Vincent stood in the boiling water, but he felt no pain at all. His mind was confused and he

only felt a white cloud covering everything in front of him.

There was a sharp pain in the index finger of his right hand. It was the first sensation the

master felt when he woke up. He raised his hand and saw that the healing ring his teacher's

card had given him was shining and shaking so violently that the master's entire right hand

was twitching like a patient suffering from epilepsy.

The healing ring was unleashing powerful energy in an attempt to repair Vincent's body, but

inside Vincent was flooded with the power of the ancient ArchArcane. The healing ring,

created by his mentor, is powered by the power of the Magic Web. Two different types of

power with the same root are in fierce conflict within him.

Vincent immediately thought of the interlocking lightning scrolls that were powerful because

of the mixed energy, and the thought that the powerful explosion might even be repeated in

his own body, the Master could not help but break out a cold sweat.

With a single thought, the Mage halted the healing effect of his ring. The sudden loss of his

opponent's source of magic burst forth, creating a violent current of air centered on the mage

that swept away any moisture that permeated the room.

The shock of energy caused Vincent's inner organs to ache as if they had been struck with a

hammer and then stirred by a stinging mace. He felt his throat sweeten and a mouthful of

blood spit onto the floor.

The two angels looked puzzled at the frail mage in front of them, his wings still rattling in the

gale behind him.

The mage wiped the blood from his mouth and looked at the two angels. The black of the

eyes of insight reappeared in his eyes.

At once the two angels felt that a powerful peeping force was penetrating deep into the

depths of their souls, beyond their mighty shield.

Hardy and Mark, who had just been knocked down by a strong wind coming from behind,

got up and looked back to see Vincent coming out of the pool. Although the Mage still looked

weak and wobbly, he was clearly regaining consciousness.

The two guys, elated, run over and immediately wrap the mage in their arms, with Mark

repeatedly wiping away tears of excitement with Vincent's robe.

"Who are you and what are you doing here?" Vincent and the angel asked these words

together.

"Answer my question first!" "Both sides uttered again at the same time.

Hardy turned, held the icicle in his hand, and looked coldly at the two tall angels.

Vincent looked at the two "unexpected visitors", a lot of ideas in his mind, no matter how he

guessed the two angels came here, there is one thing he can not avoid: his side of the three

people are absolutely no match for the angel.

"My name is Vincent, and I am a traveling mage. I don't know how I came here. My friends

must have come to save me." Vincent closed his eyes, knowing that the power of such insight

could be easily detected by beings higher than himself, and could be misinterpreted as hostile.

The Master spread his hands together and said in the language of heaven, "I am not your

enemy."

The two angels looked at each other, and the female angel blurted out, "Is your name..."

Before she could finish her sentence, another angel drank it off. "Master Vincent, it is so. We

are looking for a powerful primordial energy that arose years ago and was very evil and did

great harm. But it has disappeared in recent years. Just then we felt the force again, so we

came in a hurry. I didn't expect to see you here."

'So you think I'm the evil force?' "Asked the mage, puzzled.

The female angel coughed gently twice, covering a trace of embarrassment on her face: "That

force is very evil and powerful, and we should have done everything possible to pre-empt it,

so we did not investigate clearly in advance, so you have misunderstanding." We, apologize."

She let go of the tight string and the great blue bow disappeared into her hand. 'We have

investigated it by magic just now. You are not the one we are looking for.'

Vincent's heart was shocked. These two angels were really powerful. I guess they still didn't

show their full strength. Although he had not recovered his former ability to cast spells, his

keen sense of the effects of various spells had not disappeared, and he had no idea that these

two angels could cast spells on him. If they were able to detect their own identities so stealthily,

they could also cast other spells on themselves -- even some directly deadly ones -- without

their knowledge.

The male angels also put away their weapons, but he kept a wary eye on Vincent, who stood

at their feet.

"In that case, there is no problem. Since you weren't sent by the evil ones, we're relieved. '

Vincent motioned to his comrades to put down their weapons. "It was very difficult for us to

escape from there."

'Something evil? What do you mean?" 'The male angel asked at once.

Sure enough, Vincent said with a smile in his heart. These angels are indeed very wise and

rational beings, but only one thing is that they are "too" jealous of evil. They came from

heaven to this physical world with only two possible purposes: to attract some very good

souls or to destroy some powerful evil beings. And they love the second far more than the

first. Those snakes are good targets for removal.

"We are helping the people who live here to investigate the successive deaths of their miners,

whose lives have been greatly affected by this tragedy." Vincent doesn't know if the magic of

detecting lies is working on him now, so he decides to tell the whole truth -- the truth, after

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selectively sifting through the information. "We came to investigate and found a group of

snake people, specifically, a mutant snake people, more powerful and vicious. We fought with

them and escaped."

Seeing the interest of the two angels aroused, Vincent said with a serious face, "By the way,

we can see that they are still performing some kind of ceremony, as if it were a memorial. A

sacrificial priest puts many eggs in a strange pool and sows them. That pool, by the way,

mutilated alive in it to kill one of their own before it was used."

'How wicked it is! The male angel stamped his foot, "Where are they? Tell me!"

"Wait..." The female angel took the male angel to one side and said, "Don't you forget that

we..."

After that there was no sound at all. Vincent guessed that they were using some supernatural

telephonic ability.

'Vincent, how do you feel now? Are you all right? ' Hardy patted Vincent on the shoulder and

looked him up and down.

"It's all right. I'm fine." Vincent simply answered, still paying attention and watching the angels

carefully.

The male angel was obviously puzzled. He frowned and said nothing, as if he was worried

about something. The female angel looked at him with tender eyes as he was troubled.

After a while, the two angels turned around and looked at Vincent together. As the two of

them stared at Vincent, he suddenly felt guilty.

"I have an important request for you. Please accept it. In fact..." The male angel sensed his

companion's gentle encouragement and cleared his throat, "Well, there's nothing we can do

about it. We came down here to find a place to put our daughter. Originally, we wanted to

entrust it to your Association of Archmages, but a powerful force led us here, delaying some

of our journey. However, we have found something better, and we would like to leave our

daughter with you for the time being, so that you can look after her."

Vincent's mouth fell open, unable to believe his ears. A Seraph entrusting his daughter to a

mortal mage apprentice? It is like an elephant giving its young to a mouse!

Before Vincent could say no, the female angel said again, "I know what you are worried about,

but you must be strong enough to protect our daughter. It is because of your strong energy

that we have been drawn here. Don't worry, our daughter is a lucky star. She has Lady Luck

on her side. Nothing will happen to her. We will keep her safe with you."

'That... Why don't you send her to the Temple of Greafury? The priest there will be very happy

and grateful. They will be able to take better care of your children." As soon as he said this,

Vincent thought of the nature of angels, who have a sex but are not fertile. From this point of

view, the child mentioned by the angel must have a lot of stories to discover, but the stories

that have been unearthed represent endless troubles.

"We also have our reasons, we never lie, but there are some things that cannot be said." The

male angel lowered his head and said with some helplessness.

The first time Vincent saw an angel, he would have this expression. Even the most heroic and

proud warrior in heaven would be haunted by troubles. He looked at his two companions.

Hardy and Mark nodded to indicate that this was a yes. Vincent felt a little frustrated. His two

partners seemed to have no idea of the enormity of the task.

"All right, I promise. I will do my best to help you. But what's your daughter's name? She's not

as big as you are, is she? '

The two angels smiled, the sad clouds were swept away from their faces, and their gentle

figures shook and changed into two people about the same size as Vincent. Mark, the first

time he had ever seen this kind of thing, stared in surprise and curiosity as the two men walked

slowly toward him -- they no longer looked like angels.

However, Vincent always felt that the male angel looked familiar, as if he had seen him

somewhere before...

"Our daughter is a little child, very small, about the same height as this little man. Her name

is Sokka, and if you take this, she will know who you are and will listen to you." The female

angel took a golden badge from her breast and gave it to Vincent. 'She should be playing

outside this ice tower right now. You don't have to worry, she's an absolutely lucky little one.

"The two angels looked at each other, smiling and exchanging warm feelings.

"Well, in this... The tower has something that might be very useful to you. ' The angel surveyed

his surroundings, "If there are no thieves here, those things should be on the 990 or so steps.

I think you know what I mean, Master."

"In that case, we must ask you for everything." The two angels looked at each other, and their

figures began to fade into thin air. "Well, you don't have to worry about those evil snake

people who are hunting you..."

The two angels just disappeared into thin air.

Vincent looked at the steps of the ice tower and then at the entrance to the hole. 'I'll go and

see the little girl. You go and get the things. Remember, when you count to nine hundred

and ninety-nine steps, push directly against the wall. The wall is the entrance."

Hardy was so excited that he rushed to one side of the stairs, Shouting, "I've wanted a good

weapon for a long time! There must be one in here!"

Mark looked from the excited warrior to the mage's face, undecided. Vincent, knowing that

gnomes are very curious, touched Mark on the head and said, "There is another stairway. Go."

"HMMM!" Mark nods and starts walking quickly up the steps on his short legs.

Vincent paced slowly out of the cave, and behind him Hardy called out, "Ah! What was the

count? Start all over again!"

What could be outside the hole? The master's mind is full of reveries...