In the room on the second floor of the hotel, the Wizard and his two friends were sitting at

the table, while two human women stood quietly behind Vincent with their hands down.

"Vincent, were you responsible for the last explosion, the one with the silver fire that hit the

Crystal Tower?" "Hardy asked.

"Yeah, I did."

"Since then, the area around the Tower has been closed to non-Dark Elves, and it just so

happens that our intelligence tells us that the secret Underground Guild entrance is right next

to the Tower." Hardy scratched his head. "They actually put the entrance in the graveyard. It

took us a long time to get in there without the Drow tracking us. It was thanks to the gadgets

Mark had with him, and to be honest, they worked."

Mark takes out an amulet, waves it in the air, and then he disappears. Vincent needs insight

to see him.

'Have you seen Littlefinger? You haven't been found out about your meeting with the

Halfling?"

"Don't worry about it." Hardy waved his hand. "If the dark Elves can't see us both, how can

anyone else? Littlefinger's all right. He's got a plan to get out of here..."

Vincent put out his hand to stop the soldier. He waved at the two women, indicating that they

should leave the room for a moment.

When the door was closed again, Vincent's penetrating eye guided the two of them down

the stairs before motioning Hardy to continue.

"I say, Vincent, you're very careful, but you can't be too careful." Hardy said, "According to

them, they're going to start some kind of operation in ten days, and there might be some

action against you before then. "He says you have to be careful. The move in ten days could

throw the city into chaos, or at least the Dark Elves will have their hands full. He says he'll be

able to take us out of Prudence City in good time."

"Action? How powerful can an underground, clandestine union be to take action? A target or

an entire city? What is their purpose?" "Asked Vincent, frowning and staring at Hardy in

puzzlement.

"On this point, too, Littlefinger did not go into detail, as he himself was not a core member of

the union and did not know about some things. But after ten days it will be a good time to

leave town."

Mark chimed in, "Vincent, isn't ten days a bit short? Will you be able to break through the

tracking barrier in time?"

"Don't worry, if time is really tight, I can break the barrier on all of you by force." Vincent, who

had studied Drow magic in the Black Crystal Tower, had gained an understanding of some of

the Dark Elf's characteristic barriers, and with his inexhaustible magical roots, it would not be

very difficult for him to force them out. "But then you will suffer, and the process will be very

unbearable."

"So now we can actually leave Dark Elf City at any time without being tracked? For nothing

more than flesh and blood?" Hardy frowned.

"Yeah, it could be interpreted that way."

"Vincent, do you realize how dangerous Littlefinger is? Why didn't you tell us about this

sooner?" Hardy's eyes glared at the mage. "Tell me, what did Littlefinger do to protect you

and give you information, fighting alone in the underground Union?"

"Hardy, don't be angry. Calm down." Mark urged Hardy, pulling at his suit.

Vincent said nothing and looked at Hardy seriously.

"Calm? I don't want to be calm at this time." Hardy pointed out of the window: "Is that female

dark elf, the white one, having a thing for you? You said you went to work as an advisor to

the First Family to get into the Black Crystal Tower. Well, I believe you."

Hardy pointed to the door. "Just when Littlefinger was in danger, two beautiful human women

appeared and called you master. They are very attractive, indeed, and yet you have time to

engage in such things! Whether they're slaves or whatever, I don't care, but think of the efforts

of Phelps the Halfling."

'Besides,' said Hermione. Hardy gestured to the wall of the room. "That's all right. Next door,

right next door, there's a little girl waiting for you. You have too many interests to let go of,

even that little girl?"

Vincent frowned: "A little girl? What little girl?"

"Hardy is talking about that group of five adventurers we met last time. They brought a little

girl they said they wanted to give you." Mark shook his head too. "She looks really young,

Vincent, are you sure..."

"Ha ha ha ha..." The mage could not bear it at last, his brow unfurling and laughing, clutching

his stomach. His shoulders twitched rapidly, and he finally stopped laughing so hard, weak,

that his stomach hurt.

"Hardy, Mark, am I that horny in your eyes?" 'asked Vincent with a smile.

'Of course not.' Hardy replied, "I just want to remind you what's really at stake right now.

There's just too much sideline right now."

The smile on Vincent's face suddenly froze as he recalled why he had come here in the first

place. The scepter of prophecy was only a means. Finding Littlefinger trapped in the

Underdark was his goal. The other things -- the search for the Arcane scrolls -- were small

things compared to Phelps. He was now nothing more than a mage, a one-man force, able

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to navigate the city by maintaining a sense of mystery and the title of advisor to the First

Family. If you're not careful, not only will you get involved, but those around you will also get

involved. He does not know who else, only can call on the spider goddess power of the first

family mother can be the mage's friends.

Prudence, where life in the city is a tightrope, adds wraps to its own back.

"Well, thanks for the warning, but I'm getting a little carried away with my restoration of

magical powers." The mage walked over to Hardy and patted him on the shoulder. "I will say

nothing else, but in ten days we shall be out of this dark city!"

"Be careful yourself that you do not lose your composure and your thinking in your haste."

"Hardy said.

"Mark," Vincent turned to the dwarf. "Do you think Hardy would make a good mage? I think

he's calmer than I am."

Mark covered his mouth and giggled. Hardy gave Vincent a look and said, "Huh."

"What are you going to do for ten days, Hardy?"

"Nothing. Probably some packing to do. It's not like you can get back to the surface

immediately after you leave the city." Hardy threw up his hands. "Provisions and maps and

things like that. What are you going to do about the little girl? And these two women? Are

they left here?"

"That little girl is the little angel we have been looking for. It is too dangerous for me to carry

her with me. Please take care of her. I'd better leave you with the girls, because you said they

were beautiful anyway." Vincent picked up his staff and pretended not to see Hardy's

eyebrows raised in excitement. "Time is running out. I'll find a way to disarm the circle."

"Ten days is a long time, but it will pass quickly." Hardy looked at the mage and said

meaningfully.

But first Vincent et al had to find the adventure squad in the next room. Their room was only

two aisles away from where the Mage was. Hardy knocked on the door and went straight in.

But there were two other men in the room besides the ones he had met last time. What

bothered the mage most was that they were both dark elves, a man and a woman.

"Who are you? How dare you just come in? ' A dark Elf man looked back to see the entering

human mage.

Vincent takes out his coat of arms and surveys the room. The men of the Adventure party

held their weapons in their hands, while the little girl hid behind the savage orc warriors,

looking at the two men opposite her with large, frightened eyes.

"Of which family are you two? Where are your emblems?" Vincent put the badge back on his

body and stood in front of the soldier.

'Human beings! You have nothing to do here! Don't think that just because you're the First

Family's advisor you can get involved in dark elf affairs. This is the city of Prudence, the city

of the Drow!" The male elf draws his machete.

"Shut up! Male! There's no place for you to talk!" The female Drow snapped at her companion,

then turned to face the mage: "Counselor of the First Family, we don't mean to start a fight.

But we are here to take back what is ours."

'What do you want back? Hardy pulled out the double-headed sword from his back and gave

the Drow a wink. "Think about it first, then tell her what you want."

"HMPF! Ignorant stuff! Threatening us? Think you can escape the wrath of the dark elves?"

"Said the female Drow, pointing at Hardy.

"No. We can't escape the fury." Vincent clutches a scroll in his left sleeve. 'But we can keep

our anger in this room and no one else will know about it.'

'What?' "Exclaimed the female drow, who understood her situation at once. Facing a siege of

nearly ten men -- one of whom was a mage of the First House -- escape was the only option.

Almost as soon as the word "what" came out of her mouth, a cloud of darkness filled the

room for an instant.

"Quick Spell Power! Vincent's mouth turns up slightly. He had known for a long time that

some of the Drow could cast spells in an instant, without using incantations or gestures at all.

Against such enemies, unless you were prepared, you could lose the initiative in a moment.

This is where the scroll in the mage's hand comes in. Vincent shook his hand and the scroll

dropped from his sleeve. The words on it were displayed in an instant as magic power. The

room was immediately lit up like day, and the darkness that had just permeated was dissipated

without a trace.

Not expecting to be countered by the light so soon, the two dark elves, who were already

near the window, let out a cry of pain before they could close their eyes.

Hardy and Mapp, the orc barbarian, rushed forward at the same time, and before the others

could react, a double-headed sword and a large, curved-bladed blade split the thin body of

the dark elves in two.

The two men looked at each other and at the same time added another blade to their

opponent, then burst into laughter.

"You're a really strong guy, and your temper is just like mine!" Hardy clapped the Orc on the

shoulder with excitement. "We were just thinking of the same thing. It's not exactly the same

cut, is it?"

'What's a mould? 'asked the goblins, puzzled, having stopped laughing.