Gonfu chuckled and turned sideways to let go of the narrow passage.

Because he was very sure that his daughter had been protected by the lord of the ninth level of Baator Hell, a man who even the gods were careful to treat.

This kind of protection is enough to ensure Lirael's safety from any external threats.

Even if you die accidentally, you will be resurrected afterwards.

Since there is no life-threatening danger, why stop it?

What's more, the Archmage is really interested in metals like Saronite, and has already begun to plan in his mind how to research and utilize it.

For a mage who has reached his level, there is nothing more exciting and thrilling than finding a brand new research topic.

That means you can take a step further on the path of magic.

Lirael noticed the change in her father's attitude, and walked forward cautiously, and stopped when she passed by Gromph, and confirmed again: "Am I really going to enter Menzoberranzan?

"

This time the Archmage just smiled and made a gesture of invitation, as if urging his daughter to hurry over and hand over the promised Saronite.

In the end, the father and daughter completed a secret transaction that no one knew about in a narrow secret passage.

After truly entering the familiar streets of Menzoberranzan, Lirael finally let go of her hanging heart, and began to appreciate with great interest the changes she had made in the years since she left.

The most obvious one is that there are fewer pedestrians on the street.

Perhaps due to the previous outbreak of rebellion, even the gray dwarves and drow merchants were very nervous. They would often raise their heads without warning and patrol the surroundings vigilantly, as if to confirm that there was no danger or abnormal situation nearby.

In addition, the places where noble families live have also stepped up their vigilance, and many have even turned on round-the-clock detection invisible magic circles if conditions permit.

Many of the slaves responsible for cleaning could often be seen in the past, but now they have basically disappeared.

Even in the bustling pubs and hotels, there were only a few scattered people going in and out.

Just when Lirael was about to go to the tavern to find out what happened recently, a big hand suddenly pulled her from the street into a deserted alley.

Out of her subconscious first reaction, she immediately wanted to use magic items to knock the opponent away.

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But after seeing the other party's appearance clearly, the drow girl gave up the idea, and asked with a surprised look on her face: "Drizzt! Why are you here?"

"Shh! Don't make a sound! I've been waiting for you here for a while.",

The ranger put his finger on his lips to silence, then turned his head and stared at the path the other person had just walked.

After about two or three minutes, a man suspected of being a thief emerged from the darkness and carefully checked the temperature of the footprints on the ground.

Obviously, he followed Lirael all the way here.

When Drizzt saw this, he didn't even hesitate for a second. He immediately picked up the girl and ran towards the dripping stalagmite forest not far away, hiding together behind a huge stalagmite.

Accompanied by the sound of dripping water, the running water on the ground quickly took away the remaining warmth when they passed by.

By the time the male drow followed enough, no useful clues could be found.

Although he looked very angry and unwilling, and even searched around for several times, he had no choice but to give up in the end.

When this guy of unknown origin was completely gone, Drizzt breathed a sigh of relief and said to the girl next to him: "Do you know how dangerous you were just now? There are informants everywhere in Menzoberranzan right now. They will

Track every suspicious or unidentifiable outsider. Once targeted, he will be arrested soon."

"What? Are those matrons crazy? Aren't they afraid of causing riots by doing this?"

Lirael's eyes widened in surprise.

You must know that Menzoberranzan is a "big city" with a population of tens of thousands, and there are more than 20,000 adult dark elves who can be counted as warriors.

This does not include the equally staggering number of slaves.

Therefore it needs to consume a lot of food every day.

These mushrooms grown by the city itself cannot be fully satisfied by the Loth beasts raised, and outsiders like the gray dwarf caravans need to provide them.

Especially since the Trade Alliance began to open restrictions to the underground world, many gray dwarf caravans have become second-tier dealers, selling specialties from the Underdark to the surface world, and then selling food, alcoholic beverages and other scarce materials from the surface world to the underground.

City.

Especially the most scarce food, vegetables, fruits and processed meats, are in a state of short supply in various dark elf cities.

After all, the drow matrons all know how much nutritious and sufficient food can greatly increase their own population and strength.

Therefore, in Lirael's view, this kind of behavior that may interrupt trade is tantamount to suicide.

It won't be long before Menzoberranzan's food reserves will be exhausted.

When slaves cannot be provided with enough food to survive, even the most obedient slaves will trigger large-scale riots in order to survive.

"crazy?

Maybe.

Since Lolth fell into silence, riots have broken out twice in Menzoberranzan.

One time it was a slave, and the other time it was a male mercenary suspected of being a follower of Velen.

Today's mistresses are very nervous.

Because they no longer have access to divine magic, they must be extra vigilant to ensure that their rule will not be overthrown."

Drizzt gave the answer straightforwardly.
Chapter completed!