Vincent has long anticipated that his arrival will attract attention from all sides, and as a mage,

he will become a battle resource for the Dark Elf family. And since Vincent is from the

terrestrial Society of Mages, which is absolutely number one in the study of magic in the entire

Blasares world, it would be of great benefit to the entire city of Prudence if we could find

some information on rare magic from him.

Also, the most fascinating aspect is that, as an outsider, Vincent is not a member of any family.

Even though Shelley of the First House declared the mage's allegiance to her, until Vincent

himself admitted it, all the Dark Elf lords had the power to win him over.

It was part of Vincent's plan to become the city's immediate focus as a fat bait. The Black

Crystal Tower, Prudence's destination, is not so easily approachable. It is still the school of the

Drow mages, made of iron barrels by their many magic traps and their long history of binding.

There are only three roads to enter the Black Crystal Tower. The first is to use their own

strength to break in, the second is to become a family adviser mage, under the consent of

the master mother to walk into the square; The third is to betray the ground mage union to

become a member of the Black crystal Magic Association, and then gain access to the black

crystal tower for magic research qualifications.

Vincent is not stupid enough to think that his ability can safely break into the Black Crystal

Tower, and still have to survive the attack of dozens of mages and hundreds of magical barrier.

Betraying the Mages' Guild on the ground means that he can only and must trade the magic

of the humans on the ground for the chance to study the magic of the Dark Elves. Although

he is now harnessing the power of the ancient Arcane, Drow magic has lost its appeal to him,

but he will eventually have to return to the surface. If his defection became known to the

Mages' Guild, he would be wanted as a traitor for leaking the secrets of his magic, and the

ultimate result would be death.

Becoming a family advisor may seem simple enough, and it doesn't affect Vincent's principles

-- it's just as much a job as being a defense advisor to Moonport -- but the dangers of doing

so can be imagined. The closer you are to the Mother, the closer you are to the power center

of the Dark Elves, the closer you are to the center of the conflict. In simple terms, you're

feeding the tiger with your body.

In addition to this, dark Elf cities inevitably have a second or even third power core. Since the

Drow themselves are more concerned with family rank, they have little control over the other

inhabitants, such as bear goblins, ogres, grey dwarves, subterranean halflings, and the

Grounders who come to the city -- although those who are powerful or have special skills

are divided among the family forces. As a result, in places the Dark Elves don't often visit, such

as this inn called the Tavern, there are always forces behind them, most likely active mercenary

groups or mysterious thieves' unions.

So when they send a goblin to test Vincent's strength, the Wizard naturally gives them a scare.

As with Shelley, Vincent had already begun to flex his muscles to increase his intimidation and

respect.

It was in this competition of powers that they began their lives in the city of Prudence.

Now Vincent's price was out, and it was up to them to make a counteroffer.

"Everything in the world is tradable." There is a saying among the Grey Dwarves. Vincent

scoffed at this saying, but in some cases it was not without truth.

It is particularly apt in the case of the subterranean marketplace of the city of Prudence.

It is a wonder of the underworld, one of the few places in the Underdark that abounds with

light. The lights that glow there can be seen from a great distance. As gems of various colors

and fine and bright ornaments were often traded there, their beauty and value were lost in

the use of dark vision without light, and many merchants suffered great losses. After a long

time, perhaps because the dark elves could not bear to be constantly deceived by other lower

races with various subterfuges, they relaxed the rules and allowed torches to be lit there.

The light from the torches did not harm the Drow, but it made them greatly uncomfortable.

Over time, the marketplace of the city of Prudence had few dark elves, and it flourished.

It contained almost every kind of goods that could be found in the underworld, all kinds of

minerals and precious materials, fine vessels and fresh food, rare beasts, and fine armor. The

only thing that was not allowed to be bought or sold here were weapons. Because any

weapon must be inspected by the Dark Elf family -- typically confiscating 30% of the

"defective" items in the process -- before it can be sold by the Drow's own merchant. As a

result, the best weapons are stored in Drow treasuries, the better are bought by mercenary

groups, and the worst end up in the marketplace. Even so, their prices are staggering, and

those who hold them will find they are no match for the monsters of the earth. Soon the

purchased weapons would return to the market as "castaways" or "trophies."

This is the cycle peculiar to the Underdark.

The Mage is not here to pick out weapons today, he's here to dispose of things today. But

don't you think he's going to find an empty space to lay a cloth and set up a stall. He's not

short of money. They came here to catch one thing: a pass to the city.

That's not the same as the ID that Lille gives you: the kind that only guarantees you won't be

executed as a runaway slave. They wanted to be able to make themselves The letter of introduction into the city, or the good relations reached with the mercenary

union, or the mutual recognition with the thieves' organization. In any case, Vincent needs to

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find another force apart from the Drow family. After all, he will have to leave this place one

day.

Vincent did not know how to find that kind of help, so he wandered around the market

looking for anything rare. Hardy was dazzled by roadside sales of beautiful women of all races,

until Vincent whispered in his ear, "Those creatures could be old ghost women or ogre witches

or ugly monsters." Then Hardy calmed down and followed the wizard. But he held his head

back like a giant vegetable that had been wilted in the sun.

Vincent is always using his penetrating eye to observe the situation from all angles around

his body. In addition to the crowded and noisy crowd of vendors and customers, there are

also many people who live off other people's money. Vincent was now waiting for someone

to pick up their money so he could find out if there was such a thing as a thieves' union.

But the more he wanted to be stolen, the less anyone came to him.

He did regret a little now, if he had been more violent in the hotel. The thieves here could not

really have been so weak as to be frightened by one of their own cursing spells?

But Mark was secretly glad that these precious stones and beautiful little things would not

have to be sold. But Vincent suddenly turned around and strode towards a tent. The dwarf

felt regretfully at Hardy's large cargo pocket on his back and followed.

Vincent had just been using his penetrating eye when he happened to feel a very weak

magical glow. This glow appears on all magical objects, but the more powerful the object, the

stronger the glow.

It's not uncommon to see some magical items in Dark Elf City, after all, all Drow nobles are

equipped with magical weapons and armor. The intensity of that light was far less than that

of even the most common magic sword, but the level of energy it represented was high.

There are likely to be remains of powerful magical objects.

Vincent enters the grey cloth tent, where only a rowan grey dwarf stares at him. It seemed to

be a special place to buy and sell antique goods. Some strange sculptures and various pieces

engraved with unknown patterns were neatly placed on the shelves.

The gray Dwarf did not seem to expect such a customer to come to the door so soon. He

jumped up for a moment and quickly brushed the dust on the goods with his dishcloth at

hand: "Ah, Sir, what do you want? We have all kinds of mysterious things here, which

adventurers have stolen from dangerous ruins and terrifying monsters, whether for use..."

Vincent waved his hand to show that he did not want to hear his next extravagant boast, and

went straight to the side of the tent and stared at the sticks in front of him to distinguish

slowly.

Hardy and Mark followed, but it was clear that the warrior had no interest in anything other

than weapons, and just stood there tapping his toes on the ground; Mark, on the other hand,

was fascinated by the oddities, looking through them one by one. However, the dwarf's eye

is very poisonous, and most of the things here are simply broken from ancient buildings and

sold here. Their so-called value is only based on the broken patterns on it, to fool those

ignorant customers.

Vincent picked up a black iron scepter and went to the Gray Dwarf. "How do you sell this?"

The junk shop owner thought that the buyer of the black robe must be trying to find out the

price of a random item before he buys what he likes, and that if the price is too high, he might

just leave. The iron rod seemed strange to him, but all the goods in the pile were cheap. So

he made out the price: "Fifty gold pieces."

Vincent smiled. He did not need Mark to exchange his precious stones for this small amount

of money. He counted out fifty gold coins from his pocket and put them into the owner's

hand. The three men turned around and left the place.

The Dwarf's heart was filled with frustration at seeing the creature leave without paying

attention to dozens of gold coins.

Hardy and Mark, however, did not understand why Vincent had bought the scepter, so they

asked the Wizard.

"It's a power staff, or he used to be a power staff. It's a good, good thing, and only the

magicians could have made it. Lucky to find it today."

"But can't you just use regular mage items?" Mark remembered the last time Vincent was

nearly killed by the energy inside him. There was no ice tower around to cool the Mage's

body. "Isn't that dangerous?"

"Don't worry, the magic in this staff has been used up, and it is absolutely useless in the hands

of ordinary people. At best, it can be used as an experiment in how to make wands. But in my

hands, I can restore its power."

"Whoaa! So, you can fix it? Vincent, you've reached the level of the archmage? It's really

remarkable!" Mark didn't spend any pretty stones or fancy objects today. Naturally, he is in a

very happy mood.

"No, not yet. I'm still some way off the level of the archmage. But in terms of making things,

they're not as good as me. But it's a little strange, how can there be a staff of power here?"

On the other hand, in a library under the Black Crystal Tower, two dark elves were looking

through crystal balls at images inside.

The image was not clear, but it was possible to make out its owner -- a young wizard in

purple-black robes carrying a long black staff.

"Master, he was able to discover the hidden scepter. It seems that he is indeed a powerful

caster, and that he is very sensitive to magical fluctuations..."

"Yes, it seems you must step up your efforts so that a mage cannot fall into the clutches of

that family."

"What shall we do? I don't think the stranger is easy to deal with. '

"Don't worry, I've secretly left the tracking power in the old staff, and now that he's swallowed

the bait, he won't be able to get out of our hands."

"Yes, poor fish on the bait..."