The life of the Grey Dwarves is actually rather monotonous. They devote more energy to

building and forging, and are not as well versed in lavish banquets as humans. When it comes

to food, only their spirits are available, but they are still far inferior to their terrestrial relatives.

As for their meagre music and singing and dancing, they were not of any interest to Vincent.

The Master had always believed that such gatherings were simply a waste of life, especially

his own. The only reason he was going to this gathering was William the Halfling, who was

very enthusiastic about it. In contrast to the little man's elaborate disguisings of himself and

the others, Vincent is still wearing his old sorcerer's robes.

Shelley wouldn't let William design his own costume, either. Even with nothing to threaten

her freedom, Shelley never drew a sword under her, keeping to the Drow habit of always

being at war.

As a result, Hardy, Littlefinger Phelps, and Mark the Dwarf also took on the mage's look and

did not change their costumes. The two human handmaidens also return to Vincent, wanting

to continue their mission. Shelley looked at them coldly and distrustfully, her thin sword

squeaking in its sheath. The two maids returned to Hardy.

Vincent looked at the other group who were all dressed up. With a slight sigh, he took his

staff and said, "Let's go." And he left the Red Mushroom Tavern. All he could hope for was

that the party would be over quickly, or at least that it would not be too noisy.

Johnny himself waited in front of his house and greeted everyone who came. The Gray Dwarf

embraced his fellow man warmly and slapped each other on the shoulder with his best wishes.

Being able to greet guests at the door is one of the highest courtesies of a grey dwarf, and it

is unthinkable for a dwarf of Johnny's stature. The only person he's waiting for is Vincent, the

wizard. This human can bring himself unparalleled luck and the powerful help he needs to

advance in the path of power. The other gray dwarves are just taking Vincent's shine. In

Johnny's heart, he is also whispering curses to these guys who "get more than the reception

standard."

Shelley follows Vincent every step of the way, silently watching his back. She did not speak

much, and the Master was a relatively silent person. They were both used to silence. The only

difference was that Shelley was in the dark silence that accompanies loneliness and fear. In

her mind, the Drow would not let the Master out of her sight for fear of losing this male guide.

Vincent, who had come to represent the way out of the Underdark, had become Shelley's

beacon to a life of freedom.

Johnny treats the Wizard warmly, constantly introducing visitors at his side. Everyone who was

introduced seemed very excited, and most of the guys wanted to give Vincent a gray dwarf

hug, and their outstretched arms made it clear.

However, the sudden appearance of a ring of fire around the mage's body put an end to

these thoughts. Vincent began to feel a little impatient. These characters, who would have no

connection with his life, were testing the mage's willpower more than copying hundreds of

magic scrolls. He tried to hide his annoyance by keeping a haughty and cold look on his face,

and from time to time he brought up Willem and others to give them some publicity.

"Is it true, Master, that Mother Batana died at your hands?" 'asked one of the Grey Dwarf

warriors.

'No, she died fighting me.' Vincent thinks for a moment and adds, "I only gave her the las t

blow."

Similar conversations continued throughout the feast, and although the Mage deliberately

hid himself in a corner and tried to cover himself with the pillars that supported the room,

dwarves gathered around him and asked him questions. The mushroom soup, the hunks of

roast meat, and the cool wine did not attract the attention of the Grey Dwarves, and only

Mapp the Orc was happy to feast.

"An empty feast," said Mope. "Sure enough," Vincent said to Shelley, who was with him, "I still

can't hold on here. This stuff is making me dizzy."

With a silent smile, Shelley said, "You promised to come here and not pick a place you didn't

like even if you were going through the motions." She patted a speck of dust off the master's

robe. "Even if you wanted to help your friend, you've done enough. You live for yourself. I

learned that early on. Now it's my turn to persuade you."

"So you've decided not to live under the umbrella of the spider goddess, preferring to be

exposed to the sun." Vincent looks at Shelley. "I'm not sure if life on the ground is right for

you. But one thing to remember, don't call yourself a dark elf."

'Do the people of the earth hate that race so much? Shelley said, "I had heard rumors of this

during my time at the Temple of the Spiders, especially about the cruel treatment the

Grounders had given to their captured children."

"It was a very rare occurrence, given the small number of drools that went to live on the

surface, but the large number that died." Vincent looks at Shelley. "Your white skin is the best

disguise. It almost got you killed, but now it can help you to simply be born again."

Shelley looked at her arms and then at the two handmaids being hugged by Hardy, compared

their skin conditions, and said angrily, "I prefer to keep myself safe with what I'm good at.

Even with my sword I am safer than my skin."

"Oh, I know what you mean." Vincent said, "My magic is more powerful than this robe. Your

celestial lineage is very powerful and clearly exceeds the Drow part. But there's something I

should tell you. I never got the chance."

"Little Angel Sokka is your sister, your half-sister."

Shelley's expression did not change. She looked at the Master. "Do you mean that I should

always take care of her? She's of no use if she can't grow on her own. She will face many

enemies in the future, and at that time she will have to fight alone. If she does not make any

progress now, I will take her personally..."

At this point, Shelley stopped in some surprise. Recalling what she had just told him, she

turned to Vincent with a little chagrin. "That was used by the Dark Elf family to teach the

young Drow women that if they do not soon enter the Spider Temple and have a chance to

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learn their magic, they will soon be abandoned, that is, destroyed." Shelley grins wryly. "I still

live in the city of Prudence, where dark elf things should be discarded!"

"Not necessarily. There's still a lot to learn from the Drow." "Vincent said.

'Oomph! You could have used that in any direction, mage. I understand now about my s ister."

Shelley looked at the party and the lighted city outside. "But as far as learning is concerned,

this Grey Dwarf party is devoid of any sparkle or character. I can't wait to get out of here now."

Vincent looked at his friends surrounded by the grey dwarves. They were all impressed by the

hospitality. However, the enthusiasm of the grey dwarves is accompanied by great ingenuity,

and they would never work so hard if there were no easy profit to be made. The Mage, too,

looked out of the window and felt the map with his hand hidden in his sleeve. He thought for

a moment and said, "I think we'd better go."

Invisibility worked, and the two of them left the feast hall without incident. The cool air outside

relaxed them, and the quiet massaged their tired ears. The sorcerer leaned against the

boulder, a huge piece of solid ore, and murmured.

Bored, Shelley stood beside the mage, carving with her thin sword. Finally, she asked Vincent,

"Can you tell me more about the situation on the ground?"

When the magic spell was spoken, an image was immediately spread out in front of the

master, showing clearly the Blasares world they were in. A vast curving island was dotted with

nations, where men, dwarves and elves had their own territories, and where orcs and

barbarians from the north would prey upon them.

As travelers, though, man has always wanted to explore and expand. But given the sheer size

of Blasares and the terrifying creatures lurking around, the pace of exploration may never

come to an end. Creatures like dragons, for example, are scattered across the continent, and

anyone who approaches their territory is taken care of by these mighty flying beasts. Only the

lucky ones will escape.

Even so, arrogant humans have cut the world into little pieces and made them the "political

territory" of those nations, and considered themselves the masters of that territory. In fact,

with the exception of the holy Kingdom of Greafury, which was able to secure its territory with

the help of dotted temples and a large number of paladins, the concept of territory in other

countries was limited to those areas around important trade routes and villages.

The most ridiculous thing is that humans like to wage wars over territories that they have no

control over. In the parlance of the Mages, this is called "a frontier for the justification of war."

Vincent told Shelley what the countries on the continent were like, what they produced, and

how the people lived there. Fascinated, the drow listened to Vincent without even asking him

questions.

After a while, little Sokka, who was flying freely in the sky, also found Vincent telling a story.

She fell down with her wings and listened to him with relish. Vincent has been to many places

during his apprenticeship, and with the help of the teleportation between the various mage

towers, he can safely and quickly reach those places he has not been to before. The local

conditions and customs of each place attracted the master's attention, and the scattered

historical documents and the notes of the skilled craftsmen were even more attractive to him.

The locations of all mage towers are kept secret, and only a few are known by ordinary people.

Mages often place their towers in existing places, away from the hustle and bustle of the

world, where they can study magic in peace. The idea that a mage's friends are only friends

with another mage is very popular in the society. Often the subject of prejudice and gossip,

mages prefer to live in their own small circle and avoid interacting with those on the outside.

They act as advisors only when appropriate, and appear in such a manner in front of others.

In this respect, Vincent was an anomaly. He retained his circle of friends even after he became

a monk, and he came into contact with ordinary people much more than others. This has to

do with his teacher's tolerance of his practice. Many people thought it a waste of life to be

with people who were "rigid, illogical, lacking in knowledge, and ignorant of magic", but

Vincent derived as much pleasure from his association with ordinary people as he did from

the study of magic.

The more the master talked, the more excited he became, even when he returned to the Red

Mushroom Tavern, he was still telling the two girls about the funny things that had happened

on the ground. Shelley held Sokka, light as a feather, and listened intently to the Master's

story.

After realizing that Vincent had disappeared from the party, Johnny continued to chat and

laugh with the guests. He had expected this to happen and didn't think it was strange. He

himself had never expected to really establish a good relationship with the mage. All he

needed was for the mage to make an appearance at the banquet, which would greatly

enhance his prestige.

"Luckily I was smart enough," Johnny was boasting to himself. "It was easier to start with his

friend than to invite the wizard. '

Vincent didn't know he was being taken advantage of, but now he wouldn't be thrilled if he

knew. Vincent is so absorbed in his memories of the surface world that everything else seems

insignificant.

"I have done what I should do last night, and I no longer need to stop for others." Vincent

holds the map of the underworld in front of him and counts the length of each road leading

to the surface.

Pointing to the road through Dwarf City, he told Shelley, "This road is not the nearest, but it

will get us back to the surface the fastest."

Shelley placed the sleeping Sokka on the rope, and the angel reflexively hugged the string

tightly and continued to sleep comfortably. The Drow tiptoed back and whispered in the

mage's ear, "I'm right behind you, so I'll follow the path you choose."

Vincent rubbed his ears, feeling uncomfortable with Shelley's way of speaking. But Shelley

laughed softly when she saw the Master's gesture.