Mind flayers are some of the most vicious and dangerous strange creatures in the Underdark.

They are scourges of intelligent beings, psionic tyrants, slave traders, and interdimensional voyagers on countless worlds, these sinister masters who love to die, often reaping entire races for their own twisted ends.

For the past countless years, mind flayers have controlled great empires spanning multiple worlds. They conquered and twisted entire races of humanoid slaves, but since the fall of their empire, mind flayers have come to the Material Plane and live collectively in the Underdark.

Among the original inhabitants of the Underdark, they were also called: illithids.

But in their small group of alien visitors, because their head looks like an octopus with four tentacles, they are nicknamed: Brother Octopus.

However, in this relaxing and comfortable underground bar, the mind flayer player hiding in the corner prefers to be called by others: Vel'Koz.

That's right, his name is Vel'Koz.

The reason why he chose the race of mind flayers is not because of how powerful their racial characteristics are, nor because of their perverted psionic talents.

The real reason is that as a single Wang, his curiosity is at work. He wants to find out how this kind of hermaphroditic mind flayer race does not need to find a girlfriend. Small tadpoles swimming around.

After living in the mind flayer community, he was disappointed to learn that this parthenogenetic species can lay two eggs in a lifetime, and these eggs, which are wrapped in sticky oocysts, can reach thousands at a time.

However, knowing this is useful.

He didn't know which one came first, tomorrow or the accident. For Vel'Koz, life was always so unpredictable, it was always up and down a little bit, and then it started to fall...

However, the only thing fortunate is that before the accident happened, in the carpet-like flickering of friends, he actually bought himself a lifetime accident insurance, which means that his parents' future life can be regarded as a guarantee.

What makes him even more fortunate is that he is not married yet, otherwise his lover can bring his own large compensation to form a new love, and then let others spend their compensation, sleep with their lover, and beat their children.

Just thinking about it is very infuriating. As a single Wang, Vel'Koz is once again glad that he couldn't find it at the beginning... What a wise choice to disdain to find a girlfriend in the first place.

Otherwise, even if he was in another world, he would often feel that the green prairie was on his head.

Vel'Koz's four octopus tentacles kept shivering, turning his head slightly to look at the fight near the door.

One is a half-elf from the surface, the other is a drow from the Royal City of Rezim, and there is a nice nickname: Mad Dog Sarishi.

In short, these two guys who like to pretend to slap the face, no matter who succeeds, makes him very uncomfortable.

Because the drow mad dog shattered two glass goblets before he left, and his duty here is to be a laborer who is responsible for cleaning up the sundries.

That's right, he was a laborer. Even if he was in a different world, he still couldn't get rid of the shackles of a laborer.

The broken wine glass needs to be restored perfectly with the "Repair Technique", and the wine stains spilled on the ground, he also needs to use the "Cleansing Technique" to clean up the ground.

These are all spells that actually consume one's own psychic power.

For them octopus....Bah! For mind flayers, the supernatural power of the spiritual essence is far more nutritious than the flesh of the eating creature.

Therefore, a healthy mind flayer needs only one brain per month to meet nutritional needs, because these brain tissues can provide them with the enzymes, hormones and mental energy necessary for survival.

And these energies are the main source of their psychic recovery and enhancement, especially for creatures with a higher level of intelligence (intelligence attribute), the supplementation is more obvious. So there are always a lot of mind flayers who like to eat a lot of brains in a month.

Likewise, if they go without food for more than a month, they become weakened by malnutrition and eventually starve to death within four months.

But here comes the problem again. He doesn't like sucking brains. Although the brains of intelligent creatures make him smell very delicious, and there is an urge to secrete a lot of hormones, he doesn't know why, but he is very disgusted by instinct.

He has also tried adding fungi like chopped green onion and seasoning to the brain, making it as delicious as scallions mixed with tofu.

However, it was still unable to overcome this instinctive disgust, and instead, the two leaders of the group who liked to pinch each other greatly enjoyed it.

Finally, in the struggle between life and death, he tasted the brain of the first creature.

Although the taste was indeed as delicious as the people of the clan said, he still tasted like chewing wax, as if there was another voice in his heart that had been saying disgusting words to him.

Just when he was having a headache and didn't know how to live in the future, he accidentally acquired the inaugural knowledge from the wizarding profession in the biological brain he tasted.

Mind flayers have weird heads, but their minds are very developed, and they are naturally suitable for part-time wizards, so he became a wizard as expected.

And in his research, he also successfully mastered how to use arcane magic to supplement psychic power and assist cultivation, so that he would not have to taste things that he was very disgusted with in the future.

However, the good times did not last long, and individuals like him who studied arcane magic were regarded as aliens by the mind flayers, and were alienated until they were banished.

He then managed to become an exiled mind flayer, a body of freedom that excites him.

Vel'Koz has even planned a future for himself, becoming a mind flayer arcanist.

It's a pity that reality is really skinny, life... well, it always falls down when it starts a little...

Wandering alone in the Underdark, he was hunted by a group of gray dwarves from the Iron Shadow clan.

Although he couldn't beat these grumpy gray dwarves who were like dead parents when they saw him, he didn't panic at all, because he would use spells to summon mounts, and these short legs couldn't catch up with him.

So, he accidentally came to the lighthouse town, and was successfully targeted by the strong gray dwarf opposite the tavern.

Moreover, as his level of mind flayer gradually increased, his wizard level began to fail to keep up, and the consequences of arcane spells failing to suppress psychic power appeared again.

Now he can only watch his mind flayer level slowly drop down and there is nothing he can do, because the wizarding knowledge he acquired at the beginning is also broken... woo woo woo.

He just sits here every day and relies on cleaners to make a living, and as for his cravings for the brain, he can only rely on alcohol to numb himself.

However, the accident came again, the effect of alcohol is gradually declining, and the desire for the brain is slowly rising.

Vel'Koz really didn't know what to do. Even if he had the courage to rely on his brain for nourishment, he wouldn't dare to slip out alone.

Because the strong gray dwarf from the Steel Shadow Clan was staring at him opposite, and there was only one passage to the outside of the town.

Once, he asked the female bar owner for help.

However, not only the other people in the bar despised him, but even the quasi-legendary warlock also thought he was too disgusting, so he didn't even bother to pay attention to him, he just gave him a job as a cleaner to make ends meet and let him fend for himself .

Desperate Vel'Koz didn't know how to proceed in the future. He could only use his little psychic power to slowly recover the broken wine glass and clean the stains on the ground.

Migrant workers, working souls, and working are all human beings. It is not that the work needs me, but that I need work. I work, and I am... happy.

Sitting in the corner, Vel'Koz swayed his octopus tentacles and recovered his wine glass while muttering to himself inwardly.

Alas, the psionic energy is consumed a little more, the **** drow mad dog, deserves to be taught by that half-elf. Velks cursed inwardly.

However, that half-elf is not a good thing, and it almost blinded my eyes, causing me to subconsciously activate a protective power, and my spiritual energy was consumed again.

Vel'Koz rubbed his bloated dead fish eyes with his tentacles and scolded again.

Then he put all four octopus tentacles into the oversized wine glass, sucking the cheap ale from the wine glass like four straws.

In just a moment, the ale in the extra-large wine glass was sucked out.

Done! Even alcohol can't numb me, they say more people drown in wine glasses than in the sea, so why didn't they drown me?

Vel'Koz leaned back in his chair, staring blankly at the ceiling with his bloated, dead fish eyes.

Life is always getting worse and worse. Vel'Koz sighed with emotion while dripping greasy mucus from his hagfish-like mouth.

Suddenly, he heard a slight footstep coming, and he glanced subconsciously in a state of absentmindedness.

It's that half-elf again, is he going to find those people to play mahjong together? A question flashed in Vel'Koz's heart.

Immediately afterwards, he realized that the half-elf didn't even look at the mahjong players, and walked straight towards him.

I go! What is he doing with me?

The mind flayer race doesn't seem to have a grudge against half-elves. Vel'Koz rolled his dead fish eyes and couldn't figure out why, so he simply didn't think about it so much.

After all, murder and arson are not allowed in this lighthouse town, not to mention this is the underground bar of the town owner.

Thinking of this, Wicks suddenly relaxed and began to stare blankly at the ceiling and sigh about life.

"This friend seems to be very worried." Suddenly, the half-elf approaching pulled out a chair and sat opposite him, looking at him calmly: "Get to know me, I'm a half-elf ranger from the surface, Suo Yep."

As soon as he finished speaking, the ranger lifted the hood covering his head, revealing slightly messy long black hair and a calm face.

Sure enough, the people from the surface looked more handsome. Looking at this calm face, Vel'Koz suddenly had this sour thought in his heart.

Although the half-elf in front of him looked very simple and simple, he was still aware of his lean but robust body through his movements.

Moreover, although the saber hanging around his waist looks simple and unpretentious, it can be seen from the wear and tear of the rope wrapped around the hilt that there is definitely a sharp-edged blade hidden inside.

The other party just sat quietly in front of him, but he felt an inexplicable heart palpitation for him who was proficient in psychic power.

In other words, the half-elf in front of you is definitely not just a melee professional, but it is very likely that he has also mastered other special energies. Could it be the energy of the monk's qi?

The qi and psionic energy of monks have a lot in common. First of all, they do not need to use the magic net to control, and then the trainers use long-term harsh training to maintain the correct state of mind.

If the monk's qi is mainly to strengthen the physical body, then the psionic energy of the mind flayer is mainly to train the soul, so he will perceive an inexplicable palpitation and familiarity in the other party.

Then Vel'Koz sat up straight, a pair of bloated dead fish eyes staring at the half-elf in front of him, and the four tentacle-like tentacles on his head began to wriggle without a trace.

Although he didn't quite know what the half-elf was looking for, he didn't care, because he was a mind flayer, and "detecting thoughts" was as simple as eating and drinking for him.

As long as his mind moved, the half-elf's thoughts at this time were clearly displayed in his mind.

"Don't you know that it's very disgusting to use "detection thoughts" on people when you meet them, and things that range from being beaten and scolding to losing your life often happen. "

Thorne's eyes turned slightly cold, but his tone seemed calm.

You dare?

Vel'Koz wanted to say a word back, but he thought about it, because his psionic fluctuations could sense that the half-elf didn't seem to be malicious.

So his slightly wriggling tentacles immediately became soft and drooped down, and said a little embarrassedly: "My name is Velks, does this friend have anything to do with me?"

"It's nothing important, just interested in your race." Thorne crossed Erlang's legs, leaned his body on the back of the chair, and said with a half-smile, "Also, you seem to be in trouble, yes ?"

"You can just remove the 'looks like'." Vel'Koz murmured, staring at the half-elf with his pale dead fish eyes.

"Stretch out your hand." Thorne smiled, leaned back in the chair and pondered, and put one hand on the table and said.

"What are you doing?" Vel'Koz looked startled, controlled a tentacle to wipe the mucus from the corner of his mouth, and asked vigilantly.

"I can try to help you get out of this pain for a while." Thorne didn't care about the wary look in his eyes.

This is an interesting-looking mind flayer player, and Thorne thinks he can try to win over him.

"Really?" Vel'Koz looked at the confident expression of the other party, stretched out his trembling hand, and placed it in the center of the table.

Then he felt that the half-elf ranger grabbed his hand directly, and then an icy energy of chi began to instill in his body, causing him to shudder violently. That kind of desire for the brain turned out to be true. A few points were cut.

After a while.

Vel'Koz immediately felt that although the pain of this willpower confrontation was not completely eliminated, it was directly suppressed, and it would definitely not happen in a short time.

This will give him time to recover all the psychic energy that has been consumed before the attack.

"How, do you feel better?" Thorne retracted his right hand and looked at Brother Octopus opposite.

"It's really much better." Vel'Koz swung his arm, moving four tentacles, and a pair of bloated dead fish eyes stared at Thorne, and said a little excitedly.

His hard-working migrant workers were living in a lullaby situation, and finally got a little ups and downs.

"I'm from Waterfall Town on the surface, and I have some knowledge about arcanists here. If you are interested, you can consider it." Thorne smiled lightly and stated his purpose.

It turned out to be the inheritance of the arcanist, Vel'Koz looked surprised, and was about to agree, but was suddenly interrupted by the half-elf in front of him.

So he looked at the other party a little worriedly. Did the other party temporarily change his attention? This life has just had its ups and downs, and is it going to fall again?

"Don't give me an answer in such a hurry, because I have to stay here for a while, so you can take this time to think carefully. After all, there is no free lunch in the world."

Thorne put a five-star paw print on his palm, representing the **** of tracking, and showed it to the octopus brother: "You should know the mark of this holy emblem, it can represent my identity. , I won't say much else."

After he finished speaking, he left Velks who was about to nod and say he knew him, and got up and left.

Because he heard the melodious bell from the door, and saw a paunch priestess Rose, accompanied by a tauren and an insect that looked like a praying mantis, stepping into the bar.