"I can give you Shelley if you pledge allegiance to me. She's just a fair-skinned woman anyway.

  What do you say, mage?" Batana made this suggestion to Vincent.

  "Dear Madam, you really make me admire you more and more." Vincent smiles again. He tuts

  twice. "Just now you said that Artsy is nothing but a trick, a powerful warrior for a boring trick,

  and that the dark Elves are really the most generous race in the underworld."

  The Mage had a charming smile on his face, but his heart was far more worried than eager.

  Vincent could not deny that the offer was very attractive to him, but by making it, his mother

  had taken note of Shelley's recent actions. There was not necessarily suspicion, but

  speculation was always possible. Is the offer a real quid pro quo, a decoy, or a trap? The Mage

  is not taking any chances now, and between yes and no, even if there is a right choice, it is

  not the best one.

  "In fact, Mage, you're the first man in the Underdark I've ever admired," he said. Batana took

  another step closer, and a faint fragrance wafted from her into the mage's nostrils. It was not

  the perfume of the Underdark; its scent was closer to the plants of the earth. Vincent felt

  friendly at the smell. His nose twitched and he took a few hard inhalations.

  Batana waited to see the mage across from her fall into a state of vertigo, confident in her

  ability to make the magic potion. This terrestrial perfume, bought at a high price from a

  merchant, was sure to put the surface mage's guard down. Along with the scent, the spell he

  adds to the potion will cause the male who asks for the perfume to fall into a psychedelic

  state, as if in a dream, he will lose resistance to all spells. At that point, the mother can use

  such spells as "memory tampering" or "spirit branding" to bring the bewitched person under

  her control completely and permanently.

  Vincent sneezed softly and smiled as if nothing had happened.

  He was a man who could no longer dream. Not even the ice moon could trigger his

  hallucinations, and neither could this spell.

  Batana was surprised, and from that moment on, she wavered about her ability to win the

  battle against the sorcerer, who was never as powerful as he seemed. There were too many

  secrets in him, and possibly others that had not yet been discovered.

  "Master, you surprise me, but have you ever heard of a saying: Power is the loot and

  monopoly of the strong. I naturally have the power to buy and sell what you think is

  unreasonable. For the exchange is entirely my will; Because it is an expression of my power;

  And because I want it, so I can do it!"

  "That is right, dear Mother, it is your right." Vincent said, "But I can also refuse. "If I have to

  find reasons, time will slowly pass in this kind of debate. And I don't suppose Madame has

  much spare time to talk to me?"

  "Yes, you are right again, Master." Batana turned back to the spot where she had begun her

  meditation. After a moment of silence, she said, "Well, you have my permission to go to the

  Black Crystal Tower. I will send someone to send a message, but there is still one thing I want

  you to do." The mother smiled, her lips slightly raised. No one would have guessed from her

  present expression that this was an old dark elf who had lived for hundreds of years, and who

  looked only a little older than Zeena. "You know the family has a portal. It's a very useful

  magic array. But, at least since yesterday, it has not worked. I checked the divinity section

  above and there was not a trace of error. Your job is to check the other half and fix it!"

  "I am sure you do, Madam Queen." Vincent has no need to put off matters relating to magic.

  It is his nature as a sorcerer. And whether or not teleportation can be used again has a lot to

  do with how he chooses to leave.

  When the door of the meeting room closed behind Vincent, the Wizard was left alone in the

  dark castle corridor. He took a gentle breath and glanced at the scene behind him. His

  penetrating eyes told him that Mother Batana had resumed her meditation. So the master,

  leaning on his mighty staff, left a departing "thump" at the family home.

  Vincent floated out of the castle of the Dark Elves and was met by a Drow warrior. He had

  been sent by his mother to carry a message to the wizards from the Blackcrystal Tower.

  The Dark Elf warrior walked quietly in front of the mage, showing him the way. The darkskinned fellow said nothing, but walked forward in silence. Vincent was happy to be quiet. He

  was trying to remember what he had learned at the Surface Mages' Association about magic

  traps and all kinds of terrible magical enchantments. These things, perhaps, are about to

  appear in the Black Crystal Tower, blocking the way between Vincent and the staff of prophecy.

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  The Black Crystal Tower was now standing in front of the wizard, and Vincent felt that the

  tower of the achievements of Drow magic was so close to him. The Dark Elf warrior greeted

  the wizard who had come up to him -- or to stop the stranger -- and showed him a badge,

  which was supposed to mark "Mother's approval." Vincent recorded the appearance of the

  emblem with his see-through eyes, and sent the Drow away when he had completed his task.

  "Hello, Vincent the Counselor Wizard, welcome to the black tower. Make yourself at ease.

  Although there are all dark elves here except you, we are not as vicious and cruel as the others.

  We're all fully civilized magicians, aren't we?"

  Vincent looked at the wizard in front of him. He looked like he was only about forty years old,

  a young adult among dark Elves. He was still a child. But he was now able to perform some

  simple spells, and when he first appeared he was very skilled at flying. Vincent was never one

  to judge a book by its cover, and the fact that the young Drow had been chosen to be the

  first barrier to expulsion from the Blackcrystal Tower reflected his abilities to some extent.

  Vincent looked at the young boy, trying to read his face for signs of disguise.

  "The skin is real. It looks like he is a child." Vincent shook his head, completely blocking out

  the chattering voice of the master guide. "It seems that there are still many geniuses in the

  world."

  But before they entered the gate of the Crystal Tower, a voice came from behind his wall:

  "Master, I have something to say!"

  Regula climbed easily over the wall and stood beside Vincent. "Master, I have something

  important to say."

  "Hum! Vincent did not forget the last time he was hit on the palm by the monk, and Regula,

  who always kept a straight face, made it impossible for you to understand his thoughts from

  his actions and expressions. "What do you have to say here?"

  "Well, counselor, let the past be forgotten. Don't worry about it." The monk looked Vincent in

  the face and said, "Why should we kill each other and let the others laugh at us?"

  "Regula, I don't have time to talk to you now. If you came here today to make peace, then

  you can go back now."

  "No, mage, I have come to ask you a few things." Regula nodded to the young wizard who

  led the way, who cleverly left the two men some distance away, creating a relatively private

  environment for conversation.

  "Master, I, too, am a man of the surface, and you can easily see that in my appearance." The

  monk strove to twitch his facial muscles into what looked like a smile. However, Vincent felt

  that Regula's current face was the perfect explanation and illustration of "grotesque", not as

  attractive as the cold face he had always maintained. "I'm a Fenton resident -- well, Fenton,

  how long has it been since that word came out of my mouth?"

  "Congratulations, then. You are about thousands of miles away from your hometown."

  Vincent looked at the warrior monk, "Former Fenton, you'd better explain your purpose as

  soon as possible. Even as a mage, sometimes I don't have much patience, and my temper is

  not small."

  "Master, do you know the spider-like elves?"

  "Of course I do. You don't have to ask me about this kind of commonsense knowledge."

  "So, Master, can you reverse this process? I mean, to turn the spider-like spirit back into its

  original form." The monk's voice broke. He quickly folded his hand and fixed his eyes on the

  master's face with an anxious, expectant expression.

  "I don't know. I've never actually seen a spider-like dark spirit, and there's no deep study of a

  ritual that's done through divine power."

  "I hope, Sir Wizard, that you will find some way to solve the arachnification problem."

  Vincent looked at Regula in front of him. The monk was now trying with all his strength to

  make the nicest smile possible. The monk thought for a moment and then looked up at the

  tall black tower beside him, topped with the shining stone. His mind was now in the tower,

  and he did not want to be entangled with the monk.

  "Well, I'll try my best to help you look for it, but it may not lead to the result you want."

  "Thank you, mage." Regula folded his hands and bowed softly in the direction of the mage

  with his eyes closed as a farewell. This, too, was something the Underdark world rarely used.

  Regula turned to leave, and the young Drow followed him. He walked to the entrance to the

  Blackcrystal Tower and uttered a spell. The gates of the Tower had suddenly appeared on the

  previously empty wall, but from the outside there was nothing to see inside the tower. Once

  inside, with Vincent's speed of study, the Drow's magic was no longer their exclusive secret.