Don't call me evil god

Chapter 937 Abnormal Building
It turns out.

It is too easy to deceive a gray dwarf who is not very smart and has little knowledge.

In just a few words, Gray was lost in the crowd's booing.

There is free good news to enjoy, and the quality is the best. Gray even wants to recognize Dolan, who threatens to pay the bill, as his godfather.

Thick blue-purple smoke gradually filled the room.

Immersed in the enjoyment, Gray soon lost himself in the spiritual pleasure that the gospel brought him. He half-lying on the stone bed, occasionally uttering a few inexplicably comfortable moans.

“Oh…ah…oh!!”

Everyone turned a blind eye to Gray's appearance.

The wizard skillfully cast the [Purifying Breath] on his companions to prevent them from being affected by this mysterious and strange thing.

Then they all came forward calmly and carefully examined this strange powder that was said to be made by the dark elves.

The "Gospel" looks like a pile of dark brown particles, and there is nothing unusual on the surface when it is not ignited.

There is no special smell and no attractive characteristics.

Lancelot carefully picked out a few grains with his fingers and examined them carefully with a frown:

“It doesn’t look like it was formed naturally.”

“It looks like it’s been ground.”

After he finished speaking, he exerted a little force, and the gospel particles in his hand were immediately crushed into finer powder and slid through his fingers.

"Damn it, how is this thing related to magic addiction?"

Gail couldn't help but complain.

The things that mages use in their daily lives will often take on some of the aura of the magic web due to the contamination of arcane energy over time.

This kind of aura can basically only be detected by powerful spellcasters who are familiar with the magic network. Sometimes, it is also the basis for them to determine whether someone is casting spells nearby.

But the gospel particles before everyone have no similar properties.

When it's not lit, it looks so ordinary.

Gale wanted to rub an arcane spark to ignite it, but just as he raised his hand, he suddenly reacted:

"wrong!"

"You can't cast spells in this place!"

He almost forgot that this opium den was now equivalent to an "arcane bomb" with an extremely active magic network and abundant arcane energy.

All it lacks is a spark to set it off.

Even if the arcane sparks were casually created by the spellcaster and could not even be considered a trick, they could still blow the entire building up.

Helplessly, he took the flint provided nearby for igniting the gospel, rubbed it back and forth twice, and the sparks that flew out quickly ignited the gospel particles.

The particles emit a slightly mysterious blue-purple glow when burning, which is exactly the same color as the smoke produced when gray dwarves such as Gray smoke inhale.

Several mages present, especially Pete and Gale, immediately noticed the subtle changes in the surrounding environment.

The scattered arcane energy in the surroundings seemed to be attracted by something and gathered towards these mysterious gospel particles.

Think for a moment.

Pete was the first to react:
"No wonder this thing makes the gray dwarves addicted to magic!"

Although the gray dwarves have the so-called magic immunity, this so-called "immunity" is actually that their bodies have a certain rejection effect on arcane energy, which makes almost all magic automatically ineffective when approaching them.

But if there is some external object that attracts the arcane energy dissipated in the surrounding environment, and the intensity exceeds the rejection of the gray dwarf's own physique.

The arcane energy could still flow smoothly into and wash over their bodies.

Even if the effect is not good, as long as the time span is extended to more than ten years or even decades, it is not difficult to form an addiction.

These gospels have the effect of "attraction".

Gray dwarves suck the gospel.

The blue-purple smoke was inhaled into their bodies.

Along with it, a surge of arcane energy rushed in.

Gradually, imperceptibly, it had an inevitable impact on them.

Thinking of this, Pete tilted his head and signaled Reina.

He had figured out how the gospel worked. Now he had to investigate who made it and for what purpose it was sold in large quantities to the gray dwarves!
Reina understood.

The figure quickly and quietly disappeared into the shadows.

For this kind of mission of spying on intelligence and investigating buildings, the stalker is undoubtedly the most suitable person.

……

The body is wrapped in shadows, walking quietly in the shadows.

Reina moved quietly, not attracting anyone's attention.

Before they walked into the opium den, the structure of the building looked extremely simple from the outside.

It is just a low one-story bungalow.

As soon as you enter the door, you will see the public area for smoking Gospel. It is a mixed crowd and very noisy. The groans and groans of people who are enjoying the smoke are intertwined with the rough boasting and cursing. From time to time, the gray dwarves will fight with each other because of a few quarrels.

Going deeper, there are private rooms of different sizes and scales. These are high-end areas that require more money to enter.

Reina intended to explore deeper into the building.

There are more "services" here for those who can pay.

For example, a slave servant who obeys orders and does whatever they say.

Such as better boutique gospel.

And even various other additional services.

anyway.

If you want to supply these things, you need to have corresponding reserves.

Living quarters for slaves to live, rest, clean and dress;

A warehouse or storehouse for storing fine gospels;
Etc., etc.

Many important clues are often hidden in inadvertent details.

But what puzzled Reina was.

The structure of the psychedelic smoking den was simpler than she had imagined.

Not long into the building, Reina discovered that she had reached the end of the building.

What appeared before her was a stone wall.

She didn't see any of the expected warehouse, lounge, kitchen and other rooms.

"basement?"

Because her father once ran a tavern, Reina had some basic knowledge about the structure of these places.

It was not uncommon to rely on cellars to store supplies.

It also reduces the risk of being visited by thieves.

In a sense, the basement is also quite suitable for cultists and other people who are not willing to show their true colors to hold gatherings.

Because it is difficult to be discovered.

For various evil and bizarre initiation ceremonies and sacrificial acts, basements are often their first choice.

Maintaining a stable [Stealth] state, Reina concentrated her mind and walked around the psychedelic smoking den again.

however.

She still found nothing.

No cellar!

The structure of this opium den is shockingly simple, yet strangely abnormal!
"It doesn't even have a warehouse. Where are all the fine gospels sold to the dwarves stored?!"

"It can't be a temporary birth, right?"

Reina even doubted herself, wondering if she had missed some details and failed to discover the hidden underground structure because she was not careful enough.

"No! No! Something must be wrong!"

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(End of this chapter)