There is always silence in the Black Crystal Tower, not even a breath of wind. In the dark tower,

  the books of magic and various historical documents are quietly sleeping. It was like a

  graveyard for books, and no one except a mage could enter the tower, let alone care about

  the fate of the papers; And the mage of the city of Prudence is now few and far between.

  The news of the slaughter of the Second Family sacrifice did not go far, and the fight in the

  Temple of Spiders soon reached the ears of every dark elf. Originally thought that the First

  family had been in a period of time to restrain their strength, hiding in their castle to recover

  their strength, and there would be no more action, no one had thought that their family's

  advisor mage would "easily" kill a high-level sacrifice.

  The small families waited eagerly, waiting for the first two families to engage in fire. They were

  never strong enough to get involved in the battle between the two families, but if they could

  clean up the battlefield after the victors, they would be very profitable.

  After all, these two families are after thousands of years of accumulation and precipitation,

  even if they fall down, the wreckage is also valuable.

  But to everyone's surprise, the second family seemed frightened and did not make any

  response to the killing of their own family at the sacrifice. They also never talked about it in

  public, and even when they met members of the first family, the second family seemed honest,

  as if they were afraid of possible conflict.

  Some believed that the Second family was no longer strong without the High priest, so they

  showed their weakness to Mother Batana. Others said that this was just a smokescreen and

  that the Second family must be secretly preparing revenge.

  But it was not long before two more bodies were found. In the Tavern, two core members of

  the second family had been murdered, and two wounds in the back spoke for themselves of

  the meanness of the attackers.

  As many concerned people have investigated, the room where the incident took place is only

  two walls away from the room of the First Family's advisor Mage, who is now nowhere to be

  found. Many speculated that this was a failed assassination attempt by the Second family on

  the sorcerer, and the two assassins were silenced by the sorcerer. Since then, the power of

  the Second Family, especially their ability to intimidate other smaller families, has been greatly

  reduced.

  As at the last time, they did not say anything about the apparent conflict, and even more

  quietly than before. All began to doubt the remaining strength of the second family, each

  with his own plan in mind.

  Now just wait for a paving stone, just wait for a family to take the lead and challenge the

  Second Family. In the city of Prudence, there is no shortage of jackals who flock to divide up

  their prey.

  Now, all the dark elves who want a piece of the Second House are on the move, and they all

  have one person in mind -- Vincent, the Counselor Mage. Both times are closely related to

  him. If we can find this human, if we can get first-hand information from him on the scene,

  even if we know that this consultant mage is still alive, it will be the catalyst that will make

  these aspirants make up their minds to act.

  The whole city of Prudence is secretly and openly searching for the Consultant Mage, but

  there are three places where they cannot search: the First House, the Second House, and the

  Black Crystal Tower.

  Vincent is now resting on the second level of the Tower, completely unaware of what is going

  on outside, and no one has access to it for the time being. After several battles, the Wizard is

  very tired. This feeling of weakness comes not only from the struggle between life and death,

  but also from the ever-present Dark Elf City itself. It was a place where he could not trust

  anyone, least of all the dark elves, and where he had to suspect plots and calculations all the

  time. It was oppressive.

  "Only a deceitful creature like a dark elf could enjoy such a feeling and be able to endure such

  a state of existence! The Mage remembered what he had read about the Drow before, and

  added his own footnote.

  Sokka knelt in the chair with his hands under his chin, rested his little head on the back of the

  chair, and opened his little mouth for a few yawns. With dark elves everywhere, little Sokka

  dared not leave Vincent's side. Although she has a gem that can make her invisible, Vincent

  warns her that it can only be used for a limited time at a time and she cannot go out and play

  freely.

  Sokka purrs her mouth and makes a constant "squeak" to kill the boredom.

  Vincent looked up from behind the piles of books: "Sokka, you can take this time to preen

  your feathers, fly twice in the tower and relax."

  "I've been flying around a couple of times." Sokka is not interested in Vincent's offer. She

  holds up her little finger. "Besides, I've rearranged my wings several times, and now I

  absolutely, absolutely can't find a stain! Does Brother Black Robe have any other

  suggestions?"

  Vincent put down his pen and rubbed his brow. It wasn't the angel that upset him. Sokka was

  an obedient little girl in every sense of the word. If Vincent would just leave her alone, the

  angel would absolutely sit still for a day. But the Master was not a sadistic man, and he could

  not bear to see a lovely little girl just sit there.

  "Sokka, just one more day, just one more day," he said. Vincent points to the magic scroll in

  his hand. 'There's only one last bit left.'

  'Brother Black Robe, will you teach me magic?' 'Sokka asked.

  "I can't." Vincent refused her very simply: "When I entered the Magical Society, I made an oath

  that I could not teach anyone any magic without the approval of the Society. Since I have

  made this promise, I will do it."

  'Oh, I see.' There was no disappointment on the little angel's face. "If you can't learn, you can't

  learn. But when I grow up, I can use magic, too! Just like my father and mother! '

  "Sokka, you must be..." Before Vincent could finish the sentence, the First Family advisor

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  badge around his waist suddenly became scalding hot. Vincent was taken aback, but he knew

  at once that this was an urgent order from the First Family.

  The Mage went to the window of the Black Crystal Tower and looked out. The city of Prudence

  was quiet, and nothing unusual was going on. It was late at night in the Underdark, and the

  shining stone on the Tower glowed feebly. Vincent was not at all interested in getting to the

  First House, where the Mage was forced into a state of constant vigilance and fear.

  Moreover, the work of breaking the enchantments on the Black Crystal Tower was almost

  complete, and Vincent believed that it would not be long before he was free to climb to the

  top of the tower. The so-called tracking array will also be wiped out at that time.

  The advisor badge began to vibrate slightly, and Vincent thought of Shelley, who was still in

  the First family, and of the promise he had made to take her out of the underworld. With a

  sigh, the mage picked up his scroll case and staff and walked over to the angel.

  "Now, little Sokka, I must go on a journey. It is too dangerous to take you there. You stay here

  and take care of yourself. When someone comes, you hide with the invisible stone,

  understand?"

  The little one thought Vincent was going to take her out to play. When she heard the order

  "stay with yourself" again, the little angel nodded helplessly and ran to the chair where Vincent

  was sitting. Without saying a word, she took out the invisible stone and held it in her hand.

  Vincent looked at the advisor's badge and got angry. Had it not been for this damned

  emergency call, he would soon have mastered all the secrets of the Drow circle. At that time,

  nothing could stand between me and freedom. He thought of Mark and Hardy, of Littlefinger

  Phelps, who was in danger, of Sokka, a little angel in prison, and of Shelley, who had

  abandoned everything to leave this dark world.

  Vincent took off the consultant's badge, held it in his right palm, and stared at it as if it were

  the greatest enemy of his life.

  "Disappear forever," he said.

  The silver ball of light rose from his palm, and the floating words whirled merrily. As soon as

  the family crest touched the surface of the ball, it emitted a piercing shriek, like a thousand

  hellish banshees struggling to weep their lifelong grievances. In a few moments, the crest

  melted away, leaving not a speck of dross. In the words of the Dark Elves, "It never existed."

  "This is the last time." Vincent felt so relieved that he told himself to calm down and flew to

  the First family's castle.

  At this time, Mother Batana was in the audience room, staring at the family members below

  the throne. Zena, the most powerful of the priests, was gone, and Shelley took her place. But

  this white-skinned hybrid is not one for the family. She doesn't even crave power and power.

  It seems that the spider goddess was right when she said that all other races, except the dark

  elves, want to enjoy ease, like dying people with no possibility of progress and development,

  are trash to be abandoned by fate.

  The other daughters were not much use to them. Although they were not bad at using magic,

  they did not really have the knack of being a good mother like Zeena. Although Zeena's final

  ambition led her to assassinate her for power, although Zeena was stopped at the last minute

  by her advisor and Shelley, and although Zeena has now been turned into an arachnic spirit

  by Batana and abandoned to the dark world, she is still the best candidate for a dark fairy

  mistress.

  If you look at the men in the family, the anger in Batana's heart is even greater. Although

  these sons are not bad, they can be regarded as ruthless characters in any other family, but

  there is still a big gap between them and the level expected by the main mother. In particular,

  several children learning martial arts, with the dark elf race born agile skills and long-standing

  superb skills, but still can not beat a human monk! It was an utter disgrace. And so it was, that

  they, too, had been defeated by Regula in their attempt to take the throne of the master of

  martial arts by cunning! It is rare in Dark Elf history for a male to be defeated by a Grounder,

  either by force or by cunning.

  With the exception of the warriors, the gap between his two children and the advisor mages

  is even greater when it comes to mages. Batana, too, was slightly afraid of Vincent's power.

  Judging from the power of his several spells, the destructive power of this mage is so amazing

  that even the mother herself cannot win without trying her best. Though Batana believed that

  as long as she had the Spider Goddess's favor on her side, the consultant sorcerer could never

  overcome her, she had a sudden bad feeling.

  With martial arts, magic and wisdom, the Dark Elf family itself is weaker than the outsiders,

  and Shelley, who has been bewitched by the surface men, is on the verge of falling apart.

  Mother Batana felt powerless at the thought. She had supported the family for so long that

  she began to look for a successor. But there was no one in front of her who could take off the

  burden.

  Somehow, she began to miss Zeena a little. It would have been easier if she hadn't turned her

  into a spider-like elf.

  At this point, the mage broke the family crest. Mother Batana, who was connected to all the

  family emblems, felt a headache. The stimulus jolted her out of her recent slump.

  "What's wrong with me? Am I not motivated, too? Great spider goddess, I am your most pious

  servant, always have been and ever will be! As long as you protect us, I will go on forever to

  bring you glory!"

  Batana looked at the group in front of her and returned her attention to the action ahead of

  her. She prayed silently to the spider goddess, "If only I could take over the Second House, I

  would have a stronger team from my captives than I have before me! The glory of the First

  Family will live forever!"

  At this moment, the figure of the Consultant Mage appeared in the audience room.