After Shelley was "blown up", Vincent's life became very troubled. In just four days, several

families sent to woo them. All kinds of conditions are promised, treasure, power, status and

countless slaves, and some families even play the beauty trick. Of course, the female priests

of the Dark Elves would not have swallowed their pride and dignity to personally seduce a

male mage from the surface. In their eyes, buried deep in their souls, they had already

associated a creature called the "male" with a "tool to be used." Would you take off all your

clothes for a good saw to tempt it?

So, these days Vincent and they have been harassed by female creatures of various

underground races. At first it went well. Hardy was charmed by the sexy and understanding

human females. But Vincent, a mage, doesn't even look them in the eye. So the next day,

several Tiflins (the offspring of demons and other races), who possess demonic hybrids, a

perfect combination of beauty and seduction, display their amazing charm in the hope of

attracting the attention of the mage. Had it not been for Mark's tight grip on Hardy, the Tiflins

would never have escaped Hardy's deep estrus. But the mage remained unresponsive, sitting

in his room reading, writing scrolls, and building things. It was as if he had come to the city

of Prudence for a holiday.

On the third day, a funny thing happened. Since the Dark Elves couldn't figure out why the

mage was unmoved by beauty, they sent out male dark elves and humans to seduce him.

Hardy, who had been sitting at the door hoping to see a sexier woman today, instead saw a

group of scratching male "people" walk up to him, lifting his shoulders and whispering in his

ear. A group of men's hands continued to swim over his body, stroking his strong pectoral

muscles. Hardy then went into a kind of Blasares Northern barbarian rampage, and instead

of using his double-headed sword, he raised his canister sized fist directly to the noses of the

men. At the same time, his feet were blasting into the legs of those around him. Screams

broke out all over the tavern.

"Get the hell out of here, you fellows!" Hardy threw the men who had come to seduce them

out into the street. Hardy did not strike lightly. Those who fell outside the inn were all crippled

with broken arms, their faces covered with purple bumps, and only a few could barely keep

their eyes open enough to see their surroundings.

But all of them had one obvious thing in common: their hands -- broken or not -- were

tightly clasped over their crotch, where they had been kicked wildly by a mighty man.

Disappointed that night, Hardy went over to Stonelegs, the innkeeper, and got drunk.

But the next morning, still suffering from a hangover, he insisted on waiting at the door of

the hotel.

Today, however, Hardy's anger was completely ignited by his arrival. Considering the possible

quirks of a mage, it turns out to be women of Orcs, ogres, trolls, centaurs, and minotaurs. Of

course, there may have been men in the mix, but Hardy didn't bother to tell. He picked up

the stone table in the inn and began attacking the group in a frenzy.

Great slabs of stone fell with such frequency on the heads of the comers that the wind whistled,

and the impact sent chips and blood flying everywhere. Today, they didn't even get a chance

to scream. Whatever creatures they were when they arrived, even learned Vincent could not

tell their race apart as they were being carried away.

In addition to those who came, Hardy attacked two patrols of bear gnomes, two caravans of

subterranean Halflings, and a party of grey dwarves who had come to stay at the inn, who

had been caught up in the fight, and had been innocently beaten. Vincent reckoned that

anything unattractive was Hardy's enemy in his mind.

At last the owner of the hotel, Stone Legs, ran up to the second floor and complained to

Vincent, "Your friend is already using the top of the fourth stone table. If this goes on, we

won't have room to eat in the hotel..." . Considering that he was not in the habit of holding

food, Vincent used the "human immobilize" spell to suppress Hardy's actions.

Mark had been hiding behind the bar on the first floor of the hotel, watching with a mixture

of excitement and fear as Hardy fought.

In addition to the men who had been seducing them over the course of the four days --

some of whom, of course, had not been "seduced" at all -- Vincent had been subjected to

several assassination-style attacks. Dark elves are truly creatures of the dark, and their ability

to sneak and stab in the back is unsurpassed. But Vincent, protected by the forewarning of

his discerning eye, is safe.

"These people are supposed to be some small families, afraid of their opponents to recruit

me, and carry out the destruction," Vincent said.

No matter how exciting or dangerous, they have ushered in the fifth day.

Early that morning, Shelley showed up at the hotel door. She snickered over her hand as she

looked at the blood on the street and at the mangled hotel gate.

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Vincent also appeared early in the morning in the lobby of the first floor of the hotel. Hardy

was still in his bed, snoring loudly, with the jug in his arms, because of the "severe psychic

trauma" he had suffered during the last two days. Mark stayed behind to take care of Hardy,

and the dwarf stated that he was not interested in seeing the evil Dark Elf Mistress.

But Vincent thinks it's true that Mark wants to test the little objects he collected in the ice

tower on Hardy. Hardy's sturdy subjects are hard to find.

Trailing behind Shelley, Vincent listened to her admonitions. For example, his mother was not

as good-natured as she was. He should never look up in front of her. Do not contradict the

mother's words; It is your honor to serve the dark elves, and make no more excessive demands;

When the Mistress "wants" you, do not refuse...

"What? Your mistress would make such a request? ' Suddenly Vincent stood in the middle of

the street.

'There is nothing strange about this. This kind of thing is quite normal among dark elves. My

mother is nearly a thousand years old, but she is still in good health. It's normal to have a

group of waiters."

Vincent frowned and began to think about how to avoid this from happening. After all, the

mere thought of a woman approaching the age of a thousand -- a terrible number even in

the long lives of dark elves -- gave the Wizard goosebumps.

"By the way, it's an honor to be a chambermaid to a mistress," he said. Shelley cocked her

head at Vincent with a sly smile in her eyes. "Only the best men have that right..."

"Then I'd rather not be good..." Vincent began to move on again.

"It is worse not to be good. That kind of waste becomes a target for the family warrior to

practice his sword skills." Shelley walked over to Vincent again, "Or you can say that, you are

already my very own boy pet..."

"Ha ha ha, I never thought our little sister would miss a man one day. I didn't think you had

any interest in the males." Shelley was telling Vincent about her plan when a voice came from

the roof ahead.

Then a sexy, silver-haired creature with delicate black scales and a hydra whip in her waist

floated gently down from the roof. The ability to float at will, mastered by the dark elven

aristocracy, is quite a feat.

"This person is my sister, Zeena. Be careful, she is very bad. ' Shelley whispered beside Vincent.

"I can see by your face that you are speaking ill of me, sister." Zena wriggled her waist and

walked over to Vincent. The curves of her whole body are more sexy and attractive under the

drive of this pace, and her slender waist seems to say to Vincent, "You can put your two big

hands up quickly..."

But Vincent knew exactly what the dark skin of the woman opposite represented: the dark elf,

the ruler of the Underdark, cruel and treacherous. This gesture was not intended to seduce

the sorcerer, but to demonstrate to her own sister.

Vincent knows that sometimes, mispositioning yourself can lead to terrible consequences --

even death.

"Well, sister, what are you doing here? When will you become the leader of a powerful family

if you do not learn the skills of sacrifice by your mother's side?" Shelley stepped in front of

Vincent and looked at her sister, whose hand was caressing the hilt of the thin sword around

her waist.

"Don't be so excited, sister. When are you going to learn to think with your head? I only came

here today to see what is so good about this man who has so much interest in you." Zeena

looked Vincent up and down, and the Mage looked at the female drow unpolitely.

"Looking good, male! But there are some things you need to know for yourself." Zena gently

licked her upper lip with the tip of her moist, red tongue, and the implication was clear: "My

room is open to you anytime. You know, you have a little girl who doesn't give you the feeling

of ecstasy."

'Come and find me Right..." With these words Zeina passed the mage, winked at him, and walked in the direction

of the marketplace of the city of Prudence.

"Don't take her word for it, this fellow always delights in torturing men. She's one of the sickest

dark elf sacrifices in the city. '

'So you don't want to be a sacrifice, but a warrior?' "Vincent asked, looking at Shelley.

"Aren't you interested in my situation? Why are you asking now?" Shelley led the Master from

the front toward the family compound, asking coldly without looking back.

But her quickening heart betrayed a hint of excitement, and Vincent's penetrating eye could

not miss this detail.

A slight smile appeared on the mage's lips, and then his face suddenly resumed its seriousness.

"Yes, why did I suddenly ask this question? Better hurry on your way to see your mother."

Shelley still didn't look back, but Vincent knew that disappointment was on her face.

The home of the First family was now in front of them both.

For a long time no visitor from the surface had been able to enter the fortified castle. And yet

another castle, a castle that should have been stronger, had slipped away...