In the City of Prudence, the king capital of the Dark Elves, a place that no outsider has ever

dared desecrate in the entire history of Blasares, something amazing is happening.

On the second floor of the Tavern, in an ordinary guest room, a group of surface creatures

were watching the two dark elves lying in a pool of blood, smiling and laughing as if they

were standing in the judgment hall of Greafury, the god of light, instead of in the dark depths

of the earth. It was as if they were executing two evil dark creatures on Greafury's orders, and

it all seemed natural.

Only the little angel Sokka hides in the corner of the room, looking in horror at the bodies on

the floor. Her thick robe shook gently. Her eyes were wide with fear, but she could not move

them from the bodies.

Hearing Mapp's laughter, Sokka finally looked away. She moved her legs to get behind the

Orc, where she used to hide from danger. But to reach that safe place she had to pass two

lines of dead dark elves, and with one foot in the air she could not step out.

Seeing all this, Vincent went to her side, stroked Ka's golden hair, and said softly, "Little sister,

are you afraid?"

Sokka looked at Vincent with wide eyes. Her blue pupils were as fresh and bright as the sky

after a rain. She squeezed her eyes so that the moisture in them would hide quickly. She said

in a low but stubborn voice, "Brother Black Robe, I am not afraid."

"If you are not afraid, here is something I have prepared for you." Vincent pulls a ruby from

his pocket. In the center of the gem is a swirl of gold that keeps turning. If you look at it

carefully, it looks like a collection of shining stars. But in a trance, the stars merge into a single

stream and can no longer be distinguished from each other.

'How beautiful! Sokka's attention was completely drawn to the jewel. She held it up to her

eyes with both hands and turned it over and over. "Brother Black Robe, is this really for me?"

"Just take it," said Sokka. Vincent looked happily at the happy little girl in front of him. Sokka

seems to be the blue sky itself. Even in the darkest underworld, her innocent appearance can

release the tired mind from the heavy rock oppression and place it again under the vast blue

sky, to be relieved, relaxed and pleased.

"If a bad guy comes along, you take the gem, you say a spell, and the bad guy can't see you."

Pointing to the ruby, Vincent said, "The spell is simple: 'You can't see me.' Do you

understand?"

'Yes! You can't see me! ' Sokka said these words, and the ruby flashed a light of pale gold,

and the little angel disappeared from sight.

Everyone widened their eyes to find the angel, but no one could see Sokka except Vincent.

"Detect Invisibility!" Adventure's chaplain, the normally quiet chaplain Joe, uses spells. He

looked around, but his face was still puzzled.

Joe thought for a moment and took another scroll from his knapsack.

Vincent reached out his hand and stopped him. "Mr. Pastor, do you want to use the art of

truth? There is no need to experiment. Even if you use knowledge, you may not find it."

Just as she had vanished, Sokka reappeared, her little face flushed with excitement. "Wow!

Did I just become invisible, didn't I?"

'Yes, you were invisible. The Reverend also spied on you, but did not see you. Did you have

fun?"

"HMMM! Sokka kept rubbing the red gem with his small hands, deciding in his mind that he

would hold the playful stone even if he slept.

"How do you do it, Mr. Mage?" "Asked Reverend Joe, putting the scroll carefully away.

"In addition to its advanced invisibility, the gem automatically uses misdirection and hints to

all who try to detect it. All anti-stealth people will see the illusion of air and still not be able

to locate her true location."

'Oh! "Wow! There was an exclamation of admiration, though the goblins still looked confused,

and Willem the Halflon Wanderer's eyes gleamed with excitement.

"Then Sokka must be safe with you," said Wilhelm. Pastor Joe went over to the little angel and

took a cloth bag out of his pocket. He unwrapped the red thread and unfolded the cloth. A

white feather lay in the center of the blue bag.

"Sokka, this is the feather you used to put inside the statue of the Temple of the Broken Limbs,

and I replaced it with my own hair. I have kept it with me and now I give it back to you. '

Pastor Joe picked up the feather steadily with three fingers and placed it in front of Sokka. "If

I hadn't met you, sweet little girl, I might have fallen into hatred and darkness." He pulled a

necklace from his collar with a skull and crossed scythe on it. "Thank you Sokka for

remembering warmth."

"You're the priest of the God of Death?" Vincent frowned and looked at Joe. The priests of

Muerte mean the same thing as killers and executioners. Harvesting life is their sole purpose.

"Yes, I am a priest of the God of Death. I'm sorry to have kept that hidden." He looked at

Vincent, unconcerned by the Master's expression of disgust. "But from now on, I will worship

and Revere death itself, not the way that leads to it."

Vincent sighed. He had never understood the priest's way of thinking.

"No, you can just take the feather." Sokka held the ruby and blinked, apparently unaware of

any such thing as the God of Death. "I've got plenty of feathers, just keep that one. Give it

back to me. I can't put it back in."

The minister thought for a moment, gave a little "um," then rewrapped the feather and put it

back on his chest.

"Sokka, you have a lot of feathers. Can you give me a handful?" Hardy leaned in. "A lot of girls

love angel wings and want one or two like crazy. Just give me some."

Sokka jumped up behind Vincent and looked at Hardy with half his head out. "No, that hurts!"

Vincent protected Sokka and looked at Hardy with a smile.

The Halfling wanderer thought for a moment, then gave up on the idea of borrowing the

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ruby from the cherub and ducked down to search the pockets of the two dead dark elves.

The two money-straps were his natural trophies, and the crash of the gold coins soon

disappeared into the small bag around his waist. After turning the bag for a while, he brought

two things and put them in Vincent's hand. "Master, do you see what kind of badge this is?"

"This is the emblem of the second family!" Vincent looked at it and affirmed, "There is no

mistake. These two men are not Drow without status. They are members of the second family,

and they are not inferior."

"Then it is not safe here. We must leave quickly." "It seems Stonelegs knows some hiding

places," added William. "Let's get out of here at once."

'Yes,' said William. The mage nodded. "Hardy, Mark, the two of you, too. Be careful. The

Second House is very powerful." Vincent patted Sokka on the head. "The little angel is with

me, and I can use magic to hide her tracks."

When Vincent saw the priest trying to speak, he guessed what he was thinking. "Mr. Joe, as a

mage, I am better at hiding my tracks. Besides, my identity will be a good cover."

The priest pondered for a moment and nodded.

Mapp walked up to Sokka and pinched the angel's face lovingly. "Sokka, yes... Listen to the

mage, don't be playful, don't be silly, all right?"

Sokka was not at all afraid of the orc's big, ugly, twisted face. Fighting back her tears, she

nodded vigorously. "Uncle Weirface, I will listen to you. Be a good boy!"

"I'll see you again." The sorcerer looked out the window at the chiming light from the Black

Crystal Tower. "Now is not the time to talk. Let's move quickly."

Hardy walked up to Vincent, patted the mage on the shoulder with a serious face, "Take care,

and I'll see you at the bottom of the tower in ten days!"

"Now, don't be such a bitch." Vincent said goodbye to his friend with a smile. "Mark, take

good care of yourself. After I leave here, I will take you and Sokka to see the blue sky, white

clouds and the sea."

'I see,' said Soka. Mark patted his pockets, which were full of all sorts of magical gadgets.

"Vincent, take care!"

Then a group of people quickly left the hotel. The mage ordered the two women to follow

Hardy and obey his orders for a while, then led Sokka in the direction of the Black Crystal

Tower. For the time being, the sparsely inhabited Tower was the safest place to hide.

The little angel had got used to wearing a thick robe to hide his identity, and cleverly followed

the master behind, holding Vincent's black robe in his small hands without falling a step.

Vincent, however, can't be as carefree as Sokka, and he has to make sense of all the events.

Now, intelligence and how to use it becomes a priority.

The cherub had said that she was meant to be taken to Dark Elf City to be used by the Drow

for sacrificial rites. A sacrifice like his was extremely rare. There must have been a very powerful

dark elf family involved.

The Second family arrived at the inn to ask for the cherubs, and they said something that

caught the wizard's attention: "We have come to take back what is ours." This was tantamount

to admitting that they were the ones who had kidnapped the angel. If they planted it against

the First Family, it makes some sense.

But on the other hand, with only two men from the second family, this is a shabby effort to

carry out the "recapture" mission, especially when the target of the recapture is a precious

sacrifice. Even in terms of framing the First Family itself, it is a matter of walking on the edge

of a cliff, not to be careless. Two dark elves face off against a team of adventurers -- and

even without his help as a mage, it's hard to stand a chance.

Examining the two emblements, Vincent has discovered their location and communication

magic. Both of these spells are very much in the style of the second family of Dark Elves, not

imitations. There is only one possibility, then, that the two Dark Elves did not know that the

Adventure Corps was protecting the cherub.

In this case, since the Second House itself could not have done anything so careless, there is

only one explanation, and there is also a group of people who instructed the two dark elves

to take the angel, and calculated that they would die and leave the family emblem behind so

that they could proceed with their next plan. Unprepared, the two dark elves rushed in and

walked right into the trap.

They were the real owners of the angel kidnappers.

Those who frame the first family, and then advise the second family, can make the second

family get the sacrifice even if the framing fails. After the sacrifice, the power of the second

family will increase greatly for a short time. At the same time, the First family suffered a great

loss of power due to a mission to the Spider Goddess.

Under these circumstances, it is almost inevitable that the first two families will start a merger

war. There is a chance that the entire city of Prudence will undergo a reshuffle, with all the

Dark Elves potentially caught up in it. The Fifth Family was wiped out some time ago, and

whoever did it has tipped the balance. The forces that have been building up in the past may

soon be unleashed throughout the Underdark.

Vincent could not help but think of what Littlefinger Phelps had said, which, taken together,

made it seem that the secret underground Guild was in charge of all this. But there was not a

single piece of evidence that it was involved. Until the mastermind behind this is revealed,

Vincent will not be able to exert all his power; Only by finding the mastermind behind the

scenes can the master come up with a truly effective countermeasure.

Suddenly, Vincent felt Sokka give him two hard tugs from behind. He looked up. An old man

he knew was walking toward the Master. Archmage Vizren beckoned to Vincent. "Come with

me, little friend. I have something to tell you."