Shelley stood in the middle of the room with her hand down, looking at Vincent five steps

away. "Master, it's time..."

Vincent looked at Shelley coldly, showing no surprise. He looked up at the somber Drow with

penetrating eyes. In his right hand he clutched the thunder powder he had pulled from his

bag of spell materials, hidden under his wide sleeve, ready to strike.

"It seems you have other secrets hidden within you," Shelley looked into the mage's eyes.

Unable to distinguish between the color of the pupil and the color of the eyelid, the dark

Genie could not discern the movements and emotions of the Mage from the look in his eyes.

"But the more powerful you are, the better it is for me."

'Trying to recruit me into the service of one of the Dark Elf families? It is impossible." Vincent

said slowly, "There are many forces in the world that are far beyond me, but there is nothing

in this world that I can surrender to. Even if the end of the world comes, it can only destroy

me but not conquer me." Vincent takes a step to the right and stands behind a wooden chair.

"The dark Elves are indeed a powerful presence in the underworld. I respect you. But I will not

be a servant of the Drow."

"What, then, could possibly make you weak?" Shelley asked softly, but then she said, "That's

a dumb question. You won't answer it."

Vincent smiles and snorts a little, "Shelley, I'm willing to change my principles for the sake of

you staying with us for two days." Vincent sponded his neck and pointed to the door with his

chin. "I don't want to fight with you. You'd better leave here."

"Can't I stay?" A smile curled around Shelley's lips as she stared at the Wizard with her bluepurple eyes. It seemed to be a playful expression, but Vincent, with his discerning eyes, could

see beads of sweat beginning to seep from Shelley's head, and her heart began to beat faster.

"If you had asked me a quarter of an hour ago, I would have told you to continue on the

same path." Vincent paused. 'But after you close the wooden door behind you, I can't possibly

give you this request.'

'Why not? Am I scary as I am?"

'It's not that. It's that you are a threat to my friend. Eg. Mark can't buy so many things at once

that he can't bring them upstairs. None of us actually have much left." Vincent smiled, "But

Hardy went down and hasn't come up yet. That means Mark must be unconscious and okay,

and he's taking care of the dwarf. Otherwise he would have rushed up and started a war with

you."

"You are a clever man indeed. I did not kill the dwarf. What he has been cooking these days

is just to my taste. But I don't understand one thing." Slowly, Shelley pulled the sword from

her waist and stood near her thigh. "You say I'm a threat to your partner, but I'm not a threat

to you?"

"Isn't that what you drew your weapon to find out?" Vincent smiled slightly.

"Yes, I haven't escaped your strange eyes." Shelley took off her hood to reveal her bouncing

silver hair, "Drow hair, straight by nature." She closed her eyes and took a slow breath. "I'm

so happy..."

Suddenly, Shelley's thin sword struck. The black body, the black shadow, aimed at Vincent's

black eyes. There was no trick, just a straight thrust, with the shortest distance and the fastest

speed in pursuit of the most unexpected damage.

This move is very sharp when used as a surprise attack. But Vincent, who has a discerning eye,

starts to back off just as her muscles begin to gather strength and are ready to strike. As she

did so, the Master gently stretched her foot forward and kicked the chair in front of her.

With a smile on her lips, Shelley lunged onto the chair without slowing down.

Vincent was not idle either, and his right hand shook, and the prepared energy of greasy art

was sent out of his robe. The floor in front of the Master and the chair became very smooth

in an instant. At the same moment he raised his left arm and covered his throat.

Shelley slipped and nearly fell to the ground. If she fell to the ground, she would have lost the

speed and advantage she needed to face the spellcaster. She frowns and twists her body

violently in the air. Her long silver hair fluttered out, whirling and dancing, like a silver peony

blooming in mid-air. (Appendix)

The only difference is that a thin black sword thrusts forward from the silver stamen.

It was because of the Greasiness that Shelley's attack came to a slight halt. Her thin sword fell

short of Vincent's eye level and went straight for the mage's throat.

A heavy, solid arm of pure gold had been waiting, just between the weapon and the delicate

throat.

'Ding! The tip of the thin sword went half an inch into the arm. The Black Snake thin sword

with simple enchantment, its mass far beyond the average weapon, combined with Shelley's

spin and sprint speed, finally piercing the fine gold half an inch. But then the thin sword

couldn't stand the strangling combination of impact, twist and resistance, and, with a snap,

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the tip of the blade broke.

Vincent took half a step back, and then a second spell was cast. It was his favorite lightning

spell. From the sleeve of his dark purple robe, a thick white bolt of lightning flew out suddenly,

and the whole room burst into a blinding light and a thud of exploding electric balls. An

unstoppable torrent of lightning struck Shelley in the lower abdomen.

The arc of lightning enveloped the Dark Elf in an instant. Her chain mail was full of snakelike

electric light, and her long silver hair danced in the air. Shelley managed to hold herself

together and said with a smile, "Didn't you know that we dark elves are very resistant to

magic?" Her expression, however, was pure.

Vincent smiled, took another step back, spread out his right hand and said, "Don't you know

my lightning beam will explode?"

Just as the master spoke, there was a loud bang and the lightning beam exploded in front of

Shelley. The Drow's strong resistance to spells protected her from the magic current, but the

blast of the blast was like a blow to her soft belly. Rocketing like a charging buffalo, Shelley

smashed through the door she had just closed, threw herself to the floor and exhaled a stream

of blood.

However, the dark elf did not give up his action. Struggling to rise from the sawdust floor, she

pulled out the dagger from her boot and threw another straight stab at Vincent.

This time the distance was much further than the previous sword. How could the mage have

let her get it? Vincent raised his right hand, pointed his index finger at the dark elf, and

muttered the incantation.

But at the moment the spell is released, Vincent pulls his finger away slightly.

A green ray flew from the mage's fingertip, skimmed Shelley's shoulder, went through the

ends of her hair, and hit the wall behind her.

Immediately, the wall made a zizz, and from the point of the spell's attack, a scorched black

wave of corrosive energy began to spread. Moments later, the wooden wall was burned

straight through a gaping hole. The corridor could now be seen clearly from the room.

"You had better go," Vincent said softly, "You are no match for me."

The ray had literally startled Shelley, and her attack had stopped. Shelley dropped the dagger

to her side and, with a whoosh, the weapon disappeared down her sleeve. "Why did you let

me go?"

"I like it." 'The mage said slowly, with a smile on his lips.

"Ha ha, what an unexpected answer: I like it." Shelley smiled wide, but in a split second she

stopped smiling and told the Master gravely, "You are strong, but not enough. I'll come back

to you when the time is right."

Shelley turned and quickly disappeared down the second floor of the hotel.

Vincent scanned the whole hotel with his penetrating eyes and saw that Shelley had indeed

gone far. With a long sigh, he moved to the chair in front of him and sat down on it.

Hardy and Mark came in from outside the room. Mark ran up to see if Vincent was hurt, while

Hardy grinned and began to speak like a wizard. "I like..." And then learns Shelley's voice, "I'll

get back to you..." She clutches her stomach and laughs.

"Why didn't you come in and help? Have you been hiding out of the house for some time? '

"Said the mage indignantly, looking at the proud soldier.

"You can handle it yourself anyway, so why should we interfere?" Hardy spread out his hands

with an innocent, wronged look on his face. "Besides, Shelley must have had a crush on you,

or would she have gone easy on you? How dare I bother you?"

'Huh? Shelley wasn't doing her best?" Mark asked with a sigh of relief when he saw that there

was no sign of injury on the Master's body.

"Yes, she could attack me first with a dagger throw that would affect my spell and not work

properly. But she didn't do that. '

'You saw through that, didn't you? Vincent, what would you do if she really threw the dagger?

' Hardy pressed.

"You think I'm going to tell you? Vincent chuckled and avoided the question.

"HMPF! It's a secret. It's not very friendly. ' Hardy waved his hand and sat down on the bed in

the room. "Vincent, at the end of the day, if she doesn't leave, will you really be able to kill

her?"

"She left, huh? Why did I have to kill her? '

'I mean, what if she hadn't left?'

'But she did! Vincent began to play dumb.

'I said' what if '! Oh, never mind, I can't stand your mage's strange temper. I'm going to bed."

Hardy grabbed the bed comforter, ready to tuck it over her and enjoy a nap.

"Come on, you might as well stay awake. I really do need a rest." Vincent got up and went to

the other bed. 'I haven't slept for three days. I can't hold on."

'If she keeps putting up with it, will you keep up with it?' Hardy rolled out of bed and tossed

the covers aside.

"But she did it." Vincent groaned as he pulled the covers over him.

"I say if she doesn't do it..." Hardy thought for a moment. "Well, even if I didn't ask. It's so

much trouble to ask about anything!"

Vincent answered the soldier with a soft snore.

Mark sat nearby, covering his mouth and laughing quietly.