Sokka looks up at Vincent, thinks for a moment, and finally nods and leads him up to the next

level.

The third floor of the tower was empty, except for a trace of blood on the ground. There was

no body, as Sokka had said.

"It was here. How could it be gone?" 'said the little angel anxiously, looking around.

Vincent kept the angel behind him and looked around him with insight. When he was finally

sure that there were no attackers hiding in the room, he turned his eyes to the next floor.

And sure enough, through the thick ceiling, on the fourth floor where the Black Crystal Tower

used to store items, there was a dead body. Vincent flew up into the air to take a closer look.

The dead body lying on the ground was none other than Oros, Vincent's first visitor to the

tower. The young Dark Elf wizard was dead now, the two wounds on his back had congealed,

and the blood on his clothes had dried.

Sokka had not been able to reach the fourth floor of the Crystal Tower, and the murders she

had seen must have occurred on the empty third floor. Then the two men who came with

Oros must have been able to unlock the fourth floor on their own.

Vincent noticed that the items in the original storage room were no different from what he

remembered, as if nothing was missing. But when the mage turned his eyes to the giant metal

ball, he was surprised to find that the ball had completely frozen, and no longer continued

the regular transition between liquid and solid.

What Vincent never understood was the function of the metal ball. He had never seen a

record of such a thing. But the fact that the metal ball could be placed in such an important

place did indicate its importance.

It seemed that Vincent was still unable to obtain detailed information without removing this

blocking seal. He descends, uses the spell "Magic Trick" to clear the blood from the ground,

and flies back to the next level with Sokka.

The mage immersed himself in the scrolls and texts again. Time was running out.

Phelps, on the other hand, ran away with Mark as fast as he could, unfazed by the explosions

behind him. Littlefinger knew his way around, and soon led the dwarf to the relative safety of

the underground sewers.

"It's safe here, Mark. Dark elves don't come here," he said. 'said Phelps.

'What shall we do next?' Mark looked at the complex sewer. He couldn't tell where to go, let

alone which way to go.

"Let's go back to our hiding place and then we'll talk about what we're going to do for the

next few days."

Two small figures quickly moved in this channel, only a few mice were frightened by them, a

thin cry have to hide. Littlefinger knew the roads well, and though they all looked the same,

he was able to find the right way. After a while, they both slowed down, and after making

sure that no one was following them, the little fellow slipped into a crack in the sewer.

Pulling a movable brick from the wall, the dwarf and the halfling opened the secret door. In

this room Hardy, Stonelegs, and the other members of the Adventure Squad were hiding.

'Did the operation go well today? Hardy got a good look at the two men coming in and put

down his weapons. "Have you seen Vincent?"

"Well, it's good. It's going well." "I think Vincent is stronger than ever," said Phelps Littlefinger.

Now I am even more miserable in front of him. He has always been in charge of me before,

and I have no control over him. Now the gap is even bigger."

'Didn't you miss spending time with Vincent a while ago? You start worrying again so soon?

' Hardy grinned and joked about the halfling.

"It's not, it's not." Phelps waved his hand. "He's in charge, but when I'm with him, I always

move well, I have more good things in my bag, and I see things I never would have seen

otherwise. Where is my bag now, by the way? '

Willem, the other halfling, handed over his bag, and Littlefinger's face went green. This Willem

had a greater desire to collect than Phelps himself, and so many things did not reach him

without a circle. Littlefinger opened the bag at once and began to examine it carefully.

Stoneleg opened his palm and said to the others, "Come, come, collect the money. Willing to

bet to lose, pay quickly."

Hardy the warrior, Joe the priest, Gunlagon the Dwarf, and the two women all took out their

money and put it into Stonelegs' hands. But half the orcs did nothing. Stonelegs walked up

to him. "Big Man, you lost a bet. Why didn't you pay?"

"Mingming... He, his face is red, red color, why did you win?" The goblin stammered, "You

said green, and green is you who won!"

"That face has turned green!" 'It's red! "Green!" "Red!" ...

Hardy walked over to a still puzzled Phelps and told him, "You don't have to bother checking,

the bag was in my hand the whole time. We made a bet that if Willem gave it back to you,

guess what color your face would turn. I guessed black, but I was wrong. '

Mark covers his mouth and starts "sniffling", and Littlefinger is too angry to speak, pointing

out that Hardy can only "you, you..." . To calm the halfling, Hardy took him to the back kitchen.

As they closed the door, Hardy wiped his laughing expression from his face. He glanced

around and whispered to Phelps, "Did you find out who those guys who were going to attack

Vincent were?"

"No, we haven't. Not a clue, none." Littlefinger no longer looked angry. His face was now only

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worried.

"We can only hope Vincent is lucky enough to save the day," he said. Hardy rubbed the bridge

of his nose. "To my surprise, this underground union will find someone who can take them

into the Black Crystal Tower. It's becoming unsafe there."

"Don't worry, Vincent's going to be all right." Littlefinger clasped his bag around his waist and

patted Hardy's hand. "It was all my fault, actually. If he had listened to him and stopped

running around that day, he wouldn't have been thrown into the Underdark and brought him

to me. And now he's involved in some dangerous plot. I, I don't know how to apologize to

him..."

Seeing that Phelps was getting very upset, Hardy reassured him, "Don't worry. Wizards like

Vincent are very powerful. Those so-called killers don't get enough of them." He smiled at

the Halfling, "Leave him alone, and I'll take care of those killers. You'll see each other again

soon, and I don't know how happy he'll be. But it's best not to worry the others about the

assailant right now. '

'Well, nothing will happen to Vincent. I'll keep my mouth shut about this. ' Phelps nodded.

'Let's study the map again and see which way we should go.'

"It's not that I suspect anyone in particular, Littlefinger," he said. Hardy lowered his voice still

further. "The way we're leaving is best kept secret from anyone other than you and Vincent.

After all, this is the Underdark. You can't be too careful."

Littlefinger looked at Hardy's expression and nodded twice. "You're right. Vincent would say

the same thing if he were here."

All were in a hurry, confident of leaving Prudence City. But there was one in their plan of

escape who knew not even the timetable of his departure.

Shelley stayed in her room and meditated in front of the statue of the spider goddess.

It was part of her ritual training. Each day they prayed to the spider goddess to please her

and gain magical powers. Shelley was sent to the Spider Temple to study for a while, but

decided to return to the family, on the grounds that Mother Batana would teach her herself.

The other priests at the temple were so offended by this white-skinned creature that they

tried to drive her away, but they took the opportunity to agree to her request.

However, since Batana gave her the "Conquest potion", she no longer "tutored" her. Shelley

wondered at the change, but she didn't complain. In her opinion, the current situation is more

to her liking. As long as she sat here, meditating in front of the idol, she did not have to pay

any attention to the family's troubles.

"When will I get out of this cold prison?" Shelley's thoughts had traveled far beyond the First

House, beyond the Spirit City of Darkness, beyond the Underdark. All she could think about

now was what she had seen on her elf slaughter mission to the surface.

As the sun rose, all the dark elves covered their eyes and howled with pain, but Shelley did

not. Her eyes stung and her skin felt burning, but at that moment, her heart relaxed. She really

wanted to rush into that white, bright world at once, even if she was burned to ashes by the

fireball hanging from the sky.

But dark elf blood and Prudence city life had dragged her back. She had seen with her own

eyes how cruel the Dark Elves were in dealing with defectors. Add to that the fact that Drow

lives so long that they can spend hundreds of years searching for clues, waiting for an

opportunity, before they strike. The Spider goddess also loves this kind of planned revenge,

and once the defectors are killed, it will greatly please the goddess. All the Dark elf families

will not pass up such a good opportunity.

Shelley smiled as she thought of Vincent. Perhaps it was natural instinct. From the moment

Shelley first laid eyes on Vincent, her heart had said, "This guy might do what you want."

Shelley approached Vincent, watching him, testing him. When he noticed that Vincent was

able to stay alert for three days and three nights, keeping Shelley on his guard, the Drow was

completely reassured. Only such a person could possibly remove himself from the Dark Elf

family, and his chance had arisen again. She had the confidence that Vincent would protect

her from getting out of here safely and start a new life in the other world.

I remember the last time, she had put her hope in the monk Regula. But the mighty master

of the martial arts had acted too seriously, as if nothing had moved him. Shelley felt less and

less in control of the monk. Eventually, something happened and the monk became part of

Zeena's faction, ending Shelley's hope of ever leaving the village.

As far as it goes, everything seems to be going well. Matron Batana was too busy testing the

loyalty of the new priests to come back. The number of lower-level sacrifices in the second

family was far greater than they had assumed at first. These were not members of the inner

circle of the aristocracy, but their power should not be underestimated. Mother Batana is

happy to see what she has gained from this battle, but she is worried about the huge workload.

At present, there is no senior priest in the family who can really help her. So Shelley was left

unsupervised for a few days at the compound.

There was a knock at the door and a female voice, unfamiliar to Shelley, said, "Miss Shelley,

Mother has summoned you. Please come to the audience room immediately."