Chapter 935: Shocking Gray for a Hundred Years
Ever since this strange slave caravan came to the Deep Region.

Gray had a feeling.

His fate seemed to have shifted subtly without his knowledge.

Although caravans are rare in the Deep Region, they do exist.

Every once in a while, there would be a caravan that was willing to take huge risks and try to dig for gold in the Deep Region.

Most of them will die here.

But this caravan gave Gray a different feeling.

When he first met them, Gray always felt something was wrong.

Later, he witnessed Brandon killing the minotaur with one sword.

Gray finally reacted.

This team is so confident!

When other caravans came to places like the Deep Region, they all treated it as if they were facing a formidable enemy. They were extremely cautious and tried to keep a low profile as much as possible, for fear of provoking some dangerous existence and coming back alive but not returning alive.

But the attitude of this strange slave caravan was very strange. Although they were also very cautious, they did not have the nervousness of being afraid of “going there and never coming back”!
Gray had to admit that these guys had enough strength to support their confidence.

Any guard can single out and easily defeat the Minotaur.

This is not someone that an ordinary caravan can afford to hire!
But when he arrived at the Limoen settlement and saw caravan guards holding thunder and blowing themselves up, while others seemed to not care at all, Gray finally realized the problem!

Your companions were blown to pieces in front of you, and you don’t even feel sad?
They are not caravan guards at all; they are clearly a group of ruthless people who don’t even care about their own lives!
Gray realized this.

He immediately and sincerely decided to cut off ties with Hugo’s caravan.

He is just a guide, and he basically only knows the route from the Paisi settlement to the Limoen settlement and back. Other things have nothing to do with him!

As a result, plans cannot keep up with changes.

How come he was dragged into the opium den of the Limoen settlement by the caravan in a daze after just a few words? !
……

Smoking den.

This place has nothing to do with Gray.

There is no other reason.

Gray is too poor!
In the deep regions, especially in the settlements of the gray dwarves.

The things they use as currency are many and varied.

The most important one is a kind of silver coin minted by the gray dwarves themselves. It has no craftsmanship and is simply circulated among them.

Sometimes they would use another type of silver coin forged by the dwarves of Stonehold, usually to settle monthly supply transactions with the dwarves.

As for the gold, silver, copper coins, or other currencies of the Kingdom of Reyak, they are basically not recognized here. At most, estimates are made based on the value of the metal itself.

Apart from the first time, for poor gray dwarves like Gray in the Pais settlement, barter is still a very popular way of trading.

Because most of the time, Gray didn’t have even a coin in savings.

When Gray walked into this smoking house called “The Psychedelic Room”, he felt a little intoxicated just by smelling the incense filling the air!
He had heard other gray dwarf friends brag about it.

The blessings provided by this place are all the dark elves, no, they are the fine products specially made by the bastards.

The experience of smoking it is completely different from the cheap gospel they can buy!
Even just a whiff of this second-hand good news can make one feel ecstatic.

of course.

The price of this gospel is also staggeringly high.

The most ordinary and cheapest one in the psychedelic room only provides a chair, and a small group of refined gospels also charge 2 silver coins.

The more advanced ones could have a half-lying stone bed, and in addition to the gospel, they would also prepare a small dish of snacks that tasted much better than the black porridge they usually ate, and the cost was as high as 5 silver coins. Gray had only heard of the most advanced ones.

It is said that there are separate private rooms, individually prepared fine gospel, unlimited snacks, and… several slaves serving at the side!

A king-level enjoyment!
These things used to only exist in Gray’s imagination.

But this time I have the chance to experience it myself?
Gray didn’t dare say anything.

He watched as a large group of people from the caravan led him into the tobacco shop, and then used their half-familiar dwarven language to speak and gesture to try to communicate with a dark elf who came forward to him in the tobacco shop:
“We want to experience the gospel!”

“The higher the quality, the better!”

“Price is not an issue, we are not short of money!”

This dark elf looks quite young, with a proud body shape unique to his race, with curvy bodies that are curvy where they should be and slender bodies where they should be slender. He exudes a unique charm in every move he makes.

She was wearing a rather revealing lace-up jumpsuit, the material of which seemed to be the leather of an unknown animal. Large areas of smooth dark skin were exposed between the laces, making the dress look more like a form of fun than practical.

The dark elf could barely understand Gael’s Dwarven language, and a charming smile appeared on his face. Then he responded in the same halting Dwarven language:

“You, want, the gospel?”

“Welcome, you guys.”

“Human, guest, first time, try it, just a little.”

Gray felt helpless as he watched this scene.

Humans and dark elves are talking in dwarven language in the territory of the gray dwarves!
Gail could still speak in complete sentences, though some of his pronunciations were odd.

This dark elf only knew some common words in the Dwarven language, and he spoke them one word after another, leaving the other party to understand the semantic combination.

The key is that the communication between the two sides seems to be going quite smoothly!
After a conversation.

The smile on the dark elf’s face blossomed even more warmly, and she took the initiative to pull the straps on her chest down again, making the already plump pair of breasts ready to come out.

“plz follow me.”

She turned around, twisted her round buttocks and led everyone into the interior of the tobacco shop, and brought them to a quiet room that was quite spacious.

“Here, I want 100 silver coins, or items of equal value.”

Gale looked at Dolan.

The latter touched his arms twice, closed his eyes in pain, and threw a small cloth bag to the dark elf.

“Take it, take it!”

Doran spoke this in the Common Tongue.

The dark elf untied the bag, checked it, and smiled with satisfaction.

“Wait a minute, Gospel, it’s quick.”

Gray watched all this happen in a daze.

His fate seemed to have really changed subtly.

If he wasn’t mistaken.

This should be the most expensive and luxurious private room in the psychedelic opium den that he had heard his friends brag about!
The best gospel!
The best service!
The ultimate enjoyment!
These things—now he can experience them for free, too?!
Just because of the bickering of the caravan guards, a decision was made?!

It shocked him for a hundred years!

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(End of this chapter)