Chapter 139: Gossip and Exploration

"Speaking of which, does Mr. Rod know the situation regarding Mr. Farsad?"

With her gossip heart stirred, the Winged Crystal goblin, Sitti, pulled out a small notebook and asked.

She certainly didn't mean to ask about Farsad's recent mental state, but rather about his relationship status with those two tieflings.

Rod smiled helplessly.

"I was about to ask you; I haven't seen Farsad in a long time."

"Is that so? I thought Mr. Rod must know something."

"Did something happen?"

Sitti closed her small notebook.

Mysteriously, she said, "You don't know, but Mr. Farsad is in a relationship with that male tiefling named Prula."

Rod and Tally exchanged a glance, showing no surprise at all.

"You know?"

Sitti was slightly shocked.

"After all, they aren't exactly hiding it," Rod said with a smile.

"True. Speaking of which, although tieflings are often discriminated against and ostracized in society, elves surprisingly get along well with them; they may realize the discrimination and oppression tieflings endure and strive to view them with a more just and inclusive attitude."

"That doesn't sound like something elves would do."

"Yes, only a small number of elves are good gentlemen like Farsad."

Having said that.

The group arrived at the entrance of the Demon Nest to wait.

Not long after.

They saw Farsad approaching from afar, accompanied by the two tieflings.

"Mr. Rod, long time no see!"

This good gentleman of the elves looked very happy.

However, his condition was not very good.

His clothes were tattered, not to mention his once meticulous hair was now casually tied back, and that wooden staff as tall as a man had been shortened by a section, becoming a short staff.

The two tieflings behind him were in much the same sorry state, their leather armor heavily damaged.

The one named Prula had even had a section of the horns on his head chopped off.

One could imagine that the three of them had had quite a thrilling time recently.

"What happened here?"

Rod expressed his concern.

A look of relief was in Farsad's smile as he said:

"Recently, I brought them into the Adventurer's Guild; I've been busy for quite some time. These two children have good talent; I can't let them waste away like I did."

"Fars isn't wasting away at all!"

Prula firmly defended his lover.

The female tiefling named Cecile leaned in front of Rod, her monochrome yellow eyes narrowing slightly, revealing a brilliant smile.

"It's been almost two months; Mr. Rod is still so handsome!"

Rod smiled.

She was a slender, androgynous girl.

Her height only reached his chest, but the strength of her muscles was quite impressive.

Rod could sense the spiritual energy hidden within her.

Unlike her brother Prula, this tiefling was a spiritual warrior.

Two males in the back row, one female in the front row fighting formation?

Exactly the opposite of Rod.

No more idle chat.

The group officially began entering the Demon Nest, entering the final phase of the extermination.

Moving forward.

The demons in the shallow layers were weaker, so the two tieflings handled the cleanup.

Just as Farsad said, their talent was good; in a short time, they had already reached the fifth tier.

"I heard Lady Kali almost caught you."

Watching the familiar coordination of the brother and sister ahead, Rod spoke.

"It was close; Lady Kali is too familiar with my star fate. Even though I tried desperately to hide, it was hard to completely evade her."

Farsad smiled bitterly, his eyes still somewhat wandering.

Actually, several times it was because he and Prula had let loose and failed to maintain the concealment spell.

But these were words he could not say in front of Rod.

Rod's expression turned serious.

"Dark elves; you haven't come into contact with them, have you?"

The elf Kali had mentioned that there was a dark elf aura around Farsad.

They are a greedy and ambitious race of plunderers who believe "what is unseen is not sin," acting ruthlessly and by any means necessary.

Rumor has it that elves once fought side by side to resist the threat of demons, but after the battle ended, some elves, due to differences in faith and conduct, were expelled by the orthodox elves to the underworld, becoming dark elves.

As a friend.

Rod felt it necessary to remind the other party.

Farshad paused for a moment.

Then he looked gently at the Tiefling siblings ahead.

"Mr. Rod, you should know the legend of the Dark Elves, right?"

The Elves once fought side by side to resist the threat of demons, but after the battle ended, some Elves, due to differences in faith and conduct, were expelled by the orthodox Elves to the Underworld, becoming the Dark Elves.

Rod immediately understood what he was implying.

"Related to the Tiefling siblings?"

Farshad nodded: "I cannot say anything else; as a friend, I cannot drag you into this. In short, my goal is completely different from that of the Dark Elves."

Since the person concerned said so.

Rod really found it hard to ask further.

"And Mr. Rod, if you encounter Dark Elves of the Warlock class, deal with them with the aim of driving them away. They worship a Pit Demon Prince, which has granted them nearly indestructible bodies. Once they latch onto you, they are like a festering sore on the bone."

The Elf said with a serious expression.

Not long after.

They entered depths they had never reached before.

After a bout of fierce fighting, they passed an open stone door.

Strange patterns were carved on the stone door, but after the baptism of time, the details could no longer be seen clearly.

Xiti of the Winged Crystal Clan used a notebook to sketch them down.

He looked puzzled.

"How strange; I have never seen this in a demon nest before."

"Could it be that someone once lived here?"

Prula the Tiefling said.

It is hard to imagine a stone door carved by human hands inside a nest full of demons.

As the vanguard, Sehir the Tiefling stepped across the stone door first.

Rod reached out with one hand and immediately pulled her back.

At the same time, a loud, violent scraping sound rang out; a sharp iron spear dripping with fierce poison thrust out from the doorframe, sealing the stone door tightly and nearly piercing Sehir.

Sehir looked as if she had barely escaped a shock.

"How did you notice?" she asked.

"Notice?"

Rod shook his head. "I did not notice; I just needed to be faster than it."

"Mr. Rod is indeed very handsome!"

Hearing this made him greatly amused, and he laughed while patting her head.

"You can do it too; believe Farshad's words; your talents are quite good!"

Tally, meanwhile, smiled brightly on the side, carefully examining Sehir's waist, hips, and chest.

Then.

Rod sliced off these iron spears, after which Farshad used spells to investigate them carefully.

They actually discovered a total of twelve spell traps.

"These are spells from the continent, though very immature, yet their mana has a certain strength; it is like a very strong adult playing with a baby's toy; one slip could trigger a mana backlash."

He paused for a moment.

Then he added: "I suspect the seventh-tier demon inside has already evolved a certain level of intelligence."

"Demons evolving intelligence? Can they have intelligence?"

Prula asked.

As a mage, his knowledge was obviously not comprehensive enough.

"Rather than calling it 'evolution,' it is more accurate to say they have not yet undergone the continent's 'assimilation'."

(End of this chapter)