"Human Mage, what caused you to destroy your family's advisor badge?" Mother Batana

looked at Vincent. "The spider goddess's eyes are always fixed on the underground world. Do

you think what you have done can escape her eyes?"

On the way to the First Family, Vincent decided on his answer to this question. He said, "Your

Grace, the purpose of destroying the family crest is to preserve the family crest."

'Male! Is such a contradiction an answer? Do not try to deceive the omnipotent spider

goddess!" Mistress Batana rose from her throne, snake whip in her hand, pointing to the

"reverent" mage.

"Madam, I have been attacked more than once in the Underdark, as the omniscient Spider

Goddess can testify." Now that the Dark Elf had mentioned the Spider goddess, the mage

followed her lead. "At first I thought it was just a routine assassination by another family. But

then, no matter how hard I tried to hide my tracks, they would find me. I went through all my

equipment and found the magic Circle with the ability to locate itself in the family crest. So I

destroyed it."

Vincent looked at the emblem on Batana's chest and began to suspect that it was more than

a simple sign of faith. Since Valentine left Vincent's left arm, the Master has recovered quickly,

even better than before. Over the next few days, Vincent makes good progress in his research

into the mysteries of the Dark Elf Circle. According to his analysis, the badges of the family

members contain communications and locating magic, which all point to a center where all

the badges' messages are recorded. And this hub must be in the most secure place. Dark

elves live in a treacherous world where no one can be trusted. Then this vital thing for the

safety of the family must be in the mother's body, but she will not give it to anyone, and surely

never leave her side. Now it seems that the emblem is the most likely.

"So, dear Mother, if the advisor's badge is not destroyed, I may be assassinated at any

moment." How then can I continue to serve the mighty First Family? At this critical juncture,

there can be no slippage."

Batana's heart would never believe the Master's excuse, and now she was furious. In normal

times, destroying the family crest would be like betraying the family, and there would be

absolutely no "mitigation" except to send the traitor back to the cave to feed the snake. The

sorcerer must have discovered the trace on him and had been trying to get rid of it, but there

was no way to erase the spell. He had no choice but to work on similar positioning spells in

order to force his way through the array in his family's insignia. In order to hide their actions,

they destroyed the badge. It is an insult to the wisdom of the mother to argue that she was

destroyed for protection!

But on the other hand, Batana could not quarrel with Vincent at this time. Now he was useful

-- he had only a little of it left. As soon as he gets through this, there will be a new blood in

the family. At that point, there will be no members of any other race left in the core of the

first Dark Elf Family! The Drow will once again be the pride of the underworld, the pure master!

"So it is, Mr. Counselor Mage." Fighting back her anger, Batana decided to suppress it and

simmer it again until later. "It seems that you 'did' have a good reason to destroy the family's

advisory badge. However, since you are still a member of the First Family, you must have a

badge. It may take a while, but your badge will be delivered to you very soon!"

"Then I shall be most grateful to my mother for her generosity." 'said Vincent. However, in his

heart, he did not think that this badge would have a chance to get to him.

Of course, in Mistress Batana's plan, the Sorcerer would never have gotten the advisor badge

again.

Vincent took his place and kept his head down. His penetrating eyes scanned the hall and

saw that Shelley had been winking at him as if she had something to say.

But this was no time for conversation. When the warrior monk Regula entered the hall, the

mother finally stated the purpose of this gathering.

"We are going to raid the Second House! Make them disappear from history forever!"

There was silence in the hall, and the eyes of the dark elves shone with excitement and

enthusiasm. It had long been their wish to attack the Second House, and it did not feel good

to always be chased by others. Several of the younger members of the family could not hold

back their excitement, their fingers twitching rapidly, their breathing becoming fast. In their

minds, only blood, only victory, only the satisfaction of conquest can quench the excitement.

Vincent thought for a moment and decided to stop the operation. Now, with a few more days

of stability, Vincent would have had the chance to escape and Shelley would not have had to

suffer in this dark world. Getting involved in the Dark Elves' family war at the last minute could

have a detrimental effect on their escape.

"Dear Mother, this is not the best time to attack the Second House. We have not yet recovered

from our last operation."

"Keep your mouth shut, counselor! My orders are for you to obey, not for you to question! I

didn't ask for your opinion!" Batana exclaimed, "The Spider goddess has instructed me that

now is the best time to attack the Second House! The great Goddess will be at our back, and

the Second House, who has lost her favor, will tremble and cry at our feet. The glory of the

city of Prudence be upon the First House!"

The warrior monk, who was standing opposite Vincent, looked tired, and was about to speak

when Vincent interrupted him.

"Dear Master mother, with our present manpower alone, even if we can successfully destroy

the second family, we will suffer great losses. We will be powerless in the face of other

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opponents. I hope you can think about that."

"Male! Your little wisdom is nothing to me, let alone to the omnipotent spider goddess. The

great goddess has given me clear indications that victory is ahead of us. It may be all darkness

to your eyes, and your timid heart has narrowed your vision. But before my eyes the road

leads to victory and glory!" Batana brandished the serpent's head whip and said excitedly,

"Sacrifice men, warriors, take up your weapons and go! We will surprise the Second House!

To honor our goddess!"

Vincent shook his head, clenched the wand in his hand, and then sighed helplessly. He pats

his pockets, where he still has several scrolls of Advanced Invisibility. There were times when

the magic inside these pages was the hedge against risk. With the exception of Shelley, the

fate of all the dark elves was not his concern.

"If I had time, I should have found another ruby of the best kind. After all, there can't be too

many invisible stones." "Muttered the mage's mind.

Batana led the way out of the audience room, the dark elves at her heels. Shelley flashed a

charming smile at the mage as she passed him. Vincent quickly observed the people around

him. Fortunately, no one noticed.

At this moment, the warrior monk Regula came to Vincent and said, "Master, let this feud

between us be over." With a serious look on his face, he said, "How did you do the job I asked

you to do?"

Vincent looked at the monk. His penetrating eye immediately noticed many wounds on his

body. The current master of martial arts was not in his best condition at all. What on earth

had brought him into such a state?

"I haven't found a way to break the curse, but if you want to change it into its original form, I

can do it." Vincent estimated the level of magic he was now able to use. He is not yet at his

best, but he has the absolute advantage of being able to transform and create spells.

"What's the difference between the two? "Asked the monk, motioning for the master to follow

the procession.

"The curse itself has painful torments in addition to its transformation. I am not the sacrifice

of the dark elves, still less the 'great' spider goddess herself, and this painful torment I cannot

in any way remove. But as far as physical modification is concerned, it is not a problem."

'So, magic really is a magical thing.' The monk thought for a moment, then suddenly stood in

front of Vincent and stopped him. "Master, I hope you can help me. Of course, in this

Underdark, everything is about reward. Your lack of demands and quid pro quo disturbs me

greatly. Let me be prepared for what you want."

Vincent thought for a moment, "Monk, as a master, I don't need you to do anything. Without

you, I can still do what I want to do on my own. If there is anything you must do in exchange,

I ask you to make an oath."

'Tell me,' I said. The warrior monk replied simply and clearly.

"Never stand in my way again." Vincent bypasses the monk and walks forward with his wand

of Power.

The monk turned around, looked at the monk's back, shook his head and said softly, "This is

too cheap..."

The line of attack of the first family is not complicated, and it is a direct raid on the second

family's compound. They took an unexpected frontal attack, bringing even the reserves with

them. Vincent scratched his head and thought about it and understood why Mother Batana

had done this. The city of Prudence has two large levels, the main body of the city in caves,

and the complex sewers. Dark elf warfare usually takes a two-sided approach. Large numbers

of slaves and cannon fodder storm the main part of the ground station, trying to paralyze

their outer defenses in the shortest possible time. No special training was required for these

expendables, except that they were incapable of discerning traps -- the fate of these men

was to pave the way with their corpses. Behind them was the main force of the attack.

The other team attacks from the sewers, and they are usually elite warriors with the ability to

sneak and surprise. This unit, led by the master of martial arts, usually sets out before the

battle, trying to break into the heart of the opposing defense quickly and secretly, paralyzing

their sacrifice system as much as possible, and buying enough time and space for the larger

army outside. Once the sacrifices are paralyzed, the entire Dark Elf family is on the verge of

collapse, unable to mount an effective defense.

But right now the First Family is in no position to mount a two-sided offensive. The dark elves

of other families may not know the power of the First Family, but Vincent knows everything

about their family. Vincent knew exactly how many warriors were left after their last mission,

how many captives were left, how many slaves they had. Add to that the replenishment they

had recently acquired, and the two-sided plan was not sound enough. So, the First Family

took a frontal assault, ready to break through the enemy lines and penetrate the heart of their

fortress in the shortest time possible.

Speed is of the essence. As long as the second family is divided to defend the underground

passageway, then the first family with all its strength will be able to break through the surface

portion of the defense. Once inside the castle, it was a battle of the best warriors. Vincent

could not think of anyone else in Dark Elf City who could stand in Batana's way -- the old

mage Vizren might be one, but he was not of the Second Family. The fact that the Mother

herself entered the fray, rather than casting spells in the family audience room, would have

been a surprise to the Second House.

If only they could get into the castle before all their underground troops returned, the First

House would have a chance of victory.

'Will it go so well? Vincent takes out the invisible scroll and slowly moves closer to Shelley.