"Yes! Vincent answered the red mist with a smile.

"That... That would be good."

"Are you the Golem?" 'said Vincent, pointing to the pile of remains on this one.

"......" There was a pause, and then the red mist spoke slowly: "I, in fact, am not this demon,

but I am him again." Slowly, the red mist began to tell his story:

Thousands of years ago, in the Great Arcane War, I was an Arcane -- I had no magic skills at

all, and only got that title because my father was one of the most powerful Arcane in the

world. I was born in the very year that the War began, and I spent my whole childhood under

fire.

In those days, all Arcane children were automatically enrolled in the Arcane Academy to learn

the mysteries of magic, and we looked through hundreds of heavy books of advanced

knowledge, trying to discover our connection to the source of magic.

I could discover nothing. I was just a stupid boy with no sense of magic. But I was the Great

Arcane's child, and I "must" have magic.

So I had no friends at all in my childhood - they all swam in the sea of Arcane powers; No

family - they were all fighting in constant conflict. All I had was a gift: this Golem. For my tenth

birthday, my father made this Mithril golem as war grew more serious, dragons and demons

began to reign over the world, and the weight of the Great Arcane began to tire of them.

That was the only time I ever saw my father's face. As for my mother, perhaps I saw her once

when I was born. People I know say she was the owner of a magus tower.

But without magic, I could never find the tower.

I spent my childhood and boyhood with this goliath, whose orders were to keep me absolutely

safe. He was always by my side, silently accompanying me wherever I went.

My favorite thing to do is to talk with him.

With it, I can talk about some snacks bought on the street, talk about some cute small animals,

talk about some of the poor clay sculptures I do; Instead of weasel spells, cryptic magic runes,

or abominable dragons! When I wanted to go fishing, he was with me; When I want to go

hiking, he is with me. When I want to climb the mountain and see the end of the earth, he is

standing beside me.

I thought, this is enough, this is what I want.

But I was still a child of the Great Arcane. When our enemies were no longer a threat to my

"mighty, enigmatic" parents, they came to me.

The only thing standing in my way was this Golem.

They fought and fought, and the Golem raised his fist a thousand times, punching punch after

punch at the fiery beasts with their sharp claws and teeth.

I cried, for the first time since the day I got this gift. That year, I was 18.

The Golem probably didn't think he could protect me while destroying so many enemies, so

he held me close, wrapped me in his arms, and pushed his back against the attacks of the

bad guys.

I ordered him to let me go, but he did not listen -- he had always listened to me before.

So we were beaten from the ground up to this dark area, and here we found a passage, and

he put me behind him, and began to face the oncoming monsters alone again.

So what if he caught me? Are my parents going to give in?

No! Noooo! Noooo!

They see only magic, only that damned Arcane god, only that... .

So I took the knife I had carved out of wood and stabbed it into my own heart: that way the

enemy would go away and the Golem would be safe.

I did not disappear. My spirit was still here, and I was still looking at the Golem. Suddenly he

stopped all his movements and paid no attention to the enemies who were rushing madly

towards me. He just walked over to my body and looked at me in silence. There was a constant

spark of cutting metal on his body, the same horrible grinding sound that has echoed in my

ears for thousands of years.

A demon stepped forward, swung a sledgehammer in his hand, and hit the statue hard. The

Golem had suffered this attack many times before, and none of it had left a scar on his body.

But this time was different. The Golem was completely knocked into the stone wall. He fell

apart and became what he was now. I knew that the Golem could not destroy itself. It could

only destroy itself through the attack of its enemies.

He wanted to stay with me... I know...

I saw the spirit of the Golem! Yes, the golem had a soul! It could not feel, it could not resist,

it had never thought, it could not know magic, it could not even speak; All he could do was

follow me in silence. But he had a soul.

All my life, I made one last wish...

The only thing I don't regret is that it came true.

And so I became what I am now. No one can see me, I wander here all the time, I can't go

too far from here. That is the story of the Golem, and my story.

Vincent sat on a stone and said nothing; Mark sat on the mage's knee and cried. Hardy

watched in silence as the Golem sank in the dust, his back to the other two, his shoulders

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twitching gently.

"I swear by all my magical powers that I will repair this Golem for you," Hardy said. Vincent

raised his right hand and held it open against his forehead -- a gesture of swearing.

'Thank you,' he said. 'said the red mist after a half-sound.

'Will you stay here all the time? Will you join us in finding a way to restore the Golem? If you

can play your part in the process, I think you'll be happy to do the same!" Hardy turned, his

eyes swollen with red. "Come along. You're so lonely here."

"I'd love to... Go with you to find that fix... But "Red Mist rotates in place and looks at the

environment here:" I have to take it where there are precious metals, and it has to be a lot of

rare metals. If it weren't for a silver mine, I wouldn't be able to move in the tunnels."

Vincent pulls up his left sleeve and reveals his pure gold prosthesis. 'Is this metal big enough?'

The red mist suddenly moved closer to Vincent's arm and said in a trembling voice, "This...

This is the arm of God, also known as the "left hand". You... To be able to find this, sure enough

you might find... A way to fix the Golem."

'What is this arm for? Vincent has been trying to figure out what this unknown object is.

"This arm is called the left hand. In my day, the simpler the name, the closer he was to the

essence of things, the more power he had. This one is said to be the work of a Great Arcane

named Casas, and is known as the Arcane's strongest defense. But I don't know what it is."

"The strongest defense? Exaggerate a little bit. It's no defense. It's heavy. It's just strong."

Hardy curled his lips.

"It's probably not on yet. Oh, if only I could remember all that magic stuff... ' Red Mist sighed.

"But I think I can stay in your arm. There's plenty of fine gold for me."

"Well, then, let's go on our way together, and we'll see what's been doing mischief in this

mine." Mark was dabbing his eyes with a handkerchief and sobbing softly to the red mist.

"No, you go ahead, I want to see this statue again, I think... And stay with him a little longer.

I'll catch up with you. I can fly fast."

Leaving the red mist motionless, the three Vincent followed the passage it indicated, and soon

came to an end. The exit was on a steep stone wall, about a hundred feet from the bottom

of the cave. Below is a passage, and next to it is a fast-flowing underground river.

The three of them looked down, and two guys were pushing a mine cart past. The distance

prevented even a dwarf with dark vision, let alone Hardy with ordinary vision, from seeing

what was going on underneath the wall. Only the mage alone can see what is going on below.

He motioned for the other two to be quiet and then stuck his head out to look at the two

men.

They had greenish-black scales, a snake-like triangular head on their slender necks, and

looked around with tawny letters. On their backs they carried giant crossbows and a twohanded sword, and wore fine ringmail. Together, the two men labored along the bumpy road,

pushing a mine cart full of silver. At first the master thought these were ordinary snake people,

but he noticed that these creatures had hands with five fingers like humans, but they were

much stronger and stronger. Moreover, they did not swim with their tails like snake people

(only female snake people can have feet and stand, male snake people have no feet), they

clearly walked on the ground with their feet like humans.

"What the hell are these things?" Vincent was a little unsure. It seemed that there was a lot of

mystery in the Underdark. He watched the two men leave, waving his hand to signal that they

were ready to go down.

Hardy carried Mark on his back, and the two shared a feather drop; The mage clutched the

stone with his golden fingers, cut holes for holding, and with twenty feet to go, he threw

himself down and the warrior caught him. The three men fell smoothly to the ground.

"Next time I'll have to prepare more feather drops. It's a mess." Vincent said to himself,

rubbing his sore shoulders and looking up at the hole, which had been hidden in the high

place.

Hardy pulls out his sword. Mark pulls out his crossbow. "Which way?"

Vincent points to the depths of the passageway, where there is now a dark, seemingly endless

black fog engulfing all the light around him: "Be careful, everyone, I have just seen two men

who look very much like the Snake Men. They are well armed. I'm afraid there may be many

more ahead."

"HMPF! You may rest assured." Hardy flexes his shoulders and neck with a relaxed face.

"Here I come..." The red mist floated out of the stone wall and came to the mage. He shrank,

became smaller, and melted into the Sorcerer's pure gold prosthetic arms.

"Call me Valentine, I... Don't want to go back to my old name..." 'it whispered.

Hardy and Mark could not see Valentine, but they knew he was close to them.