Diary of the Improper Monster Girl Transformation.

Chapter 281: Betrayal of the City-State (4K plus 88 89)
Malagas Moore.

A dark elf city-state hidden deep in the underground caves of the underworld.

With a spider-web-like group of obsidian spires as the core, a strange order spreads under the dark dome.

Yes, there is order here and the discipline is very strict.

Among the residents of the dark elf city-state, there are often three types of people.

Merchants who came here to trade with foreign countries, “no returnees” who hid here to escape from being hunted down by others, and… slaves.

The dark elves are xenophobic, but they do not reject the arrival of merchants.

As long as you can be more cunning than these insidious and cunning guys, you can earn quite a lot of profits from them and their equally dangerous friendship.

It's dangerous here, but the profits are also very high.

Businessmen are profit-driven, and many of them are willing to sacrifice their lives for the sake of profit.

Those businessmen who wanted to get rich quickly entered this dark territory with rare treasures and various materials from all over the world, with a desire for profit and curiosity about the unknown.

They traded with the dark elves cautiously, and every exchange seemed like a test on the edge of darkness and light.

Of course, among these merchants, slave traders lived the best.

Not only can they sell surface slaves at high prices, they can also buy slaves unique to the underworld from the dark elves.

Between buying and selling, enjoy it twice, don’t be too happy!
Secondly, there are the "no returnees" who hide here to escape from being hunted down by others.

The homeless person literally means a wanderer with no place to go.

Most of them are criminals and bandits who were forced to flee to this forgotten corner of the world because they committed various crimes or offended powerful forces.

They lingered in the corner of the city-state, always on guard against possible pursuers.

For other cities, they are destabilizing factors that need to be eliminated and will be guarded by guards at all times.

But for the dark elves, they would rather these guys make mistakes and then be captured and enslaved by them.

Correct.

The last and most miserable group in the dark elf city-state are the slaves.

As dark elves who rely on slavery for their survival, they are very good at enslaving and torturing slaves.

Driven by the dark elves, the slaves were engaged in various heavy labors.

Without dignity, without freedom, one can only silently endure the torture of fate in the darkness.

If they are lucky, they will be chosen by a dark elf to be their "playmate".

If you are unlucky, you will be picked up by a dark elf and become their "playmate", ending your miserable life early.

This city-state is like a huge stage where three groups of people with different destinies interweave a twisted and dark story.

Of course, above all the residents are the real masters of the city - the dark elves.

For Malagas, it was the Moore family.

This ancient dark elf family has ruled here for thousands of years.

There are not only dark elves in the underworld, but also other dangerous races!
Beholders, shadow dragons, underground dwarves... other races are equally strong, and their strength is no less than that of the dark elves.

In the beginning, when the Dark Elves who were defeated in the racial struggle were exiled here, they were united.

They drove out the original race and took up a place in this dark space.

But once they settled down, the dark elves' instincts drove them to infighting.

The Dark Elves are not a monolithic group. There is deep hatred between the various branches. They need to be on guard against other clans at all times, and even be careful of their own clan members stabbing them in the back in an attempt to seize power.

As a result, the clan alliance of the dark elves was disbanded, and they scattered to various corners of the dark region, occupying one area after another.

Before the emergence of the "Great Mistress of Psychic Power" who can truly command all the Dark Elves, these Dark Elves with betrayal flowing in their blood are destined to fight on their own and scatter throughout the dark realm.

The Moore family was one of these clans. They came here and named it "Malagas Moore".

In Ancient Elvish it means "the eternal prison of the Shadow Weaver".

To be fair, the Moore family is not the most powerful clan and their foundation is not very deep, but they have never been defeated.

Although the matriarchs of the family have changed one after another, and the sharp blade of betrayal has pierced the chests of relatives time and time again, the Moore family still stands here.

They fought off other dangerous races that tried to destroy them, and eventually occupied this area and gained a firm foothold.

"Be strong in betrayal, live forever in the shadows." This is the clan motto of the Moore family, and what they believe is the source of their strength.

As for other races near the city-state of Malagas, the fear of them has long been deeply engraved in their souls.

Therefore, the public security in Malagas is unexpectedly good.

After all, few people would choose to cause trouble in a place where the lord's power is extremely high.

……

Whoosh—pop!

The sound of the whip breaking through the air tore through Theresa's trance and brought her consciousness back to reality.

The captain of the guard, who had lost an arm on the road, whipped his left hand.

Snapped!
"Come on!"

However, because his left hand was not used to it, his movements looked crooked and not as fierce as before, but rather a bit funny.

Some of the other guards couldn't help but sneer and mixed into the group of slaves.

"Tsk, damn it!"

The guard leader obviously knew that everyone was laughing at him. His expression became even more sinister and he shouted angrily, "Hurry up! Don't dawdle!"

"Go into the city and rest for a while now, don't think you are completely safe!"

He grinned at the thoughtful expressions of some slaves and rubbed salt into their wounds: "You guys think this is the end? You think too much!"

"But not everyone is lucky enough to stay here. Hehe... a large number of you will be bought by buyers from other city-states."

The captain of the guards' words obviously irritated some slaves, and their expressions showed a hint of fear.

They didn't want to be slaves, but they didn't want to die even more.

Although the dark elves are cruel and sadistic, at least they don't like to eat humans.

"No, no, no! You can't do this to me! I have money! I really have money!!!"

At this moment, a slave in the team suddenly shouted at the caravan owner's carriage, trying to attract the man's attention in this way.

He rushed out of the team dragging the chain, and shouted to the carriage and the dark elf city-state guards who were watching this place with interest:
"Really! I'm really rich! Lots and lots of money."

"Don't you want money? I can give it to you!!!"

This is a former slave trader.

After being robbed by other caravans, he decisively chose to keep a low profile and blended in with the slave group.

He knew too well how other businessmen would treat guys like him. They would simply torture them madly, squeeze out all the value, and then throw them away.

He didn't want to die. For this reason, he had endured the entire journey, and only shouted loudly after arriving at the city-state.

If the caravan owner is willing to cooperate, he is also willing to pay a high ransom in exchange for his freedom.

And if the other party is unwilling, he can only pin his hopes on other greedy guys.

As long as the price is high enough, someone will be tempted!
The merchant shouted, trying to attract the attention of others in the city-state: "Five hundred gold coins! No, one thousand! One thousand and five hundred gold coins!"

Finally, as if moved by his sincerity, the curtain of the carriage, which had been silent all the way, was slightly lifted.

Although I couldn't see what was inside clearly, it seemed to have proved the other party's intention.

The other party is interested! ?
There is a play!

Have the opportunity!
The businessman was shocked and continued to add chips: "As long as you can let me go, I am willing to pay 2,000 gold coins, a manor, and..."

whoosh-

A beam of light flew out from under the curtain at an extremely fast speed and instantly reached the merchant's eyes.

boo.

The next moment, without any warning, accompanied by a slight sound, the slave's head exploded like a watermelon hit the ground.

thump.

The man's headless body fell heavily to the ground, and the red and white substance flowing out of his head spilled all over the ground.

The curtain of the carriage fell, and the people inside did not speak, as if they had just casually crushed a bug.

"what!"

"Ahhh-"

There were sudden cries of surprise, and the slaves, frightened by this scene, automatically stepped back and looked at the carriage in fear.

The scene before them once again reminded them that there was someone who could truly decide their life or death.

The terrifying existence of the wizard has been wreaking havoc in this world for too many years, causing most lives to have the fear of spellcasters engraved in their blood.

Even the city gate guards who had been watching the show before put away their joking expressions and looked at the carriage seriously.

The other party turned out to be a spellcaster, and his level might be quite high!
At least a mid-level, or possibly even a high-level spellcaster!
And, the most important point is that the opponent can cast spells in the dark area!
This means that the person in the carriage is a native of the dark area!
As the saying goes, a strong dragon cannot overwhelm a local snake.

But what if this powerful dragon is actually a local tyrant?

The guards at the city gate quickly made their own judgment. After a symbolic inspection, they took the initiative to make way.

He also bowed slightly when the carriage passed by to express his respect for the caster.

Theresa witnessed all this without any special feelings. She just followed the team numbly.

But Quinna, who was standing beside her, frowned tightly when the caravan master cast the spell, as if she was doubting something.

"This feeling, could it be that I guessed wrong before?"

Quinna's whisper flowed into Theresa's ears, but the village girl did not ask or think about it.

Theresa had given up thinking.

Anyway, Quinna wouldn't explain anything to a country girl like her who knew nothing.

Even the previous "knight" was not explained to her clearly, leaving her with no explanation but letting her care about it all the time.

When the team passed through the city gate, the stench from the slave area first invaded their noses, making the slaves, who were already dirty, feel sick.

Soon, they saw the source of the smell - a group of slaves of various races working.

The bronze collars on the underground orcs' necks collided with the dwarfs' shackles, making crackling sounds. They hunched over to transport ore in the lava forge. If they were a little slower, they would be burned by the electrified iron whip in the supervisor's hand.

Is that their future?
The slaves thought, but soon became numb again.

It has come to this point. Instead of thinking about it anymore, I might as well save some energy and have a good rest.

Theresa was one of these insensitive people—until Quinna found her again.

The girl's shoulders slumped slightly, and Quinna put her lips to her ear and whispered, "If the situation changes, you must be ready to come with me at any time and follow my instructions when the time comes."

Theresa: Huh?
What are you doing?
You didn't run when you could before, so why are you ready to run now that you've entered the city?

The village girl didn't understand this.

Quinna held Theresa's wrist and moved her fingers slightly, and the shackles that had been opened once before were unlocked again.

The woman who called herself a "knight" did not explain too much, but just whispered: "Ever since I entered this city, I have had a bad feeling in my heart."

"This place may be even more corrupt than I expected!"

She shook her head slightly, then asked hopefully, "By the way, can your eyes cast that kind of spell again?"

"It's the same spell you used to turn the shadow bats into stone. If it still works, our chances of escaping will be much greater!"

And Theresa's response was—Huh? Me?
The village girl is confused.JPG
What, what spell?
what are you talking about?

……

……

Prison without light.

"Humph, you're finally here! Let's go, you've kept me waiting for a long time!"

"Remember, I went there only because you insisted that I accompany you... not a single drop of that holy blood can be lost!"

After saying that, the vampire lady raised her chin and snorted arrogantly: "You guy, don't you know that it is really rude to make a lady wait?"

"Impolite?"

Herbert looked at Eliza, who was getting ready to go and pretending to be reluctant, but with a hint of expectation in her eyes, and suddenly smiled strangely.

Then he thrust his hand under her skirt and shouted, "What do you have in there? Take it out!"

Eliza: !!?

"what you do!!?"

Eliza didn't expect Herbert to make such a sudden and rude attack without any warning.

She wanted to stop him, but was restrained by the chain around her neck, and her whole body was instantly unable to move. She could only watch Herbert grab the secret hidden under her skirt.

"Wow, it's actually this kind of toy! It's really hard to tell."

Herbert grabbed a palm-sized girl doll from under Eliza's skirt, glanced at it casually, and then threw it aside without thinking.

"You're such a grown-up kid, still playing this?"

"Just play, why are you bringing this with you when you go out? It's gone, you're not allowed to bring toys with you when you go out!"

Eliza: ???

"Herbert! You!?"

(End of this chapter)