"Nice to meet you. Drow half-elves are rare anywhere."

Drow, that is, dark elves, rarely come to the surface, and they also regard half-elves as a shame for elves. Compared with half-elves with high elf blood, drow half-elves are even rarer.

"What do you call it?"

"Naivara, this is the name my human father gave me. You don't want to know the name of an elf. It's too lengthy."

Pei Renli shrugged:

"Sorry, what I meant was, what is the name of your resistance organization? After all, there are so many resistance organizations in the Republic of Tula that I really can't tell them apart."

As soon as these words came out, the tense atmosphere in the cellar became more intense, and some people even pulled out their weapons.

Navarre stared at Perenli, as if trying to read clues from his face.

"Free Spark."

"Good name."

"Thanks."

Navarre made a gesture to sit down:

"Have we been exposed anywhere before?"

"No, it's just that when the guards came into the city last night, I saw someone in the cellar running out to investigate."

Pei Renli pointed to the map on the table:

"Coupled with this and your sneaky attitude, it's hard to guess."

Navarre turned his head and glared at the fox-man by the wall, making him tremble with fright and to the effect that he would settle the score later.

"I heard everything you just said."

Pei Renli glanced at the ceiling. There was a magic circle emitting a faint spiritual light. The light seemed very dim, which was equivalent to a standby state.

"Exquisite elf technology, perfect eavesdropping runes."

After making a casual polite comment, Pei Renli said:

"In that case, we won't introduce ourselves. What's the point of asking the hotel aunt to call us here?"

"Are you good at getting straight to the point?"

"After all, time is limited."

Navarre tried:

"I think your guess is entirely possible, and I think the guards may also be aiming at me."

"No wonder we encountered many interrogations by guards along the way."

"After all, I am quite a celebrity in the government of the Republic of Tula."

"So, you want to hire us?"

"I have this idea."

"But please allow me to refuse."

"An expected answer."

Navarre waved, and the younger brother next to her sent a letter. She pushed the envelope to Pei Renli:

"The guard's blockade is too tight and we may not be able to leave. I would like to ask you to send this letter to Port Fallon. Go to a grocery store on Fourth Avenue and tell the boss that it was sent by the woodcutter. He

You will be paid."

Perrenli did not borrow the letter immediately, but said:

"Aren't you afraid of me snitching on you?"

"It won't do you foreigners any good if you really tell the truth. Officials of the Republic of Tula will embezzle even the bounty. Believe me, I'm a local."

Navarre smiled:

"I would like to hire you to take off the mayor's head, but you adventurers will not be enemies of the government."

"As you said."

"So I just hope you can send me a letter."

She said with some profound meaning:

"If you can get out..."
Chapter completed!