Vincent The three return to Bribando City with a distinct feeling that the atmosphere is not


    the same as it was when they left. The grey dwarves on the roadside looked at them with awe


    and then quickly disappeared down the street; And a few little children bent over the Windows


    and watched curiously, but were at once taken away by their parents, who drew down the


    curtains and closed the Windows.


    The whole city seemed to be suddenly quiet.


    The master frowned. Something unusual must have happened in the city these days, and it


    must have something to do with him. But looking behind him, the excited Hardy, who knew


    nothing about these unusual circumstances, made sure not to try to guess what was going to


    happen -- Vincent, who had improved his magical abilities, was now more confident -- even


    if he could not beat, could he not run away? At most, the Grey Dwarf might be setting a trap


    for himself.


    However, the Sorcerer had misunderstood the fear displayed by the Grey Dwarves, which was


    not directed at the three outsiders, but at the great changes that Bribando''s governing


    Council might bring. Apparently, many of the Grey Dwarves already know about Johnny''s


    "interrogation" today, but once the three guys who had no hope of survival return and bring


    back the news of the mine, it is estimated that Johnny will not be marginalized any more, but


    will most likely take a step further. What will follow will be Johnny''s revenge on his enemies,


    the ones who surfaced during the interrogation.


    Hanmesidon will not be quiet again for a long time.


    In this eerie atmosphere, the mage made his way to the "Red Mushroom" with his memory.


    It wasn''t long before he was stopped by a group of well-dressed gray dwarves.


    "Venerable Master, welcome back to the city of Bribando, the jewel of the Earth." "Said the


    leading grey dwarf.


    Vincent smiled to himself. He was familiar with this line. Johnny had said it a few days before.


    These gray dwarfs all say the same thing.


    "Where''s Johnny? Vincent looks at the group in front of him. To the eyes of all the other races,


    the grey dwarves looked almost alike, and it was difficult to tell them apart. But this is not a


    problem for Vincent, who has such an insightful eye. ''Where has he gone?


    Several dwarves gasped and watched in horror as the wizard''s eyes suddenly turned pure


    black, like a black flare set in his eye socket, with a faint yellow light in the center of the gem.


    It all looked like the lich, the powerful evil creatures reputed throughout Blasares, according


    to legend.


    Also, the mage called himself Vincent, not unlike the Lich''s name, Lich.


    Fear, in general, is caused by self-scaring.


    "Here I am." Johnny''s voice came from behind. He paced slowly past the Grey Dwarves in


    front of him, and without looking at them, stood in front of Vincent.


    "The north tunnel should be all right. A bunch of snake people are doing harm there." Vincent


    looked at the grey Dwarves before him. ''I have come to get what you promised.''


    Originally, the members of the governing council wanted to use various excuses to keep some


    magic scrolls and gems in their city, but when they thought that the mage might be a "lich",


    they could not say all the reasons they had prepared.


    "You will come with me," he said. Johnny knew that the more indifferent he was to the Wizard


    now, the less he cared about him, the more powerful he seemed, and the less the other Gray


    Dwarfs knew what he was capable of.


    This served him well as a deterrent to the other dwarves.


    As a result, Vincent, who thought that the Grey Dwarves would try to cheat him and was wary,


    thought that the mage was a powerful lich and felt like a member of the governing Council,


    under the leadership of Johnny, who "knows everything", came to the famous place in


    Bribando City: "The Temple of Chi Chi".


    A pure white circular building stands in front of Vincent, the semi-dome supported by more


    than ten relief columns is painted with a starry sky pattern, and on the obsidian paved with


    neat like a mirror, a huge map is drawn.


    "This is a map of the Underdark. It''s detailed, but it goes back a long way." Johnny points to


    the ground and says, "Over time, many places have changed from what they once were."


    Vincent let out a soft "Oh", still quickly remembering the patterns drawn on the ground.


    "Where are those things?"


    "They are in the temple ahead. I''ll get them for you." Johnny made him a slight half-bow. "No


    non-gray Dwarves are allowed in there."


    Vincent frowned. There was obviously some sleuthing going on here. Who''s to say what


    Johnny brought out was the real scroll? If he slips himself a few worthless pieces on the pretext


    that he doesn''t know magic, he''s been badly cheated, isn''t he?


    Looking around at his two companions, Hardy must have looked at his newly acquired


    double-headed sword in a daze, not at all interested in what might come out of the Temple


    of Qizhi; As Mark stood by Hardy, fiddling with a movable statue, there was plenty of stuff


    from the ice tower for him to study for a while.


    All he had to do was replenish the following supplies and be strong enough to make his way


    to the dark Elf city of Prudence. Now he had more than he could have hoped for from the ice


    tower alone, and there was no need to ask for anything more from the Grey Dwarf''s treasure


    -- besides, despite his best efforts, the Serpents had not actually been destroyed by


    themselves, and it was not good to get something for nothing.


    Covetousness leads to trouble.


    Vincent nodded and decided not to say anything more. Be deceived, be deceived...


    A group of people in the governing council, however, imagine this "acquiescence" as


    This novel is published on a different platform. Support the original author by finding the official source."arrogance" : this powerful mage is not afraid of the gray dwarf dare to deceive him, his


    strength can make all tricks into a joke.


    Misunderstandings, if not explained, will always become deeper and deeper; When combined


    with fear and speculation, it will play an even more amazing effect.


    A few moments later, Johnny returned with a book in his hand. He approached Vincent and


    handed it to the Wizard.


    On the cover of the book were large letters in a language that even Vincent did not


    understand, which made the young wizard look a little stunned. In order to learn the magic


    of prophecy, he had studied no fewer than thirty languages with his master, Kartho, but never


    before had he come across a language unknown to him. The most remarkable thing was that


    the symbols written on them did not look at all like the languages Vincent knew.


    The more mysterious the object, the more attractive it was to the mage. Vincent put it in his


    big robe, nodded, and turned to walk back to the market.


    "Ah! Sir Mage, we did not bring you your gem!" Johnny stood in the crowd at the council of


    Governors, and the "we" clearly meant those around him.


    Vincent shook his head. "That stuff doesn''t make sense. I need a big cargo mount and supplies


    if you''ll help."


    "At your service." "That''s what nature wants to help." ''I''ll do it at once! Before Johnny could


    speak, all the grey dwarves around him were eager to share their opinions. This was an


    opportunity to please the Wizard, and none of them missed it.


    So when Vincent, Hardy, and Mark sat on the backs of giant lizards, followed by seven other


    beasts full of various goods, at their leisure to follow the map to the dark Elf City, Hardy kept


    exclaiming: "So the grey Dwarves are so hospitable!"


    The city of Hanmesidon, however, had a great shock after the three of them had left. Many


    of the grey dwarves fought each other to protect their own interests or to take the interests


    of others, and the whole city was in great panic. Until a year later, this power struggle slowly


    calmed down, Johnny with a victorious attitude, became the de facto master of the city.


    However, for the time being, those things have nothing to do with Vincent. For now, the


    Master''s concern was to get safely through the dark caverns ahead.


    He had maps of the Underdark, which he had found in the cargo of lizards sent by various


    Grey dwarves. Although each version of the map uses different languages and styles of


    drawing, it is clear that there is a dangerous section of the road between Bribando and Dark


    Elf City, where there are traces of petrified lizards.


    Regular large caravans, or patrols of dark elves, can safely pass through the area -- Petrified


    lizards are not creatures of instinct, but have the intelligence to know which people to feed


    on and which enemies to leave alone.


    Such things are the most annoying of all.


    So they found a place to camp and decided not to enter the area for the time being. They


    had to wait. Wait that there will be other caravans passing by, they can go together; Or wait


    for Vincent to finish his petrified amulet.


    Crafting a magical object is a skill that every mage must learn. To be precise, although copying


    a magic scroll counts as creating a magical object, it is actually the wand staff and various ring


    charms that are truly magical objects. There is no shortage of magical objects in the world of


    Blasares, but they are strictly controlled by the respective temples and mage associations.


    Magical weapons and armor are not uncommon across the continent, but things like petrified


    talismans are harder to find.


    Vincent''s understanding of the "Law of Creation" is becoming more and more profound, and


    the methods and rules of how to make magical energy work in objects are slowly becoming


    his instinct. Add to that the fact that he used to be an expert at creating magical objects, and


    the process of creating skin care is incredibly fast.


    The only downside is that these amulets are powered by primal magic, and while they don''t


    have much impact when used by a normal person, a mage or warlock using a magic network


    can cause energy conflicts -- there''s no guarantee that there won''t be dire consequences.


    "Well, it''s finally all done," he said. Vincent threw the two fleshy-white necklaces to Hardy and


    Mark. "It''s all done. Put them on, and we''ll go."


    Hardy took the amulet and put it around his neck. He pulled his double-headed sword from


    the stone wall and began to pull his armor over himself. For several days he had been using


    this sharp weapon to make "artistic" carvings into the poor underground cave. Every day he


    had to jump up and down, thinking of stalactites or stalagmites as imaginary enemies, and


    practice chopping off heads and feet in an attempt to familiarize himself with the weapon as


    quickly as possible.


    Mark responded, took off his neck guard and put on the talisman to avoid petrification. In the


    last few days he has mastered the use of quite a few strange objects, found in the ice tower,


    with all sorts of wonderful uses -- even if some of them are just gimmicks.


    ''Now we can set out in safety,'' he said. Vincent also put an amulet around his neck.


    From behind the eight lizards they were carrying, came a clear voice of inquiry: "Ahead! Are


    you waiting for a caravan to advance in company? Follow us! All you have to do is pay one


    hundred gold pieces."


    Looking at the subterranean halflings coming up from behind and the long caravan escorted


    by dozens of soldiers, Vincent rubbed his red and swollen eyes and smiled ruefully: "If you


    had come a few days earlier, I wouldn''t have had to stay up all night to make this amulet!"