Silver Sky, business district.
There is no day or night in the astral plane, but Perth still maintains the habit of taking a nap, just as she did thirty years ago in Drow Dungeon.
A knock came through the window into the bedroom, waking Perth from the large bed covered with a scarlet velvet jacquard blanket.
The proprietress of the largest brothel in the silver sky, Happy Bell, sat up and walked to the balcony with her messy white hair and slippers, her dark complexion unable to hide the irritation on her face.
"Hey you damn bastards, you'd better stop making noise," Perth shouted as she stood on the balcony in her silk pajamas, her high-pitched voice immediately drawing a myriad of looking up glances, and travelers unfamiliar with the Drow lady might be surprised that her petite body could erupt into such a loud and sharp curse, but the locals of the Silver Sky were not surprised.
The Dark Elf Warlock Perth is known for her bad temper, and scolding the street with a "sound boom" is just a warm-up activity, and if the other party refuses to do her bidding, the fierce mother-in-law will not mind throwing fireballs at the other person's head.
"Perth, whatever you think of my project, you'd better keep your mouth shut, it's not your turn to be in charge."
A cold voice came from the construction site, and the speaker was a middle-aged man with a somewhat hunched back, his pale face looking sickly, but the magic crystal spirit wand in his hand made Perth have to suppress his anger and replace it with a fake smile.
"Yo, isn't this dear Mr.
Eugene, you haven't patronized my shop for a long time, I heard that you have taken a big business and are busy making a fortune" "Yes, my black beauty, as you can see, I've got a big job, and I'm sorry to bother you because of that."
A slight smile appeared on Eugene's face.
The Psychic Warlock, who specializes in the Department of Mind Creation, is SilverSky's most prestigious building contractor, and he has applied the skills of the Shapemaker to his acclaimed success in designing and building houses.
Perth looked at the construction site from afar, and a hint of doubt appeared in her eyes.
It was the site of the Wanderer's Hotel, but not long ago, a Giesyankee battleship broke into the star field where the Silversky was located, opened fire on the hotel, and razed the rather ornate building to the ground, killing the innkeeper Locke.
The atmosphere in the Silver Sky was tense for days after that tragedy, but as the threat of war moved away from this astral paradise, the local scene was bustling again, and only the ruins of hotels on street corners continued to show the brutality of the Kisyankies.
The misfortunes of the "Wanderer's Hotel" had left Perth feeling sympathy.
"Compassion" is a virtue that is rare for a drow elf.
Perth was born in a drow dungeon in the main material world, and received a cruel education of "drow" since she was a child, but she is not a believer in the spider god queen, and her heart really worships the "queen of cause and effect" Demosi, which is not uncommon in the local area Those who lost the war with the surface elves and lost the favor of the spider god will always try to seek comfort from other gods, so the relatively tolerant and gentle belief in Demosi has spread rapidly in the dungeon, which is already an open secret.
Perth's family fell victim to the Spider God's purge of the traitors, and the Drow family, loyal to Rose, united to destroy her homeland, killing all her relatives, and taking Perth herself captive, tortured and ill-treated, then sold to slave traders, and exiled to the astral plane, where she started a new life in a brothel.
Perth was not averse to the "joke" trade, but she did not think that the brothel owner was entitled to take her hard-earned money, so she resorted to a slight trick and sent the brothel owner back to the West with a glass of poisonous honey and became the master of the brothel.
Perth had run the brothel so well that she had now regained the dignity of a drow aristocratic woman: she had girls at her hands to help her earn money, and she would only choose men who were pleasing to the eye to spend the night with.
The changes in her family did not dampen her faith, she considered herself as kind as an angel, and those who dared to refuse her pleas were only whipped instead of castrated, and the clients who owed money to the prostitutes were stripped naked and thrown off the balcony, which was magnanimous for a Drow lady.
"Eugene, I've heard that poor halfling was scorched by the Giesyankee's cannons, who paid for you to rebuild the Wanderer's Hotel" There was a certain degree of competition between the hotel and the brothel in business, and Perth felt compelled to keep an eye on the new competitors.
"It's Miss Daria Baricina, a beautiful and noble lady of high desire, whom is reverently called the Archangel of Blessing."
When Eugene mentioned the name of the gold lord, he was respectful.
"Daria Baricina," Perth scratched her hair, "I haven't heard of this person, which means we're going to have a new neighbor, hehe, hopefully her inn won't be in the meat business." ” Eugene sneered, "You don't have to worry about being robbed of your business, Lady Daria asked me to build not a hotel or a brothel, but a palatial lord's mansion." ” "Lord's Mansion haha, you must have drunk too much and are talking drunk."
"Believe it or not, the sky in the silver sky is about to change, you wait and see."
Eugene turned back and urged his assistant to get to work.
The Warlock Apprentice directs the various forms of "Star Structures" to be busy on the construction site.
The grand steel frame had been erected, and the simple rough work was taken care of by the astral structure, and Eugene and his apprentice only had to cast a spell to attach the astral wall to the building frame and install the beautiful crystal windows.
Perth stared at the five-story building on the site in confusion, there was no doubt that this would be the most magnificent and ornate building ever built by Silversky, it really didn't look like a hotel in terms of shape, wasn't Eugene joking, this was really a lord's mansion Curiosity keeps the brothel proprietress at ease, desperate to find out what happened.
She changed into a beautiful gown, brought a bottle of good wine and a big smile to Eugene.
"Old friend, accompany me for a drink or two, I have something to ask you."
"yes, I'm thirsty."
Eugene gladly accepted Perth's hospitality.
Perth drank a glass of liquor with the psionic architect, and couldn't help but ask, "If I'm not mistaken, Miss Daria, who is about to become the mistress of the Silver Sky, must be Sir Grey's lover." ” "Why do you think that," Eugene looked at her in surprise.
"Isn't that obvious," Perth drank the hot syrup from the glass, her purple lips even more delicate, "Silversky has been under the control of the Giesyankees for many years, and anyone who wants to gain a foothold here has to go through the permission of Grey Sir Zon Gray, I don't think a woman can take over this territory on her own":