"Master of the Earth, your servant has just told me your name. May I call you by it? Oh, you

can call me Oros, but I'm on patrol, so we don't usually meet." "Said the young Drow mage.

"You may call me by my name." Vincent looked at the Black Crystal Tower and casually agreed.

Oros lowered his head, and a bleak smile appeared on his face, which was fleeting. In the

world of dark Elves, the hierarchy of classes is clear. On the top are the Dark Fairy Mother,

and then the Drow priests, who are the ruling class. All the women of the Dark Elves are priests,

or rather, the women of the Dark elves who cannot become priests have been "eliminated" -

- the elimination rate is still high, and the surviving Drow priests are all powerful beings. Only

Shelley, because of her white skin, was rejected by the Spider Temple and never trained to

become a priest. For the first time ever, the First Family did not "eliminate" her, thus giving

Prudence the only female dark Elf warrior in the history of the city.

Women hold the absolute dominion of the whole dark elf society, and all the other classes

are far removed from the status of these priests.

At the top of the male hierarchy, there are three classes. The master of the martial arts -- the

strongest warrior of the family and leader of the guard, who with his sword slits the throat of

all who stand in his way; The paternal father, who is basically the male closest to the matriarch,

who provides sexual services and has a say in the domestic affairs of the family and in the

management of trivial matters; And finally, counselor, a title reserved for those who are not

members of the family. Although they had no power over family affairs, they were all powerful

and wise representatives -- wise men alone could not hold the position for long.

Next came the clan's mages and elite warriors. Its core is generally made up of the sons of

the main mother, male drow who are naturally noble and close to the core of the dark Elf

hierarchy. The children of other Drow may be given the title of noble only if they have

undergone rigorous training or have made great achievements in battle. Ordinary mages,

being so few in number, are also in this rank, no matter how strong they may be.

Then there are the ordinary warriors, who are also made up of dark elves. They are the lowest

rung of the Drow race, and the losers perform their daily activities in the hope of gaining

merit, or, more simply, fatherhood, and greater power.

This was the structure of the Dark Elf family, and beneath it all the other races -- the common

inhabitants and slaves of the city, who had paid their blood, sweat and dignity for a life under

the dark elves, one who was not careful would lose his head.

Except for the priests, the others could lose their titles at any time, the master of martial arts

being the most stable seat, the paternal father the most unstable -- who knows when the

mother will change her taste at her whim? In a patriarchal family, the man below either shows

enough reverence for the man above, or dies. This is the rule, and in the Drow world this is

the rule.

So it is very careful what other people are called. Even if Vincent has some strength, if he

dares to call the three words "Batana", even if you are the family's advisor mage, you will not

survive.

But just now, Vincent has been looking at the magnificent Black Crystal Tower and has not

noticed this problem. Subconsciously, he thinks that he has returned to the days of the Mages'

Society -- the Mages' society on the surface. He had agreed to let Oros call him by his first

name.

https://fanyi.youdao.com/download

The young Drow had been humble, for he knew that Vincent was the advisor mage of the

First House, a position that was essentially the highest of the men in Prudence City. Moreover,

the man was from the surface world, and his presence in that position represented great

power. But Oros is definitely not the man he appears to be, he accepts the task of patrolling

for the thrill of killing. The newly arrived mage, by not using his title but being referred to by

his first name, has lowered his status.

The hands of Oros rubbed together excitedly under the wide sleeves of his robe. His fingers

danced softly, as if he could not contain his excitement. "Mage from the surface! 'he licked

his lips, thinking,' That's a good goal! '

Vincent looked at the Black Crystal Tower, observing the material and construction of the

tower, but felt a sudden silence behind him. He turned around and saw a kind Drow. Oros

gave a look of realization. "Oh, yes, I haven't shown you in yet."

The inside of the Black Crystal Tower looks very clean. The whole floor is a large library.

Various books of different thickness are standing on the shelves, and there is a faint fragrance

of anti-corrosion spices. Several independent tables and chairs are actually carved from the

wood that is scarce in the bottom of the earth, and their surfaces have been smooth and

clean for a long time. Almost an arm's diameter and half a man's height in the bookshelf, a

variety of scrolls vertical row together, slouched to one side, the scrolls are carefully tied with

thin threads, above the spotless, obviously there can be dust removal effect. There is a special

shelf in the room, which is filled with candles. Dark elf vision has little ability to detect small

changes in temperature, and to read what's on these scrolls, unless it uses special fluorescent

ink, it needs to light a candle.

"The Black Crystal Tower is mainly a library and research room, and there are few people.

Vincent, as you know, mages are a very rare group." Seeing that the mages really did not

object to his address, Oros continued, "Normally, this place is almost empty. No one lives

here and few people come here. But there is a strong barrier on the third floor and above,

and you should not go up there if only the Dark Fairy Mistress or the old mages here know

how to get in."

'Besides, the dwellings are not here, but in the row of houses outside the tower. Vincent, you

can easily find a place to rest when you get there. ' Oros smiled at Vincent, his white teeth

Unauthorized usage: this narrative is on Amazon without the author's consent. Report any sightings.

showing, but against the dark elf's dark skin, it was very striking, giving a kind of spooky

feeling.

With that, he retreated, leaving the Wizard alone. Vincent looked at the things, checked all

the nooks and crannies with his penetrating eye to make sure that no one was paying

attention to him, and then stepped up to the top.

The most amazing thing about the whole Black Crystal Tower was the way it was built. I do

not know what means, here, you can not see any trace of building, joint, snap and bond, the

whole tower is integrated, you can not find a crack, even the step and the ground joint, are

tight. Vincent climbed the steps and ran his hand over the wall, but he could not feel a trace

of bump. The cylindrical inner wall was as smooth as a mirror. Vincent had an idea that the

tower might be completely carved out of a huge black rock.

The second floor of the tower is divided into rooms, the doors of which are written in

fluorescent dark Elvish: "Laboratory of Plastic Energy," "Summoning Room," "Workshop," and

"Meditation hall." The doors are closed, and no one is inside. However, judging from the

number of chairs placed in front of the door, the tower must have hosted many mages in its

history, and they even had to enter the rooms in order. Now, all the rest chairs are empty,

and Vincent is the only one left in the tower.

'Above the third floor there is a magic barrier,' he said. Vincent picks up the staff and releases

several protective spells for himself, specifically for Necromancy, Mind control, and Elemental

effects. Carefully, he continues his ascent.

"That's right! It's a fireball trap here. It's really good. It's a powerful killing spell right out of the

gate. Wonder what's behind it." Vincent thought for a moment and decided to leave the trap

alone. He breezily circumvented the reach of the spell and went on.

"An anti-gravity spell?" Vincent's penetrating eye clearly shows the magic letters on the

ground which are invisible to the ordinary person. He reads them carefully for a moment and

identifies this spell. "The upward area of gravity? For what?"

Looking up, the master saw the sharp edge array on the ceiling, the sharp thorns on the top

of the head, are painted black, and there is no difference from the background here, do not

deliberately look absolutely can not find. The point of the thorns was not straight, but rather

curved, like a fishhook. Vincent shuddered as he looked at the object above him.

The few traps that remained on the stairs were very simple, and Vincent removed them with

ease.

The third level is now free for Vincent to move through. There are no obstacles to stop him

or hurt him. But when he looked around, he couldn't see anything.

The empty room. Only black walls and candlesticks hung on them. There was nothing in the

candlesticks, not even a drop of wax.

Vincent was confident that, at the moment of insight, no illusion could hide its trace, and no

magic could obscure the vision. Switching between the two visions several times and pacing

up and down the room, he was finally sure of one thing: it was empty.

"It's impossible! Where has everything gone here?" Vincent turned around twice anxiously,

his eyes catching a glimpse of the scene outside the Black Crystal Tower. By the contrast of

height, it is just halfway to the tower, and there should be some strata above it.

Activating the flight, the Mage floats up to the ceiling. The Insight Eye has seen four layers of

things. There, like a storeroom, were on display a multitude of hardcover books, and the mere

appearance of the covers of every colour and material would have made it possible to feel

that they radiated a constant power of magic that would have tempted every mage to peruse

them; Several magic staffs were perched on special shelves, and the staffs with magical words

were still shining faintly; A magical workman's table stood in one corner of the room, and

scales, rulers, and various kinds of pincers and knives were neatly placed on the table; Next

to it was a potion-making pool, where pipes of glass and crystal were entangled like snakes,

some of them filled with thick liquids of various colors; And on one side of these stands was

a large storage container, in which different drawers held different kinds of materials, be they

metals, precious stones, wood, rare earth, or liquid preparations, and next to them a large

chest contained various kinds of plants, herbs, and biological tissues.

But what caught Vincent's attention most of all was a metal ball in the middle of the room.

The ball has a diameter of two meters, but it is suspended on a platform with a diameter of

six meters. A spherical cage made of metal is just enough to hold the metal ball in the center.

Every once in a while, the metal ball would suddenly turn into a liquid ball, whirling through

the air like a drop of water, glinting silvery gray, and then return to its dim solid state.

On the base of the platform, a single staff lay slumped to the ground, but it radiated a strong

magical glow. As Vincent stared at it, he felt a sharp pain in his eyes that he had not known

for a long time. If there was a wand of prophecy in that room, it was that one!

Magic marks were carved on the ceiling, and Drow boys were crawling all over it like ants.

With the protection of this mark, it would not only be very difficult to destroy the structure,

but it would definitely attract the attention of the whole city.

Vincent gave up the wall-passing technique he was going to use, and he took out the 'Shapeshifting Spirit Body' scroll to bypass this physical wall.

When the spell is unleashed, the scroll turns back into white paper, but Vincent remains the

same flesh-and-blood body, not transformed into a spirit body, and enters the spirit world.

'Strange! How is it the same as teleportation? ' The mage pulls out Shadowwork again: "The

spirit world won't let me go, so go into shadow space!"

The spell is complete, and the mage is still floating by the ceiling, unchanged. Perhaps his

body was too attached to the world to leave.

Vincent looked at the two pieces of white paper in his hand and floated back to the ground

frowning.

"Is the whole space closed off?" "He mumbles.