The door of the city of Prudence had fallen behind Vincent and his party, and they were now

on their way out of the Underdark. It was still dark, though, except for the leaping light of the

torches they held in their hands. The echoes of dripping water spread through the cave world,

wrapping the fragile bodies of all passers-by with the cold wind in the passageways.

But Vincent and others feel relieved. At least there are no high spires or cold walls, no dark

drow whips waving around, no strangers looking and prying unkindly. Now there was nothing

to burden them except the harsh environment.

But for this group of people, the environment itself is not much of a hindrance.

As a means of transportation, the group masquerades as a caravan of halflings. The so-called

cargo is nothing more than food and water, and everything of value has been exchanged for

the various supplies necessary for the adventure.

As no one had any intention of returning to the city of the Dark Elves, Stonelegs had already

bought these things with the money he had saved. Hardy's gains in the arena and Shelley's

carry-on items had been replaced by the necessities of their journey to freedom.

Now, with Shelley seated next to Vincent -- she refuses to agree to any other ride -- the

Drow uses her dark vision to scout the dangers around her. Vincent huddles under his wintery

cloak, trying to hide himself as best he can. Although he told Shelley to rest many times so

that the Master could more easily look around him, the Drow insisted on keeping watch

herself.

"Shelley was so careful because she was excited and excited," she said. Vincent thought to

himself, "Even when I left the Tower for my first adventure, I was just as nervous and nervous

as Shelley is now."

Most of the people in the party were in a daze. Even though their feet were on the cold

underground rock, and there were only grotesque rocks around them, but no man-made

traces, they still couldn't believe what they were feeling. Perhaps the exit from the gate was

so simple, and so far removed from their previous adventures, that most of them felt as if

they were in a dream, not outside the city, but still trapped in the wicked, shadowy Prudence.

'Have we left already? "Many people keep asking themselves. They look around again, confirm

their surroundings again, and say definitively, "Yes, it looks like it's gone."

Vincent holds his cloak tightly, covering himself like cargo on the back of a lizard. His

penetrating eyes scan his surroundings and keep an eye on all those who accompany him.

Phelps's fears were not unreasonable. Anything was possible if he had not left the Underdark.

It was only when the sun was warm and shining on him that Vincent could really relax and

get a good night's sleep.

The road they were taking was not the usual one leading to the city of Bribando. It was much

smoother and there were no sharp stalactites along the road. Bribando is a place where armor

and weapons are produced, and heavy ores are also the main goods they sell to the Dark Elf

City. The road Vincent is taking now is short, but not suitable for large trucks.

'Stop it! Vincent shouted suddenly, startling Shelley, who was next to him. Suddenly very agile,

the mage lifted his cloak, slipped off the lizard's back, and ran to the front of the line.

The female Drow followed closely at his side, and Phelps and Mark soon closed in on him.

Hardy stopped after two steps, and let the others immediately gather round him.

"Found anything? Shelley leaned into Vincent's ear and whispered, "I don't see anything

around. Is the dark spirit coming after me?"

The mage shook his head and pointed to the rocks on the ground and whispered, "Some

time ago, something passed by here, a lot of it. It..." Suddenly, he stopped speaking.

Shelley's eyes widened but she couldn't see anything. She looked at Vincent again and finally

whispered, "Could it be for us?"

Vincent smiled: "You really believe it! I just made a mistake. I'm just a mage. Inevitably, I

misread some tracks." He got up and hurried back onto the lizard's back as if nothing had

happened. "Move on, everyone. Just be on your guard."

Frowning, Shelley sat back down beside the Master. She stared at him for a moment and then

whispered, "Who are those guys? Have they anything to do with us?"

The Master raised a finger over his mouth. "It has nothing to do with us. Let's focus on the

way forward."

Still, Vincent could not be reassured by what he had just seen. With the help of his penetrating

eye he could clearly see the marks left in the ground, the wavy tracks that had crossed the

road, but which had been deliberately cleaned up and concealed. The stone walls on either

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side of the road looked normal, but two passages had long since been carved out, and the

openings had now only been covered with freshly molded stone and earth. This effect can be

achieved simply by plasticizing stone or by turning mud into stone. The passage can be seen

more clearly with the help of perspective.

But that's not what worries Vincent most. These wavy tracks look like snakes walking. And

judging from the width of the tracks, it's the snake man who's most likely. But the mage

wondered where there were so many serpents in the Underdark. The last time there were so

many snake people in that patio-like cave, it was always surprising. After Sokka's parents'

efforts to clean up the underground world, which was not inhabited by snake people, it should

no longer be so crowded.

In this case, there's only one explanation. These guys were definitely sent from somewhere

else for a purpose. Vincent takes out a map and looks at the terrain marked on it. Only one

name caught his eye in the direction the Snake Man was heading: "Prudence City."

"Impossible." Vincent shook his head. 'Do these Serpents want to attack Prudence City? No

way. Although the First and Second families have suffered great losses, other dark Elf forces

are still to be reckoned with. Although they have always liked to fight among themselves, they

have never relented in dealing with outsiders, and the Spider Goddess does not allow the

Serpent Man to come on her turf."

Because of this, Vincent doesn't think there's any need to worry everyone. Although everyone

seemed calm and relaxed, on everyone's mind was the worry of whether the Dark Elves would

make a move. There was no telling what the effect would be if news of the Snake Man were

added to the mix.

But Shelley, on the other hand, saw what the Master was doing, and by some measures she

knew him best. Counting on Vincent to lead her out of the Dark Elf world, Shelley had watched

Vincent's behavior carefully. In her view, Vincent's worried appearance at first was the real

him, but later he was just trying to cover something up. Shelley does not believe that a master

would act in a meaningless way.

Still, she was not used to being commanded by a man. Shelley moved closer to Vincent and

said, "Master, I didn't expect you to have such good eyes. In that case, I'll rest. You better

watch the road ahead." With that, she threw the two REINS that controlled the lizard to the

master, covered herself with a thick blanket, and fell asleep.

Vincent smiled as he took the REINS and watched the drow slowly fall asleep.

When Shelley woke up, the lizard beneath her had stopped and the surroundings seemed

strange, but the mage was nowhere to be found. She quickly jumped off her mount, landing

with her weapon in her hand.

There was no one around but the little angel Sokka, motionless on the back of another lizard,

his head buried deep under his wings.

Shelley made no noise, trying to slow her step, her hands dripping with sweat. She had never

felt this nervous or worried before when she was alone.

A scent wafted over her, like the smell of barbecued meat. Shelley immediately held her

breath. As far as she knew, there were many poisons that smelled like food. Had all her

companions been poisoned by this poison? The Drow's heart beat faster and faster. All she

could think of now was Vincent's face -- the wizard should not have been so careless!

Sokka's body moved, and his white wings spread. The little angel closed her eyes and sucked

with her tiny nose as if she were sleepwalking through the fragrance.

Shelley was just about to pull little Sokka back -- Prudence never cared about anyone's life -

- when a faint sound of footsteps came around the corner. Shelley put her left hand on the

trigger of the crossbow, where she was aiming.

Vincent was holding a small silver platter with pieces of roasted animal meat on it. As he

mumbled over the roast and sprinkled some powder over the meat, he made his way toward

Shelley.

"Oooh! You're up already! ' Vincent looked at the guarded female drow and smiled, "Mark

just roasted some meat. I brought it for you. Eat it." Then, in a low voice, he said, "The

seasoning is not complete. The dwarf's craft is not used. I have simply mixed the flavor with

magic.

Shelley immediately remembered the first time she had met the Vincent three, when she had

ordered some meat from them and eaten it, pretending to be an ignorant adventurer.

She smiled. This time, she was really relaxed and smiling. With her weapon tucked away, she

walked over to Vincent.

'Why is there only meat? No fruit? ' Sokka hovered over the crowd. "No fruit, no vegetables?

I don't like meat!"