Mount and Blade System: Start from Pioneer Lords

In the camp, red-hot charcoal in a brazier was providing warmth to a tent. This special, almost smokeless charcoal was mostly used by nobles due to its scarcity.

"We Drow elves are just a bit darker in skin, why must we be synonymous with evil?" A Drow priestess, with her hands and feet bound, looked very aggrieved in the warm yellow light: "You surface dwellers have far too many prejudices and discriminations against the elves of the Underdark."

"But I think you Drow priestesses are very spineless," said Flynna with a sneer.

She had no goodwill towards these masterminds who had initiated the attack on the Windwhisper tribe. In this war, she estimated that thousands of her soldiers would die.

Aishe, on the other hand, surprised the lord. Although the beautiful woman also looked resentful, she just sat aside without saying a word, just as she had said, only there to observe.

The lord was holding a quill pen, with a parchment spread on the table, and was sitting with his legs crossed, looking somewhat like the leader of an anti-vice squad:

"Name?"

"Heather, Beth..." The Drow priestesses honestly reported their names one by one.

"Where did you come from?"

Levi pretended to draw two lines on the paper, then looked up at the four.

For a moment, all four were silent.

After a while, the female Drow elf who had been very active earlier and had been answering questions proactively spoke again: "Sir, we come from underground, don't you all know that?"

Levi remembered that this Drow priestess was called Heather, and she was one of the ones whose mouth he had stuffed with a handkerchief.

She was also the youngest and most beautiful of the Drow priestesses.

As a "senior scholar" of knight novels, because the Drow tribe was also a place that the protagonist had to visit in knight novels, the lord knew a little about Drow elves.

In knight novels, Drow elves were a matriarchal society and followed the principle of prioritizing appearance. Generally speaking, even if their strength was a little weaker, as long as their appearance was up to standard, they could sit in a high position.

As the highest-ranking Matron Mother among the Drow elves, she was naturally the most beautiful of them all.

However, these were all private goods from knight novels, and the lord had no way of knowing how much of it was wishful thinking and historical research.

However, in the current situation, this Drow priestess named Heather was obviously the highest-ranking of the four.

The other three usually waited for her to speak first before echoing her.

"That's impossible!" Flynna's face darkened: "The gateway from the Underdark to the surface was sealed by the gods long ago, even your Spider Queen can't open the passage."

"Levi, they're lying! I said we can't trust these deceivers who have been treating lies as truth since they were little!"

As a duchess, her understanding of historical secrets was beyond that of ordinary people. The lies of these Drow elves could only fool the lord of Highcliff Castle, who hadn't read much.

She had always believed that these Drow elves were a small tribe that remained on the surface, and they had just emerged by chance.

After all, even the mermaid clan, which had disappeared in the magical era, had been seen by some fishermen in recent years.

However, Flynna only knew a little gossip about this, and the authenticity had not been verified.

In general, the world was very big, and no one could say what ancient races or items remained in those corners.

"Hehe, you not only have prejudice against Drow elves, but even your thinking is old-fashioned, and your impression of us is still stuck in old history," Heather said with a mocking expression.

"Old woman!"

"What did you say!" Flynna was so angry that her chest trembled, her forehead veins bulged, and she reached for the sword on her waist.

She obviously wanted to split the mouth of the Drow elf who had spoken rudely in front of her in half.

"Oh, my good duchess, my good lord," the lord quickly held down Flynna's hand and earnestly persuaded: "These are just four prisoners, now they're just taking advantage of their tongues, we don't need to be as knowledgeable as them, wouldn't that be indirectly admitting what she said?"

Feeling the unmatched power coming from her hand, Flynna was silent for a moment and put the sword back.

"And don't be angry, elves are long-lived species, compared to her, you are as tender as a girl."

The lord continued to comfort the duchess.

But he was half dead with anger. This Drow named Heather was really courting death, daring to open up at close range.

If he hadn't tried so hard to persuade her, even if Flynna had cut her down with a sword, the people present would at most be slightly angry, and the elven queen next to her might even clap her hands and applaud.

"What you said is also true, this Drow in front of me might be old enough to be Skye's grandmother," Flynna felt much better, regained her composure, and said in a faint tone.

Heather didn't speak, keeping her mouth shut.

Of the three people present, only the human named Levi didn't want them to die.

This test just now allowed her to see the status of the three people.

The female human in the middle was obviously the highest in status, followed by the man, while the high elf who was a local had the lowest status and didn't dare to speak, only able to watch from the sidelines.

Levi gave Heather a warning look, and then continued the questioning.

"As the duchess next to me said, how could you possibly come up from the Underdark?"

"Sir, to this I can only say that a new round of tides has arrived, many things have begun to recover, and we just happened to encounter an opportunity to leave that region without sunlight."

"As for the specific reason, please forgive me, or rather we, for not being able to tell you in detail."

"I can swear to the goddess Lolth that there is absolutely no lie in this."

She spoke vaguely, but the lord roughly understood.

It was not that they didn't want to, but that they couldn't, which meant that they must be restrained by something, preventing them from revealing some important things.

"Okay," Levi tapped the table.

It was actually very easy to understand. Drow elves were a race that produced many priests, and powerful spellcasters would inevitably have some spells that could prevent them from selling important information.

After all, Drow elves were all famous deceivers, without any credibility, and even their own kind would not hope that the other party would keep their promises.

At this time, some special means were needed to restrict them.

"Then what is your purpose? Or why did you attack the Windwhisper tribe?" As soon as the lord finished speaking.

Flynna and Aishe both turned their eyes to him at the same time.