The e people sitting around the fire appeared to be having fun, as they lay on soft tavernas,

getting comfortable with a simple but tasty meal.

Mark, the wee man, was busy, turning pieces of meat to roast them on a red-red stone slab;

As e, he added dry E plants to the fire underneath the flagstones to keep the flames warm.

Mapp, an orc, and Gunlagon, a dwarf, both have big appetites and quickly clean up Mark's

dishes.

Vincent watches Shelley sitting beside him with her silver plate. She eats carefully in front of

her, now relaxed from her false alarm. The little angel ran back and forth, searching among

the goods carried by Stone Legs, to find out where the Dwarf had put the "fruit."

The mage came to Hardy with his scepter of Power, and he and Pastor Joe were guarding

and scouting the makeshift camp. Neither man had dark vision, but the glasses they had

prepared solved the problem.

"What's the matter?" "The smell of the food may attract some predators. Be careful."

"Nothing. I will use my wind-making skills to blow the scent aside into a closed cave, where

it will be safer." "Said Pastor Joe.

The mage nodded and looked down into the deep tunnel. Although in his eyes there was no

difference between day and night, above and below ground, in his mind the difference was

great. He patted Hardy on the shoulder and said to the two of them, "What are you going to

do back to the surface?"

"I will go back to the temple." Joe touched his coat of arms. "Maybe I'll be a common priest

all my life."

Hardy smiled and looked at the master. "Walk around a little, of course. Dark elves are sexy,

but they have terrible tempers." Hardy motioned to Shelley, "You beat the only one with a

good temper to it. Vincent, what are you going to do?"

Vincent looks at Shelley, who is eating alone. The drow still has a long way to go before she

can integrate into life on the ground. The Mage looked at his friend and thought for a moment.

"When I return to earth, I will go with Littlefinger to find my friend who was lost on the

battlefield. Nearly half a year has passed since Moonhaven was captured. I wonder what has

become of them."

Hardy looked at the mage for a moment and then asked, a little puzzled, "Vincent, have you

spent your past time wandering this continent on adventures? Have you never had a place to

rest?"

Naturally, the mage knew what Hardy meant. On the land of Blasares, mages are known as

the "cunning and arrogant bunch" and are not well liked. The general public, in particular, is

afraid of the power and wisdom of the mage, and they are afraid that after the mage is strong,

he will challenge the gods and once again throw the whole world into havoc. After becoming

a mage, everyone will become lonely. Their past is abandoned and no one wants to be close

to a mage anymore. Only the traveling adventurers, a few of whom have worked with a mage,

are free from this prejudice.

It was often the fate of a mage to live out his days in a mage tower, with only his apprentices

at his side.

When Vincent heard this, he stood there frozen, but his thoughts drifted far away, and the

waves of memories kept surging in his mind. At last, without saying anything, the wizard

turned back and sat down beside the Drow.

"What part of the earth do you want to see, Shelley?"

"Whatever. I haven't decided yet." "I've never been anywhere, so I'm depending on you,"

Shelley said.

"I want to go to the kingdom of the elves, to the forest where they live. You will come with

me. ' The mage looked at Shelley. "If you don't say you're a dark elf, no one will recognize

you."

Shelley frowned for a moment and then nodded, "Well, I'll have to follow you."

"There is one more important thing." Vincent said, "From now on, I am slowly teaching you

the common language of the earth. You can't always talk in Dark Elvish or some underground

language."

'I understand that,' said Harry. Shelley put her plate aside and clapped her hands. "Here we

go!"

A few days later, the party arrived in the city of Bribando without any danger. There were no

other attackers on the way, except for some underground beasts, which Hardy and Mapp had

beaten to make dry food. The city was still as it had been on their first visit, with armies of

grey dwarves at the gates examining the passing traders.

The sorcerer stepped forward, hoping that his last visit would be of some convenience to

them.

"Stop! The man in the black robe! ' "Cried one of the gray Dwarfs, and he struck his spear

hard on the ground, as if by doing so it were a giant from the cloud tops.

"Put away your spear, dumb-head! A chunky guard runs up and taps the guy in front of him

on the back: "Don't you see what robe this Lord is wearing?"

Vincent then noticed his own dress, which had been given to him by Shelley, and although

the style was very old, it was the very old style that had impressed the dwarves.

"It is only a black robe! Boss! Afraid of nothing." The silly head strode over to Vincent. "Where

are you from and what are you doing here?"

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"I want to rest my feet in this city." Vincent takes off his hat and reveals himself. "If possible,

the Red Mushroom Tavern would be a good choice."

The advancing dumbhead suddenly stopped. He took a step backward and hurriedly pulled

out a stack of papers from his arms, reading them one by one.

Hardy clenched his weapon behind him, and if the Dark Elves had asked the Grey dwarves to

put out a warrant for Vincent and his party, they would have had to do it. With their supplies,

they could do without entering the city, but it would take time to secure the party's safe

passage out. Especially when it comes to turning these clumsy cargo lizards around.

"Aaah! So you're the one Mr. Johnny was talking about. Welcome to Bribando City again."

The Grey Dwarf showed Vincent a picture. 'You see, don't you?'

Vincent had already seen, with his abnormal vision, what was on the paper. It was a slender

human sorcerer, dressed in robes. Everyone on the continent boasted that the dwarves were

the best craftsmen, that they made armor that could withstand a thousand swords and

halberds, and that they built houses that could stand for a thousand years. But when it came

to their art, and especially their painting, it was a far cry from the talent they had shown in

other areas. Vincent looked at the piece of paper and laughed: according to the picture, any

thin human being who wore a robe could be welcomed into the city as a Vincent.

But since he was the real thing, he had nothing to worry about. Vincent let them lead the way

towards the red mushroom. The mage had lived there for some time and was familiar with

the surroundings. Naturally, he chose red mushrooms as his first choice.

Along the way, Vincent kept thinking about the road that should be taken by his own people.

To leave the city of Bribando was to return to the right path. The path Littlefinger had drawn

in the first place could no longer be followed. This would surely divide the party. Fortunately

for the Mage, after his observation over the past few days, there should be no spies in the

party that he had feared. Unless he's hiding it too well.

"All right, guys." In Red Mushroom's room Hardy looked at them all and said solemnly, "Here's

the thing. We've come to the city of the Grey Dwarves. It's time to give you the real map."

Then he took some rolls of paper from his knapsack. "From here, there are quite a few exits

to the ground, perhaps you all have your own plans. So here are five identical maps of the

route from here to the surface."

'What do you mean by that? Gunla said, "You mean we must part? Go our separate ways?"

The dwarf blew his whiskers disapprovingly. "If you ask me, those who escaped together

should return to the earth together!"

William the Wanderer said nothing, but stepped forward, took a map, and went back to his

corner.

'What do you mean, Willem? Are you going to go away by yourself? ' Unsatisfied, Gunla said

to the Halfling, "You are the boy who wants to run away alone."

Willem shrugged his shoulders, looking unconcerned. "I'm just taking a map, and if any of

you want to come with me, I won't object."

Mapp looked at young Sokka, who was still confused and said nothing at Shelley's side. Mapp

thought for a moment and walked over to Willem. "I... I'll come with you. '

'All right, big guy! William smiled and said, "It's a relief to have you on my shoulder."

Sokka moved closer to the orc. "I want to be with..."

'You follow me, Sokka,' he said. Vincent has been standing at the door of the room, holding

his Dharma staff and closing his eyes. He did not open his eyes even as he said this: "There is

no room for negotiation on this point. I promised your parents that I would take care of you

and that I would keep you with me. '

A scroll floated up and into Vincent's hand. Shelley smiled. She had already made up her mind,

and she had no need to tell anyone what she thought. She had no obligation to tell anyone.

The Master frowned. He straightened up from his lean against the wall and opened the door.

"You guys get on with the rest of your business. I'm going to take a breath. His eyes fell on

the fairy girl. "Shelley, keep an eye on Sokka for me. Don't let her wander."

"In that case, maybe I'll have a map, too." Joe stepped forward and took a copy. "I want a

place to rest. I don't want to be in danger when I get back to earth."

The discussion in the room is still going on, which is why Vincent doesn't want to s tay there

for long. He went to the outside of the Red Mushroom Tavern and held the staff of Power

tightly in his hand.

It should have been a busy place, but now there were too few people walking. Perhaps the

dwarves have the same ability as some of the birds on the ground, to sense danger in advance,

and to avoid it at a distance.

"It is the right thing to do," said the dwarf. Vincent sighed: "Good, save you worry on the way

back."

With that, he left the tavern and walked slowly toward the market, where, in his memory, the

road to the market would first pass through a square with few obstacles and shelters, just

right for the sorcerer.