'What is the situation now? Why does Littlefinger have to be in such a secret way to

communicate with us?" Vincent asked eagerly, throwing the staff aside.

'There's nothing wrong with Phelps now. He's still very much alive and well. Listen to me

slowly. ' Hardy was excited to see the mage and calmed him down first.

.....................

By the end of the night, the fire at the Fifth family compound had long since died out, and

the city had returned to normal. The streets were still very sparse, but Prudence had at last

regained some vitality.

Vincent and his two companions sat quietly in their room, thinking of solutions.

While exploring Moonport City alone, Phelps came across the meeting of the Archmage

Thomas with some strange fellows, all of whom were wrapped in wide robes, their blood-red

eyes shining in the shadows of their hoods. Littlefinger had heard some of the plans of the

Archmage and those men. Moonport was just the beginning, just an experiment, and

Thomas's part in the plan was not limited to Moonport. When the Halfling learns of this, he

tries to sneak away again and warn his friends, but unfortunately, they find him. Without

knowing what method they had used, the little stone was abandoned in a dark castle in the

Underdark.

There was no one else in the castle, as he described it, and there was no food or water. There

were only dead bodies in the maze of underground chambers. With what little magic he had

learned, he could barely make water to drink, and with the stubborn survival ability of halflings,

he managed to escape.

When he saw the dark world outside the castle, it was two months after he had left the Moon

Harbor. The Underdark is not suitable for Halfling life, but fortunately, as he rambles through

the tunnels, he comes across a caravan of subterranean Halflings.

Following the caravan, Littlefinger travels to the city of Prudence, where he becomes a

member of the underground Union. He has been gathering maps to get out of the Underdark

and preparing all the tools he might need to get back to the surface. But some time ago

Littlefinger had seen the same people in the underground Guild, with wide cloaks, blood-red

eyes, and a slightly leaky voice. The Halfling had told him directly that they were going to plot

again. Although he was not a member of the City of Prudence, he did not want to let go of

those who had caused him to suffer in the Underdark.

Then he receives word that a mage has entered the city of the Dark Elves, and he is surprised

to find that the mage is someone he knows well, Vincent.

He wants to quickly reunite with Vincent and return to his friends, but the mysterious group

and the underground union are strongly hostile to the arrival of the mage. This surprises

Phelps, who withstands the thought of meeting and finds out as much as he can about the

relationship between the Guild and the Mage.

The mysterious men now controlled the Guild, and their words were indistinguishable from

the orders of the guild. It will not be long before there is a big move. The Halfling didn't know

what it was either, but from the recent tension in the city, Phelps was convinced that the

operation would be huge.

The name Vincent has come up many times in the deliberations of the union's top brass, and

it's always accompanied by other words: Clean him up, kill him, make him disappear.

"So Littlefinger stayed in the union," he said. Hardy finally said, "Because of the unknown plan

that was about to unfold, he decided to risk meeting you in order to prepare you."

Mark said, "Vincent, he wanted me to tell you to be careful about your safety. He's very

popular in the union. As long as he's not exposed, he'll be safe."

Vincent looks out of the window. The shining stone of the Black Crystal Tower is the only light

here. The cave is so dark that you can't breathe. It was in this environment that Littlefinger

lived alone, and was still busy with his friends.

"The underground union? People in huge capes." Vincent felt that the situation was becoming

more and more complicated. Things were like a jumble. There were clues everywhere but

there were no clear clues. He thought it over, stood up, and said to Hardy and Mark, "I'm

going out for a while."

"Wait!" Seeing the mage's expression go from scowling to now resolute, Hardy said, "What

are you going to do? I'm coming with you."

'No, I'm going to the First family house now, and you can't come with me. From now on, I

guess we'll be splitting our time." Vincent stood in the middle of the room and said, "I'll take

care of the tracking battle. I'll take care of the angel problem. Do me a favor and protect

Littlefinger." The Wizard walked over to Mark and touched the dwarf's head. "Since I took you

away from your homeland, I have not been able to give you a single day of peace. I have

been taking risks, walking on the edge of life and death, and I have trapped you here. I'm so

sorry..."

'No... It doesn't matter." Mark was shocked to see the mage's expression and stammered out

a sentence.

"Do you have to do this?" Hardy took out his double-edged sword. "I'm a good fighter too,

you know, and I can help you."

"No, Hardy, thank you." The mage picked up the staff he had thrown in the corner of the wall.

"I am strong enough to protect myself, but the two little ones need protection. You are by

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their side." Vincent was referring, of course, to Mark and Phelps, the two smaller men.

"Well, you are the mage. You will naturally make the best judgment." Hardy grinned and made

a smiling face to comfort the mage, who he always felt was still troubled by his troubles, "You

owe me one, though. In future, you will make it up to me by listening to me once!"

'Yes! Vincent picks up his backpack, which contains his usual books and papers, as well as

some measuring and artisan tools.

The Wizard left the hotel and walked in the direction of the Chapman house. He walked slowly

at first, but as time went on his feet became more steady and more determined.

The day after he finished the temple operation, the Master stood again in front of the

Chapman house's fine gold door. This was the only time that he voluntarily stepped in front

of the gate. On the pure gold gate is still the huge family crest, but it does not feel like the

strong sense of oppression that Vincent had when he first came here. When the mage looked

at the coat of arms, he felt that something was missing.

Or maybe the mage had something too much.

May the scepter knocks on the pure gold gate, gold the crisp sound of the genus impact is heard. Two Dark Elf warriors approach, and they give

Vincent a look -- a necessary check, even if they had worked together before, to prevent

someone from sneaking in in disguise.

They looked carefully at Vincent's badge before slowly opening the closed door. The Drow

hiding behind the statue lowered their bows and arrows, which had been aimed at the mage.

Vincent soon reached the family meeting room. Usually the priests do not go to the audience

room when there is nothing extremely important. Batana was meditating in this room. She

stood up and looked at Vincent, who had suddenly come to visit her. "Counselor, what is your

business here today?"

"Dear Mother," Vincent nodded to her, then looked at the Drow woman in front of him, "I

have a request. When I first arrived in the city of Prudence, I was forbidden to enter the Black

Crystal Tower of the Mages' Guild, and to consult the scrolls and knowledge of all kinds of

magic, unless I could obtain the consent of a certain Matron." Vincent looked at Batana's

expression. The Dark elves had definitely understood what the mage was asking for, but there

was no sign of agreement or disapproval on her face.

"And now, I hope to gain your permission to enter the Black Crystal Tower."

"Yes, Counselor, this is a reasonable and easy request." Batana replied quietly, "But before

that, I want you to do one thing."

"Then tell me, Madam, that I am all ears."

"Go and kill Zeena. That is my order." My mother's voice was still very flat.

Vincent frowned and tapped his fingers gently on the wand of Power. For a moment he did

not speak. Mother Batana, however, was not in any hurry. She looked at the Master and waited

quietly.

"Dear Madam," Vincent smiled, "I am a consultant mage, not a killer."

"In the Dark elf family, my word is an order." Mother laughed softly, too. 'Counselor? That's

just a name. Here, in this house, you want to know who the master is. '

'Well, you're right. The mighty spider goddess sacrifices. Yes, you are the master of this house,

but you are not the master of me. ' Vincent smiled, and his staff made a semicircle in the air,

leaving a trail of lavender light. "Strictly speaking, I was hired to perform a service, and now I

just want to receive some of my due. Of course, if you call it a reward, you may do so."

"Master, don't you think Zeena has a chance to win? And I don't blame you. Dark Elf priests

are powerful beings, and it's understandable that they don't dare to face this horror, especially

since Zeena is the best of the spider goddess priests."

"Your Eminence, whether I face it or not has nothing to do with whether I dare to face it,

whether I want to face it, and whether I can face it." Vincent's voice remained calm.

'Male! You are indeed the most stubborn character I have ever seen. ' The mother laughed

loudly, but after only a few words the laughter stopped abruptly. Batana looked sullen and

said to the master, "Who do you think you are to bargain with me?"

"I am only a human sorcerer, and I have not forgotten that, venerable Mother Batana." Vincent

is still smiling. "Madam, I hope you will not forget this fact either."

'Men! Are you threatening me? Do you think that magic, that arcane, that trick that softies

use to numb themselves and give them a little confidence, can do anything to the spider

goddess!" "Put away your tricks," continued the Mistress, "and face the mighty power!"

"My dear Mistress, I must say that you are the best dark fairy priest I have ever seen, powerful

and eloquent. However, your personal power will not help the First family through this difficult

time." Vincent wiped a smile from his face. "Even if you want to show your strength, that

strength will become weak after you show it. But now there are dangers both inside and

outside this castle. Am I right, Madam?"

"You are a wise and eloquent woman, but I wonder if your hands are as powerful as your

tongue." Mother Batana walked up to Vincent and stood no more than five paces away from

the master.

She smiled confidently and triumphantly. "I will give you Shelley if you swear allegiance to me.

She's just a fair-skinned woman. What do you say, mage?"