After Shelley was "blown up", Vincent''s life became very troubled. In just four days, several


    families sent to woo them. All kinds of conditions are promised, treasure, power, status and


    countless slaves, and some families even play the beauty trick. Of course, the female priests


    of the Dark Elves would not have swallowed their pride and dignity to personally seduce a


    male mage from the surface. In their eyes, buried deep in their souls, they had already


    associated a creature called the "male" with a "tool to be used." Would you take off all your


    clothes for a good saw to tempt it?


    So, these days Vincent and they have been harassed by female creatures of various


    underground races. At first it went well. Hardy was charmed by the sexy and understanding


    human females. But Vincent, a mage, doesn''t even look them in the eye. So the next day,


    several Tiflins (the offspring of demons and other races), who possess demonic hybrids, a


    perfect combination of beauty and seduction, display their amazing charm in the hope of


    attracting the attention of the mage. Had it not been for Mark''s tight grip on Hardy, the Tiflins


    would never have escaped Hardy''s deep estrus. But the mage remained unresponsive, sitting


    in his room reading, writing scrolls, and building things. It was as if he had come to the city


    of Prudence for a holiday.


    On the third day, a funny thing happened. Since the Dark Elves couldn''t figure out why the


    mage was unmoved by beauty, they sent out male dark elves and humans to seduce him.


    Hardy, who had been sitting at the door hoping to see a sexier woman today, instead saw a


    group of scratching male "people" walk up to him, lifting his shoulders and whispering in his


    ear. A group of men''s hands continued to swim over his body, stroking his strong pectoral


    muscles. Hardy then went into a kind of Blasares Northern barbarian rampage, and instead


    of using his double-headed sword, he raised his canister sized fist directly to the noses of the


    men. At the same time, his feet were blasting into the legs of those around him. Screams


    broke out all over the tavern.


    "Get the hell out of here, you fellows!" Hardy threw the men who had come to seduce them


    out into the street. Hardy did not strike lightly. Those who fell outside the inn were all crippled


    with broken arms, their faces covered with purple bumps, and only a few could barely keep


    their eyes open enough to see their surroundings.


    But all of them had one obvious thing in common: their hands -- broken or not -- were


    tightly clasped over their crotch, where they had been kicked wildly by a mighty man.


    Disappointed that night, Hardy went over to Stonelegs, the innkeeper, and got drunk.


    But the next morning, still suffering from a hangover, he insisted on waiting at the door of


    the hotel.


    Today, however, Hardy''s anger was completely ignited by his arrival. Considering the possible


    quirks of a mage, it turns out to be women of Orcs, ogres, trolls, centaurs, and minotaurs. Of


    course, there may have been men in the mix, but Hardy didn''t bother to tell. He picked up


    the stone table in the inn and began attacking the group in a frenzy.


    Great slabs of stone fell with such frequency on the heads of the comers that the wind whistled,


    and the impact sent chips and blood flying everywhere. Today, they didn''t even get a chance


    to scream. Whatever creatures they were when they arrived, even learned Vincent could not


    tell their race apart as they were being carried away.


    In addition to those who came, Hardy attacked two patrols of bear gnomes, two caravans of


    subterranean Halflings, and a party of grey dwarves who had come to stay at the inn, who


    had been caught up in the fight, and had been innocently beaten. Vincent reckoned that


    anything unattractive was Hardy''s enemy in his mind.


    At last the owner of the hotel, Stone Legs, ran up to the second floor and complained to


    Vincent, "Your friend is already using the top of the fourth stone table. If this goes on, we


    won''t have room to eat in the hotel..." . Considering that he was not in the habit of holding


    food, Vincent used the "human immobilize" spell to suppress Hardy''s actions.


    Mark had been hiding behind the bar on the first floor of the hotel, watching with a mixture


    of excitement and fear as Hardy fought.


    In addition to the men who had been seducing them over the course of the four days --


    some of whom, of course, had not been "seduced" at all -- Vincent had been subjected to


    several assassination-style attacks. Dark elves are truly creatures of the dark, and their ability


    to sneak and stab in the back is unsurpassed. But Vincent, protected by the forewarning of


    his discerning eye, is safe.


    "These people are supposed to be some small families, afraid of their opponents to recruit


    me, and carry out the destruction," Vincent said.


    No matter how exciting or dangerous, they have ushered in the fifth day.


    Early that morning, Shelley showed up at the hotel door. She snickered over her hand as she


    looked at the blood on the street and at the mangled hotel gate.


    Stolen from its rightful author, this tale is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings.Vincent also appeared early in the morning in the lobby of the first floor of the hotel. Hardy


    was still in his bed, snoring loudly, with the jug in his arms, because of the "severe psychic


    trauma" he had suffered during the last two days. Mark stayed behind to take care of Hardy,


    and the dwarf stated that he was not interested in seeing the evil Dark Elf Mistress.


    But Vincent thinks it''s true that Mark wants to test the little objects he collected in the ice


    tower on Hardy. Hardy''s sturdy subjects are hard to find.


    Trailing behind Shelley, Vincent listened to her admonitions. For example, his mother was not


    as good-natured as she was. He should never look up in front of her. Do not contradict the


    mother''s words; It is your honor to serve the dark elves, and make no more excessive demands;


    When the Mistress "wants" you, do not refuse...


    "What? Your mistress would make such a request? '' Suddenly Vincent stood in the middle of


    the street.


    ''There is nothing strange about this. This kind of thing is quite normal among dark elves. My


    mother is nearly a thousand years old, but she is still in good health. It''s normal to have a


    group of waiters."


    Vincent frowned and began to think about how to avoid this from happening. After all, the


    mere thought of a woman approaching the age of a thousand -- a terrible number even in


    the long lives of dark elves -- gave the Wizard goosebumps.


    "By the way, it''s an honor to be a chambermaid to a mistress," he said. Shelley cocked her


    head at Vincent with a sly smile in her eyes. "Only the best men have that right..."


    "Then I''d rather not be good..." Vincent began to move on again.


    "It is worse not to be good. That kind of waste becomes a target for the family warrior to


    practice his sword skills." Shelley walked over to Vincent again, "Or you can say that, you are


    already my very own boy pet..."


    "Ha ha ha, I never thought our little sister would miss a man one day. I didn''t think you had


    any interest in the males." Shelley was telling Vincent about her plan when a voice came from


    the roof ahead.


    Then a sexy, silver-haired creature with delicate black scales and a hydra whip in her waist


    floated gently down from the roof. The ability to float at will, mastered by the dark elven


    aristocracy, is quite a feat.


    "This person is my sister, Zeena. Be careful, she is very bad. '' Shelley whispered beside Vincent.


    "I can see by your face that you are speaking ill of me, sister." Zena wriggled her waist and


    walked over to Vincent. The curves of her whole body are more sexy and attractive under the


    drive of this pace, and her slender waist seems to say to Vincent, "You can put your two big


    hands up quickly..."


    But Vincent knew exactly what the dark skin of the woman opposite represented: the dark elf,


    the ruler of the Underdark, cruel and treacherous. This gesture was not intended to seduce


    the sorcerer, but to demonstrate to her own sister.


    Vincent knows that sometimes, mispositioning yourself can lead to terrible consequences --


    even death.


    "Well, sister, what are you doing here? When will you become the leader of a powerful family


    if you do not learn the skills of sacrifice by your mother''s side?" Shelley stepped in front of


    Vincent and looked at her sister, whose hand was caressing the hilt of the thin sword around


    her waist.


    "Don''t be so excited, sister. When are you going to learn to think with your head? I only came


    here today to see what is so good about this man who has so much interest in you." Zeena


    looked Vincent up and down, and the Mage looked at the female drow unpolitely.


    "Looking good, male! But there are some things you need to know for yourself." Zena gently


    licked her upper lip with the tip of her moist, red tongue, and the implication was clear: "My


    room is open to you anytime. You know, you have a little girl who doesn''t give you the feeling


    of ecstasy."


    ''Come and find me Right..." With these words Zeina passed the mage, winked at him, and walked in the direction


    of the marketplace of the city of Prudence.


    "Don''t take her word for it, this fellow always delights in torturing men. She''s one of the sickest


    dark elf sacrifices in the city. ''


    ''So you don''t want to be a sacrifice, but a warrior?'' "Vincent asked, looking at Shelley.


    "Aren''t you interested in my situation? Why are you asking now?" Shelley led the Master from


    the front toward the family compound, asking coldly without looking back.


    But her quickening heart betrayed a hint of excitement, and Vincent''s penetrating eye could


    not miss this detail.


    A slight smile appeared on the mage''s lips, and then his face suddenly resumed its seriousness.


    "Yes, why did I suddenly ask this question? Better hurry on your way to see your mother."


    Shelley still didn''t look back, but Vincent knew that disappointment was on her face.


    The home of the First family was now in front of them both.


    For a long time no visitor from the surface had been able to enter the fortified castle. And yet


    another castle, a castle that should have been stronger, had slipped away...