Vincent was very impressed by the fact that the First family's quarters were always heavily

guarded. The fine gold fences, carved with pale gray runes of magic, were, according to

Shelley, the first early warning defense built over thousands of years; Then there were the

lowly soldiers, mostly mercenaries, of various races superior to combat, including hardy trolls

and tall, strong ogres, who patrode the place, and a brief observation of the footprints left in

the mossy floor convinced Vincent that the family had a guard of giants or giant-sized

creatures; Further in, Vincent saw several patrols of dark elves, who, by their appearance, must

have been young male dark elves, all warriors, dressed in uniform armor, carrying their own

swords and crossbows, and surveying their surroundings with the keen senses naturally

possessed by their race.

The First floor of the First family was where the guards rested, while the real Drow used to live

from the second floor.

Just as she entered the doorway, Shelley smiled and turned suddenly. "Vincent, do you feel

powerless and unable to connect with the Magic Network now?"

Reminded of this, Vincent noticed that there were two round holes on either side of the door

they had entered, and in each hole a huge eye was looking at him.

This is a monster that can create anti-magic areas (Appendix), and ambush here! This design

can make the intruder suddenly lose the magic and arcane, so that they are killed at the first

time, can be described as vicious but ingenious.

However, Vincent takes a closer look and realizes that he is not cut off from the source of

magic. He can still use spells here if he wishes.

"Ah! How can this be! Shelley, what do you want?" With a panicked look on his face, the mage

decided to keep it a secret. In Dark Elf City, at least, it would be one of his weapons.

"Nothing, just to scare you..." Shelley smiles and leads Vincent on.

Leaving the area, the drow began to float around the room, moving quickly through a

honeycomb of intricate passages, while Vincent followed closely behind her with his flying

skills.

A fine gold door was carved with mimyl and assorted gems to create a dazzling figure of a

woman, sapphires for her eyes, diamonds for her teeth, topaz for the glow of her black skin,

two rubies for her breast, and small round opals for her few garments, Concealing the shamed

parts, but making her more attractive. This is the image of the spider goddess, the Drow

goddess, transformed into human form.

And behind this door lies the dark elf Prudence, the heart of the First family, the Audience

Chamber, where the Mother casts her powerful spells.

The First Family -- the name alone is a sign of their power. In the history of the dark elves,

always accompanied by endless plots and struggles, they continue to improve their strength

in this mutual intrigue, the development of the unique culture of the dark elves. In addition

to the harsh environment of the Underdark itself, their constant competition with each other

has greatly accelerated the Drow's adaptation to this underworld.

This is how the Dark Elves eventually became the Kings of Undercroft.

In the city of the Dark Elves, it is not very difficult to be the First family -- after all, there will

always be a First family one way or another -- but it is difficult to be secure in that position.

Countless families behind them would like to use any opportunity they can to undermine the

power of the families above them, in order to gradually close the gap between themselves

and their rivals. And the first family is the absolute target.

Over the years, the family has been the subject of numerous plots, and members of the family

have been the targets of numerous murders and assassinations. Except in some public places,

the members of her family are not safe anywhere.

They are happy to remain the first family, even if it is dangerous. The name First Family, in

addition to being a deterrent, also represents how much they can gain in the Dark Elf city.

When you are a nobleman of the First Family, then you are half the master of the city, no one

dares to contradict you, no guy can ignore the great power you represent. Whatever other

houses do in the Underdark -- blackmailing grey dwarves, looting subterranean halflings, or

slaughtering elves on the surface -- the First House always gets the biggest slice of the pie.

Even if they don't take part in those activities, they still get a cut.

The most important benefit is that the First family is often the favorite family of the spider

Queen, the goddess of the dark Elves. Every dark elf who attacks it has to reckon with the First

Family's formidable array of sacrifices. Under the aegis of the Spider Queen, her family always

had the best chance of producing a high-order sacrifice. On the land of Blasares, where magic

is scarce, priests/priests are the most important spellcasters and the most important force to

be reckoned with.

The number of priests in a family represents the strength of the family and constitutes the

most important fighting power of the family. And at the top of this sacrificial sequence is the

mother.

There will always be only one Matriarch, and she will never have sisters -- those who preceded

her as matriarch have been erased from the history of the family, and by the logic of the Dark

elves -- "What is not seen, is not" -- those who never lived at all. Only the strongest, the best,

the wisest, the most beloved of the gods and the luckiest of the Drow women, will take over

the work of the Matriarch.

And the family that has had the fewest mistress changes in the entire history of Prudence is

the Chapman family, of which Vincent is now a member. Their main mothers were always the

most powerful in the whole of Prudence, thus ensuring that they never lost the title of First

Family. Despite their long history of combat, no other dark elf has ever been strong enough

to bother Chapman's mother herself.

By all accounts, as powerful as the family is, Chapman's power as the mother of the First family

is unfathomable.

And now this legendary figure is sitting in front of Vincent.

Vincent greeted the Chapman mother with a slight nod.

Shelley was standing behind her mother, staring blank-faced at the wizard on the steps in

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front of her. As a fair-skinned Drow, she had been treated as an outlier from birth, and dared

not disobey her mother. She was always expected to be loyal and humble.

Vincent has decided to become an advisor to the family, but this is only a necessary means

to gain access to the Black Crystal Tower, not an end in itself. The Mage is always a revered

group on the continent, with access to the world's most powerful and hidden knowledge, and

he doesn't follow Shelley's warning to grovel -- that would only prove his ineptitude.

My mother only looked up and down at Vincent, observing the difference between him and

the other dark Elf mages she had ever met. After being born, dark fairy males are taught to

respect and obey dark fairy females by whips and punishments, but this mage still dares to

show a kind of pride and confidence in front of her, which makes my mother very unhappy.

"You are Vincent? What is your purpose as a mage in the Underdark? '

"I am only a man seeking answers, the powerful Mother of Dark Elves." Vincent says in his

most gentle voice, "I want to study the magic of the dark elves and see what the difference

is."

As for the scepter of prophecy, the location of his companions on the ground and the other

Arcane scrolls, Vincent would not be foolish enough to tell his mother.

"Very well. Motivation comes with desire." The mother's eyes narrowed more tightly, as if she

were focusing all her eyes on the mage. "You are now an advisor to the first family of Dark

Elves, and you must offer your services. And soon your chance will come..."

As she said this, she waited for the Master's answer, watching the change in his face.

But Vincent just moved the staff in his hand so that he could stand more comfortably and did

not answer.

"Don't you want to do your bit for the family?" The mistress made an angry face. "I tell you,

in front of my Mistress Batana, no one dares to look as indifferent as you do! In the city of

Prudence, I speak of the will of the spider goddess; I speak of her power! Are you trying to

fool me, when you said you would render service, and now you have nothing to show for it?"

"Before you, I am just a little sorcerer. You only have to tell me what to do. Why should I

bother to guess what you mean?" Vincent laughed to himself as he looked at the enraged

dark fairy mother. How could this level of temptation ever leave his mind?

"Well, I don't know if you're being really nice or too smart, or if you've been prodded by

someone." At this point, Mother Batana's spurious outburst of anger vanished into thin air.

She glances at Shelley, who is standing behind her. The white-skinned dark elf still looked

with cold eyes at the mage standing below the steps, unchanged.

"Then, mage, you will leave this place," he said. The mother waved her hand, as if to gently

sweep away a cloud of smoke that had curled up in front of her, or to dislodge a bug in front

of her.

"Shelley, you stayed..."

Vincent left the audience room alone and walked slowly through the big castle of the dark

elves. The house of the Dark Elf family never had steps between floors, and all the nobles

used the magic of floating, so they came and went directly by floating. This also reduces the

possibility of nobles being disturbed by commoners to a certain extent, and when in battle,

there are not a large number of bear gnomes or ogres such as cannon fodder that can attack

the planes of higher buildings.

However, this caused Vincent a lot of trouble. Although he can also use levitating magic and

more advanced flying skills, the intricate three-dimensional structure of the house is like a big

maze, which confuses him, who is new to the flat structure of the room.

But at least he could tell where he was going up and where he was going down, and he

floated down, thinking that the closer he got to the ground, the closer he got to the exit.

A scream came into his ears, a hissing of pain, as if a man had been severely punished by

someone who had torn off every muscle of his body. The sound stopped abruptly, as if it had

been suddenly pinched; But suddenly, a sharper and more painful sound came again.

"It is so cruel that even if he fainted in pain, he would use salt water or pepper water to wake

him up again." Although Vincent was not an executioner, he had no experience in torturing

prisoners; He did, however, have a little knowledge of the subject through extensive reading.

From the first intermittent screams he could deduce the general course of events.

"I guess I'm in the wrong place," he said. Vincent was accompanied by Shelley when he came

in, but he did not remember passing through such a terrible place. As he turned to leave, he

heard the sound of a wooden door opening and soft footsteps behind him.

The discerning eye detects the attack from behind for the first time. A hand darts through the

air and strikes the back of his head. The man was definitely a master assassin, and there was

no wind in his mouth from such a fierce attack.

If he had not had a global view, he would not have detected such an attack. It would have

been impossible to unleash any advanced magic in such a short moment, not even to speak

a spell. Only trigger spells, which have always been attached to the mage's body and work

under certain conditions, can be cast.

Then, in an instant, Vincent's figure becomes blurred, the whole thing becomes transparent,

and gradually disappears. This is the "spirit body" spell he has prepared. It can make the

person who is subjected to this spell become like a ghost and avoid the attack of the

autonomous material world.

But before the spell can have its full effect, the palm hits Vincent on the back -- it never hits

a vital part because the effect of the phantom distorts the attacker's line of sight.

Vincent's body was instantly released from his spiritual state, and he staggered forward for

three steps, spitting out a mouthful of blood. The part of the back that had been hit could no

longer feel anything, but there was a burning tingling around the middle palm, which was like

using thousands of small needles to poke at the delicate internal organs.

"No shock? Yes!" The stealer behind gives a shout of excitement as he sprints forward.

Vincent still had his back to him, but he could see each other's movements one hundred

percent.

The mage clenched his staff...