For ordinary people, divine art is given by gods, and outsiders cannot learn it.

Whether it is justice or evil, many people think this is a basic common sense.

But as Roland learned more and more magic and his own level increased, his mental power became stronger and stronger, and he could feel more and more things.

For example, any danger perception and bullet time are just an accompanying effect.

After his mental power is strong, what is really powerful is... He seems to be able to feel the tip of the iceberg when the other party uses magic.

In other words, he vaguely felt the operation route of the spell model, although it was just a few nodes.

But this is a breakthrough.

It is actually not difficult to go from ‘1’ to nine, the difficult thing is from ‘0’ to ‘1’.

The drow elves looked at Roland, remained silent for a while, and said, "Your Excellency, we are using divine art, not magic."

"It doesn't matter if you use the magic technique a few more times." Roland smiled and said, "Don't worry, if I confirm that I can't learn it, I will let you go."

The three drow elves breathed a sigh of relief.

Then, at Roland's request, they kept taking turns using soundproof barrier magic.

No matter when, Roland could only capture a few nodes, but he was not in a hurry. He recorded every time he caught a node and recorded it with the system's own notepad.

These three drow elves have not much magic power. Each person will be able to use the soundproof barrier three to four times. In less than half a day, Roland squeezed out their magic power.

Looking at the three drow elves who were sluggish, Roland smiled and said, "Let's stay in my small building. I have enough food. After you get back to your magic, take your time, I'm not in a hurry."

These three drow elves looked at Roland's smile. For some reason, they had the illusion of seeing the demon.

Next, the three drow elves ate and ate, and placed several soundproof barriers in the middle, and were raised as pigs.

Roland's space backpack contained a lot of food and dry food. After all, for him, there was nothing worth storing, so he subconsciously stuffed a lot of dry food into it. It was purely a kind of game backpack obsessive-compulsive disorder and always wanted to fill it.

Unexpectedly, under such circumstances, a large amount of dry food was put into use.

Over the past ten days, the three drow elves have been very well-behaved.

One aspect is that Roland is indeed stronger than them.

The Drow Elves are a very realistic race, advocating power. After being defeated, they will not do anything randomly if they have no chance of winning.

On the other hand, the dry food that Roland took out really made them eat happily.

Roland always thought that the Drow Elves had something to eat, after all, this was not discussed in the book.

But in essence, the prairie where he is now has no food production.

There are very few animals, and some are also gadgets such as birds and insects.

The kingdom of the Drow Elves was built underground, with less food underground, and most of it was in the hands of the big man.

So many times, the hungry drow elves would run to the surface to find food.

The dry food provided by Roland is all meat... This is a rare delicacy for the Drow elves. Even dry food is a delicacy and can still be eaten with fullness.

So they didn't have the intention to run away at all.

Instead, he became more excited to seduce Roland and wanted to stay by his side.

It's just that Roland was unmoved.

Roland was also wondering. At the beginning, these drow elves were vaguely resistant, but now they are very well-behaved.

Of course, being well-behaved is a good thing.

Then a few more days later, Roland finally wrote down all the magic nodes of the soundproof barrier.

He looked at the dense nodes on the notepad, then smiled at the three drow elves and said, "Okay, you can leave."

As a result, none of the three drow elves moved.

One even said, "Your Excellency, how about we follow you?"

"What are you thinking?" Roland laughed: "The Drow Elf is an evil creature and is considered hostile to us humans. Under normal circumstances, the Drow Elf will be destroyed when entering the human world, unless she wears a slave ring on her neck."

"Then why didn't you kill us?"

Roland thought for a while and said, "I haven't seen you do bad things for the time being and can't do anything. Besides, you didn't want to kill me before, you just wanted to kidnap me, right?"

In fact, Roland's guess is indeed correct. These three drow elves really had the intention of kidnapping Roland and taking it back to the underground kingdom to breed.

The Zoer elves in the matriarchal society, a woman often has three or four husbands, and they have strong self-esteem.

Multiple human husbands are nothing.

And mages have always been their first choice for breeding.

Looking at the three drow elves' expressions of stunned expressions, Roland was about to flick his fingers and teleport away, but suddenly he remembered something, took out a flying knife from his backpack, and said to the drow elves who had thrown his flying knife before: "This is a magic weapon, will you enchant?"

The drow elf nodded, and his eyes flashed with expectation.

And the other two drow elves looked at her jealously.

"Can you teach me enchantment?"

The drow elf nodded vigorously: "Although my enchantment ability is not powerful, I can teach you all the basic knowledge."

"Okay, you stay."

The drow elf was immediately overjoyed, and at the same time she looked at the two partners next to her proudly.

The other two drow elves looked at her angrily, and then left with a very unwilling expression.

Roland asked the drow elf to sit down and said, "Learning enchantment is not within my previous conditions. When you teach me the basics, I will pay you some gold coins."

The Drow Elf smiled and said, "You are very willing to do principle. Compared with our Drow Elf's males, you have too many responsibilities."

Roland had no interest in the drow elves' flattery, and he asked, "How much does it cost to pay?"

"Before that..." The drow elves looked at the cocoon holes on their heads and said, "We have to leave here. I know my tribe so well that they will soon return to the underground kingdom and find relatives and friends to 'enter' us."

Roland was not surprised, he actually considered this: "Then do you have any place to hide your trace?"

The Drow Elf stood up and nodded and said, "Yes. Also, you can call me Milna."

Roland was not a very good person. She followed Milna's persuasion and changed the location. She walked at least thirty kilometers on the grassland, and then drilled into an underground pit.

"I dug this myself. I originally wanted to spend my last time here when I was too old to get the weapon, and it was also my cemetery."

Standing in the round pit, Milna's expression had a strange and weird look.

Roland subconsciously took two steps back. He felt a strange force on Milna just now.
Chapter completed!