Vizrunda stood on the side of the road and beckoned to both Vincent. "Come with me. I have

something to talk to you about."

Vincent took Sokka's little hand and followed. Now he had something to ask the old dark Elf,

too.

Several of them walked toward the tower. None of the dark elves patrolling the area

questioned them. They all just looked at the old Wizard from a distance and let them go.

Vincent was not surprised by all this. At Vizren's age, he was almost as old as the city, and it

was impossible for any dark elf not to know him.

Sokka was holding one hand in Vincent's hand, and the ruby in the other. If anything should

happen, the angel would be the first to say, "You can't see me."

As he approached the tower, Vincent learned what damage had been done by the last

explosion. All the buildings around the tower had been leveled, and only the remains of the

old lounge were left. The ground was covered with a layer of broken stone powder, which left

a dense trail of footprints.

Standing in front of the gate of the Blackcrystal Tower, Vizren stopped and turned. Heaving

a heavy sigh, he said to Vincent as if with a great determination, "Master, you are from the

surface world. What are dark elves like in your heart?"

"Powerful and cunning." There was no need to think, Vincent blurted out.

'Are the Dark elves really strong?' With a sigh, Vizren opened the gates of the Black Crystal

Tower. The three men walked up the steps to the third floor of the tower. There was nothing

in the empty room, just as there had been on the Mage's last visit.

The Wizard of Vizren floated gently up, pressed his hands to the ceiling, and uttered a spell.

The brief spell ended so quickly that the Wizard did not even notice a single word. All the

characters on the ceiling lit up, and with a loud boom, stone steps dropped from the floor

above.

"Come with me." Vizlen led Vincent and Vincent up, and the steps closed behind them.

'This is the heart of the Black Crystal Tower, where you have always wanted to be.' Vizlen

pointed at the objects in the room and finally aimed his hand at the scepter beside the huge

round base. "That's the Scepter of Prophecy. I don't know what you want it for, but it's just

lying there. There are no traps or spells to protect it. You can just pick it up and use it."

Vincent looked into the old Master's face and wondered at his motives. 'Why are you telling

me this now, Master Vezren? Didn't you try to dissuade me from acquiring the scepter of

prophecy?"

Vizlen did not answer. With a wave of his hand, the roof of the floor disappeared, and the

three men, suddenly unable to feel the gravity beneath them, floated gently up. Above the

level where the scepter of prophecy was, the very top of the black crystal tower, and now the

three of them stood outside the tower again, with the great shining stone over their heads.

The silent city of Prudence lay prostrate at its feet, and from this position the whole city could

be seen. The streets criss-crossing the city are like the veins of the body, and the castles of

the families of dark elves are like vital organs. Together, they form the foundation of the entire

Dark Elf City.

The three magic carpets in the downstairs room flew up and floated behind them. Sokka

touched the carpet with his little hand to make sure it was floating in the air and not falling

to the ground, and he jumped onto it. Vincent waited until the Archmage was seated, then

sat down next to Sokka.

"Man, the Scepter of Prophecy is indeed a powerful object that can see what will happen

some time in the future, but I must warn you that it is powerful. It is repulsive." Vizren held

the wand in his "mage's hand," stroking it gently, and then tossing it away.

Vincent watched Vizren's contradictory actions and decided not to do anything.

"The scepter of Prophecy is a good thing, and the dark elves have used it to get through one

difficulty after another. But it was not until recently that I understood the true meaning of the

scepter." The Wizard of Vizren took out his handkerchief and wiped his hand as he touched

it. "It does not point to the future, it points to a path to the future. I have learned the limitations

of this staff, so use it. I no longer need it, nor do the dark Elves."

Vincent listened to the archmage, but he did not fully understand. The Master of Vizlen looked

strange today. He seemed to have a heavy burden on his back. The great pressure made him

look haggard. If it weren't for his strength, the old Wizard would have cracked under the

pressure.

Sokka had no idea what the old dark elf was saying, and the staff had no interest in her. The

little angel sat on the soft magic carpet, excited at the large metal ball under her feet, which

was constantly changing from liquid to solid.

"What do you hope to achieve, Master Verzren, by saying this? I beg you to tell me so."

Vincent smiled. "Although I am a mage myself and know that mystery is very important, I, on

the other hand, am not a big fan of riddle-like speaking."

"Vincent, you are the most gifted and powerful mage I have ever met. I can see that until now,

you haven't used your true power." Vizlen thought for a moment and then said, "I want you

to do something, and it's not difficult. I need you to be here when the shining stone on the

Black Crystal Tower shines like the sun. I need your magical powers to help me. If you can do

it, I will give you the rod of prophecy in full."

Vincent thought for a moment and refused with a smile, "Mr. Vizlen, you just said that you

understood the limitations of the scepter of prophecy, and I, too, realized the true meaning

of this scepter some time ago. Besides, I have no interest in getting this scepter. I just have a

few unimportant questions that I want answered." Vincent looked down at the dark city of

Elves. It was like a prison, sealed off from outside threats but also holding all his inhabitants

captive. He continued, "Master Vizren, you are a powerful wizard, and I do not understand

what you are using my power for, but I am responsible enough to remind you. The energy I

use, when combined with the energy used by other mages, will only blow them up. If you

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want to use my power, it can't be done."

A faint drowsiness began to invade Vincent's mind, and the mage knew he had to rest. He

stood up and nodded to the old master. "Do you have any further orders, Master Vizren?"

"Even if you do not promise to come here, you will come here at that hour." The old mage

glanced at the staff of prophecy on the ground. "By the way, the last time you were enchanted

was by one of my apprentices. It seems that you have taught him a good lesson. His failure

to listen to me is his own fault, but that doesn't change the loss of one of my apprentices."

The old master smiled, then added, "The city of Prudence has always been, is, and will always

be a place surrounded by darkness. You are a man from the surface of the Earth, and do not

belong here. Why don't you take what you've always wanted and leave?"

With these words, the scepter of prophecy gently floated to Vincent's hand, quiet and close

to his mighty scepter.

"Since I have given you one scepter, I will give you a second." "Take this staff, and you will

know what you must do," said the Wizard of Vizren.

This is not the first time the old Master has contradicted himself, and his thoughts and

positions have been wavering. Vincent looked at the staff in front of him, thought for a

moment, and finally decided to bring it back.

The scepter of Prophecy was not heavy. It was like an ordinary stick and easily fit into the

hands of the mage.

Vizren pointed to the Black Crystal Tower at his feet and said to Vincent, "Now this tower is

completely open to you. You can rest here without worry. Keep your spirits up, and you will

come back here again."

With that, the old wizard jumped down from the tower and disappeared into the dark cave

with the help of his flying skills.

Vincent took little Sokka down to the inner part of the tower. He couldn't believe his eyes.

The scepter of prophecy he had always wanted was now in his hands and he could use it

whenever he wanted.

But the more this happened, the less Vincent dared to use the power of this artifact. He kept

stroking the pattern on the staff and hesitating to look at the long staff carved from iron and

wood.

Little Sokka stood with her head tilted to one side and looked at Vincent. After a while, she

couldn't bear it anymore: "Brother Black Robe, how long are we going to stand in this place?"

With a sudden start, Vincent realized that he was lost in thought and had forgotten the

situation around him. He took the little angel to the empty tower and carefully held the

scepter of prophecy in his left hand. "Little Sokka, I am going to use an artifact now. Take care

to protect yourself."

Sokka tilted his head for a moment. Then he nodded and said, "I see. Hide yourself! You can't

see me!" With one brush, the cherub's figure vanished completely.

As long as the gem is in hand, unless you have a natural ability to see through invisibility, like

Vincent, it is almost impossible to detect the angel's presence. He reassured himself by

reciting the incantation carved on the staff.

A white light filled the room, and Vincent's voice grew louder and louder, and every word

sounded like thunder. The whole room became like day, and not a shadow of darkness could

hide.

Vincent's eyes were closed and his whole body was shaking violently. His sweat was oozing

from his skin like rain, but it was instantly evaporated by the heat of the staff. The pure gold

prosthesis held the wand, emitting plumes of white smoke. Even the strongest metal in the

world seemed to melt in the instant heat.

With a crack, the staff was dropped to the floor with a sharp crash, and the light in the room

immediately returned to its original level. Vincent sat down on the floor, his sorcerer's robe in

flames.

'Make water! Little Sokka's voice rang in the mage's ear, and a light rain poured over Vincent's

head. With a white mist, the fire and heat were dispelled from the mage's body.

Vincent looked at his pure gold left hand, the part of the palm holding the Dharma staff has

been branded with many words and symbols, that is the original pattern on the wand of

prophecy God. The high temperature just now is definitely the ghost of the old mage Vizren,

in the records of the mage Association, the prophecy wand will never have such a powerful

destructive force. The sorcerer of the Dark Elves, who had mastered the Phalanx, was surely

trying to kill himself in this way.

"No wonder he tried so hard to get this staff into my hands. He had just thrown it away for

fear of being hurt by his own array!" Vincent is still afraid now, if it is not used to holding the

wand of power in his right hand and giving the wand of prophecy to his left hand, his body

would have been burned to ashes in the high temperature.

Although the old master had been Yin once, Vincent did not gain nothing. Through the use

of the staff, he already knew the answer he wanted in a short time. The location of the Offa

scroll of "Higher Creation" was already clear to him.

The wand of Prophecy fell to the ground, and its red-hot body gradually cooled and changed

back to its original form. Little Sokka emerged and ran on tiptoe to the side of the staff,

looking at it curiously.

"Sokka, don't move..." Before Vincent finished his words, he suddenly felt as if he had fallen

into an ice cellar, and his hot internal organs were suddenly surrounded by cold ice. The

temperature in his body drops so fast that even his blood starts to freeze. Along with the cold,

a sensation of electric shock spread through his body. The monk immediately thought of

Valentine, who had been asleep for a long time.

"Banish!" "The mage grabs the last shred of consciousness and uses the spell on his own body.

Originally intended for use against a creature commonly summoned by dark Elf priests, the

spell had to be used against the ghost inhabiting his body.

A red mist rises out and stands in front of Vincent. The mist was much larger and more intense

than before, and two swirling black eyes looked at the Wizard.

"I finally remembered..." A voice different from Valentine's came out of the red mist.