Chapter 925: Devil Addiction? !
Pete then asked a few more questions about the general situation in the Deep Area.

The answer Ken gave cannot be said to be better than nothing, but it can only be said to be of limited use.

The Paisi settlement is just a small settlement that is close to the big elevator. Apart from that, the gray dwarves living in this settlement are nothing special and their knowledge is very limited. If you want to ask them about more detailed things, they won’t be able to explain it clearly.

At most, it’s just common sense information.

Pete estimated that if he asked any gray dwarf in the Pais settlement, he might get a similar answer.

“Do you know what we are here for?”

After thinking for a moment, Pete pointed at himself, then pointed at a large group of “slaves” sitting on the ground not far away, and asked Ken.

Ken nodded lazily, “I know.”

“The caravan is from the surface. You are here to sell slaves.”

“Aren’t you going to buy it?”

When Ken heard what Pete said, he bared his big yellow, rotten teeth and laughed strangely:

“We buy?”

“How can the Paisi settlement afford to buy live slaves?”

“Those slaves who died of illness, or were killed by minotaurs or other monsters from the Abyss will be sold at the price of fresh corpses. We may consider collecting goods from the entire settlement to buy some of them.”

“Only the clans in the Limoen settlement can afford living slaves. We? Just take a look!”

Pete scratched his head.

If you think about it carefully, there’s really nothing wrong with it.

He walked around the village of Pais and saw with his own eyes what the place was like.

It is so poor and dilapidated that it would be considered a refugee slum if it were on the surface of the earth.

Even if we want to trade with these guys, they don’t seem to have anything valuable to offer.

“How do you usually live?”

Ken took another puff of his pipe, exhaled a large cloud of blue-purple smoke, then turned his head and pointed with his chin to some pink mushrooms drying in the open space in the square next to him.

“Here, those are the things.”

Pete looked closely.

He had seen this thing before coming to the Paisi settlement.

This is what the mystery mushrooms growing on the cliff look like, except that they have been picked now, so they look a little shriveled.

“Collect the mystery mushrooms and let them dry out completely so they lose their vitality.”

“The enchanters in the Limoen settlement will buy a lot of this stuff, and the cheapskates will also buy it.”

“They’ll trade it for food, coins, or this thing.”

Ken showed the pipe in his hand to Pete.

It contained some powder of unknown composition.

“It’s so exciting to smoke. I take a pinch every day and I feel so good!”

“Want a bite?”

Pete shook his head and waved his hands decisively, declining the offer.

Although there are many corrupt nobles and businessmen in the Kingdom of Reyak, especially in the rich western regions, who like to smoke these things that can bring people a spiritual intoxication experience, Pete has always been quite resistant to these things.

He is a mage.

If a spellcaster wants to communicate with the magic network and construct a spell model, he needs a clear brain and thinking.

Touching these things can easily affect the mage’s spellcasting.

Any spellcaster who pursues his own strength basically does not like to touch things that cause mental stimulation.

Ken didn’t say anything more when he saw this. He half-lay on the ground comfortably and took another big puff on his pipe. He looked so happy that he seemed to be quite happy to be rejected by Pete.

I guess he was afraid that if Pete really wanted to share this thing, he wouldn’t have much fun.

Pete shook his head helplessly.

The initial investigation does not look to be going well.

The scale of the Paisi settlement is really too small.

According to their original plan of selling slaves to infiltrate the gray dwarves and dark elves, this place was not even worth “infiltrating”.

They can’t even afford slaves, so they can’t just give them away for free, right?

What’s more, Pete now seriously suspected that the scale of the Pais settlement was so small that it might not have been infiltrated by the cultists at all.

He was about to get up and leave to join the main force.

“Um?!”

Pete suddenly exclaimed in surprise.

He just keenly sensed that something was wrong.

Right near me, the activity level of the magic network has just dropped significantly!
This is very unusual!
After many mages’ in-depth research, there is already a relatively clear theory about the activity level of the magic network.

This thing is mainly affected by the region. For example, the magic network will be more active in places like Spirit Wing Wetlands and Frostfire Plateau, while the opposite is true in places near the Dark Forest, where the magic network is more inert.

The level of activity will be closely related to the caster’s magical effects.

The more active the Weave is, the more arcane energy escapes, the better the spellcasting will be, and the more powerful the magic will be.

Otherwise everything is the opposite.

Of course, a place like the Spirit Wing Wetlands is a special case of “too much is as bad as too little”. The magic network is too active, so the magic effect is so good that it breaks the threshold, forming an alternative “magic ban”.

In addition, the activity of the magic network will be affected by some powerful magical items, such as the large mana crystals used to build wizard towers. When these things take effect, they will also affect the activity of the magic network to a certain extent.

After arriving at the Deep Region, in Pete’s perception, the activity level of the magic network in this area was only at a normal level.

While strolling in the village of Pais, the magic network in this area was indeed more active than on the way here, but Pete just thought it was a coincidence.

After all, places where the magic network is active have a subtle effect such as uplifting people’s spirits, which causes many villages, towns and the like to be unconsciously established in such areas.

But Pete just realized that something seemed wrong!

After the gray dwarf Ken finished smoking the pinch of powder in the pipe in his hand, the activity of the magic network decreased!
What the hell is he smoking?!
He sucked on the main artery of the magic network? !
Pete turned around suddenly in confusion, his eyes fixed on Ken’s pipe.

“Can I take another look at this thing?”

Ken seemed to have just finished orgasming and was in a dazed state. When he heard Pete’s request, he subconsciously handed over the pipe.

Pete carefully approached the end where the powder was filled and looked inside again carefully:

A pile of black powder of unknown composition.

And it doesn’t seem to be filled with the obvious arcane energy like a mana crystal.

Instead, it was like the most common intoxicating drug that even the corrupt nobles on the surface liked to smoke.

“hiss……”

Pete frowned slightly, reached into the bag at his waist, and took out a thumb-sized magic crystal.

next moment.

Ken’s expression changed immediately.

It was a fanatical look filled with desire, greed and excitement!
Even his breathing became rapid unconsciously!
Pete was horrified.

“Magic addiction?!”

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(End of this chapter)