't want to accept the gold coin, I won't make it difficult for you and force you to accept it. Just return it to me. No need. Make me think so bad.

Chapter 20 There is a suspicious person!

After all the things that needed to be inquired about, Fenmu stopped lingering, left the basement of the enthusiastic businessman Krosha, and started to go to the religious meeting place in the information.

The sack hood would still be very uncomfortable after being worn for a long time, so Fenmu 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 your hand in a crowded place, beat up the fat ones who are looking for trouble, pour pepper water or something on the wounds, and make these bastards scream in agony, then there will be a lot less people looking for trouble in the future.

So now Fenmu is basically the most out of place in the entire prison city. He walks silently on the streets and alleys paved with terrazzo bricks with a map, which is in sharp contrast to the fighting and fighting around him. Occasionally, some people are blown away. Even if someone blocks Fenmu's path, he won't be angry. He will calmly kick him away and continue to find his own way.

The people fighting on the street are all aggressive races. On the contrary, it is relatively rare to see the fanatic believers dressed up by the pseudo-god sect. Logically speaking, they should all be here. It seems that they are all hiding for the sacrifice ceremony. Fenmu concluded.

He remembered that when he first entered the city, he saw a few fanatical believers. These people were dressed in a relatively uniform way. They basically wore a simple burlap scholar's robe with their respective religious marks tattooed on it. If there were no marks, , there will also be other iconic symbols, such as masks, tattoos, etc.

The information given by the Goblins only indicates which religious believers were present in the prison city during the preparations for the Great Melee Festival, and which places they visited... There is no precise number, but I just tried so many places but failed, so it’s almost time to find the right place now, right?”

The prison city is quite big, with all kinds of alleys spread out like spider webs. In order to hide their whereabouts, the believers of the ancient god will even deliberately wander around in some places to create an illusion.

Most of Fenmu's time just now was wasted by these fake locations, which made him very angry.

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I finally found it! Fenmu hid in the alley, looking at an old house fifty meters away.

Someone was watching the surrounding situation cautiously by the window on the second floor, and a fanatic in a robe was also guarding the door of the house.

It was already dusk at this time, and Fenmu did not rush to take action. He patiently waited until the sky turned dark before starting his action.

There was no need to pay attention to the guard at the door. He was still somewhat confident in his own skills. Using the darkness as a cover, Fenmu easily reached the blind spot of the sentry's perspective and climbed to the top of the building silently.

Taking advantage of the gap when the guard at the window turned his head, Fenmu drank a bottle of [Cat Potion], landed on the window sill with light steps, took out a rag smeared with stupor, and restrained him in a strongman's posture. The sentry turned his back, and the strong smell of coma quickly pushed his consciousness into the abyss of coma.

Very good, no one has noticed, 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.

Fenmu stripped off all the belongings of the sentinel believer, such as his religious robes and some tokens, etc., packed them all away, and used them as equipment for killing monsters.

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

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At the same time, Hecate also happened to get into the religious gathering place, and her progress was faster than Fenmu's. She had sneaked into the underground wine cellar early and quietly watched the ridiculous behavior of the group of fanatics.

This so-called pagan is very good at winning over people's hearts. He first lets the believers express their expectations and unfulfilled experiences to arouse the resonance of others, and then the speaker loudly preaches, My God can feel your pain. Get it, your wishes will come true for you!

Then these believers truly believed it, chanting those weird syllables and spells, and the entire underground wine cellar was enveloped in a weird atmosphere.

There seemed to be a ghostly grin hidden in the flickering firelight.

The sacrificial circle is very complete, and the structure is perfect. It might be successful, but the spiritual energy leyline here is not active. It's probably impossible to invite the gods. It's possible that there will be dependents. possible.

Although she was disappointed, the Witch of Desire did not leave, because the relatives summoned by this shabby sacrificial ceremony were all incomplete and weak in body and strength.

If you can seize this moment and kill them, you might be able to get good materials. Even if you don't use them, you can barter them in some black market exchanges.

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

The power of the Dark Elf Queen made his aura concealment effect excellent. A few days ago, he deceived Hecate under the pit, but now Hecate also has the aura concealment, so Fenmu He couldn't tell who this person was, so he thought he was a whistleblower hiding near the wine cellar.

After the attentive Fenmu noticed this sneaky believer of the false god, he secretly rejoiced:

Fortunately, I was careful when I came down, otherwise I would have been discovered by this secret sentry. These heretics must have been too careful. They were already preparing for the ceremony. They also placed a person nearby to keep an eye on them, and this person's Does your strength seem unusual?

He repeated his old tricks, silently approaching the hidden whistle behind him, hugging the other person's body with one hand, and stupefyingly driving you away with the other hand.

Um? This fanatic has a strong figure! She was big-breasted and waisted, and she was wearing a coarse linen robe.