Being a lord in another world begins with farming

Chapter 429 Carnival Banquet
While the mass chaos erupted in Midtown, Uptown still lived a life of leisurely luxury, as stable and comfortable as living in a glass jar.

Every resident here is a born superior. They live in luxurious residences and live the life that Midtown residents dream of. They can easily decide the life and death of many people. The seven drow matrons at the top of Mithril City's ruling hierarchy.

Mithril City's important geographical location allows countless wealth to automatically gather. Even if it is just taxing, it is enough for the seven drow matrons who control all this to live a luxurious life that is unimaginable to ordinary people, and they become more and more perverted and violent, often with a The carnival banquet lasted for ten days and a half, and consumed a large amount of fine wine, delicacies and high-quality slaves. It is not an exaggeration to describe it as a wine pool and a forest of meat. King Zhou called it an expert when he saw it.

It is now the time when the seven drow matrons are holding a carnival banquet to compete with each other. In the most luxurious and extravagant hall in Mithril City, delicacies from all over the earth and the earth are placed casually and carefully in various places. There, guests are allowed to take unlimited amounts, and well-trained servants will replace the steaming delicacies at any time, even if these carefully prepared delicacies have only become slightly cold.

The wine that is more precious to the underground world is used to fill the finely crafted fountains, so that the intoxicating aroma of the wine becomes more intense in the air, making the guests involuntarily raise the golden wine glass to drink to their heart's content and enjoy the feast .

However, these are only the most basic embellishments for the carnival feast. The focus of each feast is not the food and drink that can only satisfy the stomach, nor is the gorgeous dress and matching accessories that are different every time for each drow matron. Accessories are not used as consumables or as charming, handsome or strong slaves, but as enough stimulation.

The seven drow mistresses who control the Mithril City Council are really boring, because controlling the upper level is controlling everything, and they don't need to bother to manage everything in the city. In fact, they only need to order to kill the unsightly The unlucky ones, or put forward their own whimsical requirements, someone will naturally do everything, and all they have to do is to fill their own emptiness, not only the body, but also the mind.

Therefore, the carnival feast continues to upgrade, from initially tasting rare ingredients and fine wines, to showing off the luxurious jewelry made by dwarf jewelers, to using the best slaves who can see and use them as consumables, from simple enjoyment to boredom This transformation did not take long.

Today's drow mistresses have gotten rid of these low-level interests, because these extravagant lives that are unimaginable in ordinary drow's dreams have become daily routines for the superior drow mistresses like drinking water and eating. Therefore, there are fewer and fewer things that can really make them happy, and they are more and more eager for stimulation, such as this sudden Ratman rebellion.

Mistress Drow doesn't care about the reasons for the Ratmen's rebellion, nor does she care about the damage caused, because as long as Mithril City is still there, everything will be back to normal in a short period of time, the same boring and boring, so if you can give them a boring life If they add a little fun, they don't care how many people will be killed or injured in the process, and they don't care what kind of painful price their subordinates have to pay to win, as long as it makes them feel happy, it's all worth it.

But Mistress Drow ignored those green-eyed ratmen and the lower city that never set their eyes on it, so she didn't notice that those poor people in the lower city who they regarded as garbage had become the fel power empire in the underground world Starting fuel and lubricants, this ferocious war machine is ready to show its fangs.

Although the news of the Ratmen's rebellion was received, the carnival feast did not stop. On the contrary, music and dancing continued, and even the scene of Midtown was projected into the main hall for the guests to enjoy, adding to the increasingly boring feast. some fun.

It's a pity that not every drow is in the mood to appreciate this. For example, many who own a large number of industries in the central city have stiff smiles and cover their chests from time to time. If it weren't for the high cost of disturbing the drow mistress to enjoy the excitement, they would have long ago The army was called in to launch a massive rodent eradication campaign.In fact, they are pretty good. After all, every drow has a huge amount of wealth accumulated over a long period of time. All they have lost so far is just a pain in their bodies, far from breaking their muscles and bones.

However, General Drow, who is in charge of guarding the safety of the upper city, doesn't even have time for pain. Now every minute and every second is a kind of torture for him.

No way, when the Ratman started to gather towards the gate of the Upper City, he already knew that he couldn't hold it, because Mithril City's long years of peace, coupled with the long-term stability and prestige of the Upper City, let alone besieged , not even petty theft, so guarding is more of a symbolic meaning. Although the combat power is not bad, but the number is too small to stop the tide of ratmen, so he intends to ask Mistress Drow to give him The right to mobilize more soldiers.

But right now, General Drow can only stand in front of the main hall covered in cold sweat, because his adjutant was just forced in by him to report, but he was poured a cup of carnival potion and cut off his limbs. Worms are constantly wriggling on the ground, leaving the usual liquid through friction, while persistently chasing the beautiful maid in the hall, which has become a little joy in the feast.

Seeing this scene, General Drow sweated even more, but he couldn't leave at all. Now he would rather die on the city wall than stand here.

The reason is simple. If the city wall falls, he will die as a general, but if he does not have the authority to mobilize reinforcements, it will only be a matter of time before the city wall falls.

But if he goes in now, will he become a new insect, or will he gain the mercy of the mistress and get permission to mobilize troops?
No matter how I think about it, I feel that the former is more likely, because his adjutant is the best example.

The Drow general put his hand into his pocket and tried to bribe the Drow weapons master responsible for guarding the hall, but the joking look in his eyes made him give up the idea of ​​seeking death.

While General Zhuoer was standing in front of the hall, suffering from inner torture, Old One-Eye came to the gate of the upper city under the escort of his loyal men. His cold eyes concealed his inner despair very well.

Old One-Eye never takes chances, and no matter how stupid he is, he knows that the reaction in the upper city cannot be that slow. The only reason is that they have become the pleasure of the drow matron. Maybe he is betting that this time the rat rebellion will be successful. How long does it last.

"Don't underestimate the mouse. No matter how magnificent the castle is, it will collapse under the claws of the mouse." The old one-eyed muttered to himself, and at the same time, the madness in his heart had broken through the cage of reason. The price, whether it is the drow mistress, the fel ratman, or those who leaked information, even if it dies, it will not make it easy for the other party, and it will die vigorously, so it must not be like a mouse in the gutter!
(End of this chapter)