"Give me your attention, the two of you, and see what this place is, and who you are." Batana

rose from her throne, and Zeina hurried forward to take her right hand and kiss the tips of

her fingers.

"Madam, it was this sorcerer who started the provocation." Zeina said as she kissed her

mother's hand.

'I'm not blind. I can see.' Batana threw away her hand and took a few more steps forward,

looking at the people below the steps. "I can see very well, including the magical battle that

broke out in my castle a month ago."

She reached the monk, while her children ran down the steps in a hurry, bowing their heads

behind her, not daring to rise higher than their mother. And those who had been at the

bottom of the steps -- except Vincent -- bent themselves even lower.

'Regula, you've had more time here, and you know what to do!' The master scolded the monk

loudly.

Looking at the monk opposite with an expression of "obeying the instructions", Vincent could

not help feeling amused. Although it seemed to be to give him face, once he thought about

it, he knew that it was just an act -- how could a mother reprimand a human warrior monk

of "low" status in person? At most, it was just to let her children do it. Moreover, the privilege

of reprimanding was reserved for dark Fairy nobles, and a quick death was the only thing that

anyone who disobeyed her or any other dark fairy noblewoman could ask for.

So when Mother turned to face Vincent, he simply removed the frozen ring from his body

and nodded and bowed slightly in respect -- the same courtesy a mage would use when

facing a king or other archmage.

The mother said no more about the conflict between the master and the monk, but glanced

around at the family members who were bowing before her and then turned and walked back

to her throne.

"The other day I received an oracle, an order that came directly from the Spider goddess.

Praise the Goddess!"

'Ah! Praise the goddess! The room rang with a uniform response.

"You all know that it is a glorious thing to be commanded directly by the Goddess. In the past,

we were able to receive many oracles, but they were given by the servants of the great Spider

Goddess. But in this case, it is a direct order from the Goddess."

"What is this oracle, Madam Mother?" "Zeena asked eagerly.

Batana looked askance at her daughter, clearly impatient for her interruption. "This time the

oracle is telling our family to do everything in its power to destroy an ancient temple that has

just reappeared."

Vincent stroked his chin and considered the situation. The way he frowns seems to attract the

attention of his mother.

"Counselor, what do you suggest?" "Batana suddenly said. The high priests, who have been

trying to attract the attention of the mother and become the next mother, are hoping that

the mother will ask their opinion, but this foreign mage has beaten them to it. Their ill feeling

towards this alien became even stronger.

"The point is the temple of this' ancient 'god. Since it is an ancient god, it means the one who

died in the war between the magicians and the gods, and he must have disappeared from

the world. Now that a temple has popped up like this is the weirdest thing. And since the

Spider goddess herself asked for it, I guess the ancient god wants to come back to life and

threaten the Spider Goddess's position..."

'What nonsense! A dark elf priestess suddenly snapped, "How dare you, human, utter such

blasphemous words from your mouth! Don't you know the power of the spider goddess?"

"Cynafi! Stand down! You should have stood aside while I listened to the advice of the

consultant mage!" The mother gave a wink, and Zeena, next to her, immediately pulled out

the snake whip from her waist and knocked the interposing dark spirit to the ground in one

fell swoop.

All the others stared blankly at the hapless creature. Oh, not all of them. Some of them had

sneers of schadenfreude on their faces.

"Madam, what I have just said is only a conjecture, please do not take it personally..." When

Vincent said this, he was actually adding fuel to the fire, implying that the priestess would be

angry at such speculation, and that her psychological cultivation was obviously far from

enough.

"No, what you said has a certain point." Mother Batana unexpectedly acknowledged the

accuracy of what the Master had just said. "The Spider goddess says that in that temple will

arise a threat to all the gods and men of the world. It must be destroyed."

All the dark elves present gasped; the news was truly terrifying.

"If it is possible to cause such a catastrophe, the rewards for completing the mission must be

very high." The mage continued, "If this mission pleases the gods, the First family will be

Chapman for thousands of years!"

At this, the eyes of all the Drow women glowed with greed. The thousand-year-old title of

the first family, they are not without experience. That sense of superiority is like a sweet drink

that they can not forget. In a thousand years, they would all have a chance to be the mother

of the first family, the one who would hold the REINS of power in the city.

"So, Master, what do you suggest?" The master mother rested her chin on her hand and

looked with interest at the mage under the steps.

"If the spider goddess asks the First Family to fight with all their might, then it shows the

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enormity of the task. I think it's important to follow the Goddess's orders at this point, to

absolutely use all our strength and get all the help we can. Half-done actions will definitely

offend the goddess and cause great trouble." Vincent walked to the center of the hall, leaning

on his cane, and spoke slowly. "But then the family quarters will be very empty, and it will be

a very attractive pie for all the others."

"Don't confuse me. You have thought of the problem, and there must be a solution." Batana

wasn't nervous at all, smiling down at the mage below.

"Yes, Madam, you really do." Vincent nodded slightly, "The solution is this, before going to

complete this task, the First family should shrink its forces and only guard the station closely.

Then spread the word that the family has received a direct oracle from the Goddess."

'What? Spread it out? What good does that do?" "Asked the mother.

"Naturally, it is not the contents of the Oracle that are to be spread, but the acquisition of the

Oracle. It would be amended to say that the First House had received the Oracle, and that it

was in its power to destroy one or more forces which displeased the Spider Goddess. In this

case, the most the other houses will do is ask the Spider Goddess if the matter is true or false

-- some of them don't even have the power. And what conclusions do they draw from this

inquiry?"

"Naturally it is true." The mother chuckled. "I begin to see what you mean. Go on."

"The general family is only just qualified to ask the servants of the gods, but not directly ask

the spider goddess herself. In that case, they could never have known who the intended target

was. So the big house will shrink its defense. After all, the very fact that the First House can

give all its strength will make all the dark elves tremble, and they will constantly look for

opportunities to please the spider goddess; And the smaller houses will be in constant fear of

becoming one of the "ones" to be cut off."

"The most interesting thing is that all the families will want to follow the first family's tail,

hoping for a piece of the pie. After all, this is an action that will directly please the spider

goddess. So, before the operation, the whole city will be silent. No one dares to attack the

First Family at this time. After all, we have the direct orders of the Spider Goddess, and no

one dares disobey the Goddess. This buys us time and space to prepare."

"Then, in a sudden move that surprised all the elven families, the First family did not attack

any of the dark elves of the city of Prudence, and they disappeared from the city at once --

here I venture to speculate the extent of the temple outside the city. They will start looking

for the First House in shock, and if we can cover our tracks well, we will have a few days to

catch up."

'Even if they find out that the First family is no longer in the city, they will not be able to make

any overt move on the family compound for fear of direct divine intervention from the

Goddess. They fear that the finished First Family will be stronger, and that the Spider Goddess

will abandon anyone who dares to mess with it. So, the ones who are already stretched will

look around for something to attack. By the time we come back victorious, the city will be in

chaos."

'Well, that's pretty much what I expected.' Batana interrupts Vincent with a wave of her hand.

"It's pretty much what I'm going to do. Now the priests are coming with me."

The others all quit, even Shelley. She runs to Vincent. "Come with me..."

The Wizard did not understand what the creature was up to, but it was now clear that they

were still in the castle of the Dark Elf family, and this was not a good place to engage in

violence. Vincent had no choice but to keep up.

They flew down the castle until they came to a cold basement, where a large heavy iron door

rusted over a water-stained stone wall and smelled cold through a crack under it. Shelley

opened a valve next to the iron door and said to the Master, "Vincent, you must be strong.

Now go in."

"Why should I go in? I don't want to be "strong" the way you dark elves are." With his

penetrating eyes, Vincent could see behind the gate, but he could not make out what was

there. All he could feel was a strong smell of evil. It was the smell of death.

Seeing Vincent turn to go, Shelley suddenly pounced on him and kissed him heavily on the

mouth, holding the Master's face in her hands. As she gently shifted her flushed face away,

she said only, "Come and save me when you get stronger..."

The sorcerer had just fallen into a state of consternation, and it was with great difficulty that

he refrained from casting the condensed lightning spell out of his left hand. In that moment

of amazement, Shelley rolled over on her back and threw Vincent through the iron door.

Close the valve, Shelley against the wall gulp gasped, then push wipes his mouth: "pei pei,

what taste, and they said that is not the same."

From inside the iron door came the roar of the magic explosion, mixed with the roar of the

beast, and through the cracks below the iron door could be seen the light of various colors

constantly burst out, and even the door with the magic of the seal was under constant attack,

becoming hot and cold.

Shelley patted her chest, slowly regained her rapid breathing, and slowly walked away. As she

walked, she looked back at the iron door and muttered, "Why is that guy so heavy?"