After hearing Aaron say this, Reynold narrowed his eyes slightly, glanced at Aaron, then turned his head to look at Alice and Garcia, and then slowly put away his giant sword and restrained the surging aura of cult.

"Don't worry, as a mercenary, I am still very trustworthy. Besides...Gad is my friend, so his friend is half of my friend..."

Speaking of this, he laughed boldly, and his hearty laughter made people feel that he was more like a rough, scheming strong man.

"Boy, I can't explain this to you. You may have doubts about me, but I did not think about doing this, because one more you or one less you are not important to the Tower of Moon."

At this time, Ruoschia also explained to Aaron in a low voice and returned control of his extraordinary abilities.

"But be careful, the drow elf on the ground has woken up."

When Aaron heard the reminder, he couldn't help but feel a stir in his heart. He glanced at the Drow elf who seemed to have no change. After thinking about it, he said slowly: "If you can't get up again, you won't have to get up."

As soon as he said this, Aaron felt a little regretful.

He forgot that he could not speak the Drow Elf at all, and he used the common language of the surface continent. How could this Drow Elf understand it?

However, unexpectedly, the Drow Elf, who was originally unconscious, stood up in a mess at this time, shouting in a stiff vernacular: "Okay, OK."

In an instant, the atmosphere on the field changed again.

Aaron and Reynold stared at the Drow elf in front of them with expressionless faces. Garcia took a few steps back imperceptibly, but Alice's eyes flashed and she didn't say anything.

This drow elves actually know the common language in the mainland?

That means, can he understand Aaron’s communication just now?

That means...

Ruoschia said with some regret: "It seems that the underground historical story is still waiting for Gad."

Feeling the murderous intent that was coming to his face, the drow elf stammered: "Don't kill me, I'm useful, I escape, patriarch, betrayal, god..."

Reynold's treatment method seems to be particularly unique. Just because he is now recovering from a serious illness, it is hard to imagine that he had almost half his breath for a quarter of an hour ago.

Of course, he was forcibly stimulated to his vitality at this time, and could only try to spit out a few words intermittently, trying to make the final struggle.

The patriarch, betrayal, god...

Aaron's pupils shrank, and he felt an inexplicable uneasiness in his heart.

These three words seem so ordinary, but if combined into one place...

The meaning of this seems to be a little more than Aaron imagined.

It's really confusing.

A god who encourages believers to betrayed by his group of betrayalers?

Reynold's face suddenly sank, and he suddenly thought that Gad had mentioned to him about the situation in the underground world before.

And now it seems that Gaide was likely to know the inside story at that time.

That is to say...

Reynold couldn't help but look back and look in the direction of Wild Grass Town, as if he could see the Ged who raised his glass to signal to him.

Gad had foresaw this scene today?

Or, in order to beware of the situation that might happen tonight, Gad asked him to protect these three people and Ruscia?

But Ruoschia was silent and didn't say a word for a long time.

On the other side, looking at the reaction of Aaron and others, the drow elf seemed to feel hope and continued to say with a stumble: "Class leader, I have released it before, the demon worm, let me run away."

Not long ago, in Panshen Village, a demon worm emerged from the sky. Unfortunately, he was severely injured by Panshen's move, and his whereabouts seemed to be unknown in the end.

When Aaron heard the words of the Drow Elf, his anxiety became higher and he couldn't help but look at the Drow Elf again.

It was not until this time that Aaron vaguely realized that the Drow elf in front of him seemed to have an indescribable weirdness.

"He should be a mixed-race species, a half-elf. Pay attention to his fingers and joints. The joints of the elf are relatively thinner than those of humans, but his joints and skeletons are generally thicker."

The experienced Ruoschia explained calmly at this time, but her tone still showed suspicion.

"Wait, even if the entire family is about to be destroyed, why do you have to escape an elf? "

For longevity species like elves, their emphasis on bloodline has reached a point of perverted and paranoid, which is far more traditional than the most stubborn and conservative nobles in humans.

If we say that in the human kingdom, the so-called bloodline, except for the real extraordinary bloodlines such as beast blood or warlocks, the rest of the bloodlines were all acquired by humans themselves later.

It is just to give the family's glory a better place.

But for the elves kingdom, bloodline has almost become something sacred and inviolable.

Pure-blooded elves should be elves, while half-elves, or non-pure-blooded elves, should not be elves, and should not even live in the settlement of elves.

Not to mention the blood of half of other races flowing in the body, even one quarter, one eighth, and one sixteenth, as long as it adds dirt to the bloodline that the elves think is pure and flawless, it will become the sinners of the elves.

Of course, such an attitude only exists in extreme pure bloodists.

But even if not, the elves usually have a vague attitude towards half-elves.

The patriarch of the Drow Elves must be a female patriarch according to the characteristics of the matriarch of the Drow Elves.

When she was facing the impending extermination of the entire family, she certainly had to think about preserving the family's fire.

But the question is, why did this patriarch give away an impure-blooded male drow elf at any cost?

If you want to give it, you should also give a pure-blooded female drow elf, right?

Everyone present, who knew a little about it, thought of this layer at the same time, and the eyes of looking at the drow elf became more complicated.

Is this a lie? Or the truth?

According to common sense inference, the words he said should be more credible at this time.

But the truth sounds particularly ridiculous and does not match people's impression of the Drow Elves at all.

"What is your relationship with the patriarch?"

Aaron couldn't help but say something more.

In his heart, there was a vague guess.

Speaking of this, the Drow Elf obviously became reluctant and continued stammeringly: "Love...love."

It was pitiful that with the fire, Aaron could actually see a hint of shy blush on his dark skin.
Chapter completed!