Time has a tendency to slip away unnoticed, and this change is difficult to grasp, especially in


    the perpetually dark underground world. It has been nearly a month since Vincent became


    the First Family''s counselor Mage.


    All this time, he was searching for the whereabouts of the missing angel. But there was no


    news of the little angel. The first thing Vincent does every day is use the magic of prophecy,


    hoping to find any trace. But there seemed to be a powerful force blocking all prophetic spells,


    and it was pointless to ask for information about the cherub. One thing Vincent was sure of


    from the constant inquiries was that the little angel was not dead, that she was still alive and


    kicking somewhere.


    Vincent, too, was reassured. If the purpose of those who kidnapped the angel was to bring


    Heaven and the First Family into conflict, then the little angel was a very useful leverage before


    the battle began. They will keep it alive and well.


    During this month, Vincent''s research on the Arcane scrolls has also made considerable


    progress. At first he thought he had exhausted the knowledge in the first book of the


    Mysteries of the Arcane, but when he finished the second chapter, The Law of Creation, a new


    chapter appeared in the first book, all of which were supplementary explanations on the


    creation of spells and Arcane arts. And these new things were very important to him as a


    mage. It was very enlightening.


    "Learning a new spell is not actually an improvement in a mage''s ability, but discovering a


    new idea or concept is..." Vincent''s mentor Castle had told him so.


    The known spells were nothing more than the lessons learned by those who had come before


    him, who had pointed out shortcuts to the future. But in front of Vincent, there is a new path,


    he is building a new system of magic.


    It was very different from the Net and from the Great Arcane of the past. Although he has


    two summaries of the Great Arcane''s spells in his hand, he does not have a single scroll of


    ancient spells. What he uses now is an invention of the mages who stabilized the Net. This


    has resulted in a state of research where he is now trying to learn the source of magic while


    building on the magic of the Web.


    His biggest gain these days is how to use the power of the source of magic to directly affect


    the spell, so that the mage can use various supernatural skills (such as strength, distance, etc.),


    while consuming other spells to temporarily transform another spell, to achieve the effect of


    no prior memory can be completed.


    Today, as usual, he sat in his hotel room, intently studying the Enigmatic volumes in front of


    him, writing down his own experiences as he read them. Mark and Hardy went to the ring


    again, ostensibly to "study the way underground creatures fight," but Hardy wanted to play


    in the arena, and Mark simply accompanied him, tending to his belongings while the fighter


    fought.


    Vincent could guess what Hardy was up to, but since he came out of the ring unscathed every


    day and had a quiet place to study, he let them do it.


    After writing a few words, Vincent suddenly put the Ofa Secret back into his arms. For he saw


    three dark elves running up the stairs in a hurry, and the Stone-legged boss who tried to stop


    them was knocked to the ground.


    There was a knock, knock, knock at the door, and without waiting for Vincent to answer, the


    dark elves opened the door and entered.


    "Counselor, the noble Matriarch orders you to come to the house at once."


    Vincent looked at the family insignia they were wearing, the lowly warrior emblem of the First


    family, then nodded, picked up the staff and flew straight out the window to the First family


    fort.


    Unlike the last time they had been here, everything was quiet, even the lowly ogres who


    patrolled the door were gone. But Vincent''s penetrating eye clearly showed that in the corners


    of the castle, in the shadows of the walls, behind the decorative statues, there were Drow


    warriors. The whole place was now surrounded by elite dark elves, and they looked as if they


    were in imminent danger.


    Vincent descends to the ground and walks slowly towards the front door. In this situation, he


    did not dare to continue flying. It would be very unlucky if he was mistaken for an intruder


    and was shot down from the sky with poisonous dark Elven bolts.


    "Is there any other house that wants to attack this place, to claim the crown of the First


    Family?" Vincent thought. From what he had been doing in the city for nearly a month, there


    was no family that could pose a threat to the Chapman family. "Could it be a combination of


    families?"


    Vincent enters the camp of the Dark Elves and is led by one of the family''s warriors. As he


    floats, he wonders, "What will unite the families? Can they really balance their own interests


    and unite for such a difficult fight?"


    As he calculated the possibilities, the Dark Elf warrior led him to the Hall of the Audience. He


    pushed open the door and entered to find no fewer than twenty people already standing


    inside.


    At the very top, seated on a wide throne, was Mistress Batana, leaning on a soft cushion, her


    eyes squinting comfortably, her chin resting on one hand, and her eyes closed.


    Then on the steps stood the eight priestesses of the dark Elves, and the one closest to her


    place, Zeena, whom Vincent had already seen, was looking at the sorcerer who had just


    entered the door with her usual disdainful eyes, but with a slight upturn of the corners of her


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    creatures, it is your greatest pleasure to entertain me, to satisfy me."


    Shelley, in position 5, does not wear a warrior''s garb today, but a priest''s robe like her "sister."


    The only difference is that instead of a spider goddess on her robe, she has a pair of black


    star machetes.


    Vincent had never met any of the other Dark Elf families, but just from the seven priests --


    Shelley wore clerical robes, but she was not a true power user -- Vincent knew the strength


    of the family. The priests who were able to stay with their mother were usually members of


    the family who had attained high achievement in the use of divinity, not just as followers of


    the spider goddess, but as leaders in the Drow cult who combined the goddess''s love,


    strength, and cruelty. They were at the very top of the dark elven community. Two or three


    of these priests in a family, in addition to the matriarch, would constitute a family with a place


    in the city of Prudence. And that at once was seven high priests -- Vincent did not believe


    that this was all the strength of the family, and that there must be hidden cards -- enough to


    easily wipe out any family after the top five.


    And now that they''re all here, preparing for some kind of meeting, it''s clear that something


    big is going on.


    In addition to these dark Elf priestesses, in the open space below the steps stood two rows of


    less important creatures. Mostly male dark elves, they were all looking at Vincent with


    suspicion and defiance, looking at this "family advisor" who had suddenly appeared. Among


    them, the most icy looks come from two dark elves dressed in mage robes.


    "Two mages?" Vincent could not help but sigh again at the strength of this family. In many


    terrestrial countries, even the highest ruler could not command a mage, and in this small


    underground city, a dark elf family had two -- oh, now three -- mages at their service.


    Vincent looked at all the people in the hall with his penetrating eyes, but he found a dark


    wizard who was covering his hands with the sleeves of his robe and making magical gestures.


    His lips did not move, as if he were waiting for the meeting to begin with his head down, but


    through the technique of "silent magic", he wanted to intimidate Vincent, the newcomer.


    Had he not seen the gesture, Vincent would have been very defenseless. However, things


    were different now, and Vincent quickly began to prepare for this magic. He used both silent


    and fixed spells, ignoring the language and posture components of one spell.


    Unnoticed, the two magical energies met in the Dark Elf mage''s sleeve. As always, the


    products of the two magical systems do not harmonize, and they begin to oscillate, trying to


    overwhelm each other.


    Instead of figuring out what was going on, the Dark elf mage felt his spell suppressed, and


    then there was a rush of energy all over his sleeve.


    Originally, the two energies were evenly matched, and no one could suppress anyone, and


    eventually they could only spell out the fate of both disappearing. But there is one absolute


    advantage to using the source of magic. Vincent can channel this primal energy into the spells


    he casts -- just as he can use it to restore magic to the staff. As a result, the magic he wields


    instantly overpowers the Dark Elf''s, and in this case, the power of the blast literally tears the


    Drow master''s sleeve. There was no sound, no light, only that his sleeve was suddenly reduced


    to shredded strips of cloth, which flew through the air in a mist of blood.


    All looked like the disheveled sorcerer. He had a bare arm now, which was covered with thick


    scratches, and blood was trickling slowly down the charred wound, but this fellow was tough


    and could not bear the intense pain without saying a word. He was only expressing his anger


    by glaring into Vincent''s eyes.


    Shelley tried not to laugh aloud. She noticed Vincent looking at her. She gave him a direction


    with her eyes, indicating where he should stand.


    Vincent, leaning on his staff and making a face that had nothing to do with him, stood where


    Shelley had told him to be. Right in the middle of all the Dark Elf priests and other family


    members.


    Standing opposite him was the warrior monk who had wounded him!


    "You seem to be recovering well, Mr. Monk." Vincent''s voice was suddenly heard in the


    otherwise quiet room. All the dark elves, except Mother, looked at him, watching the


    audacious creature carefully.


    A man, who dared to talk freely in front of Mother!


    "Call me Regula, mage!"


    "Do you think this is the end of things between us? Warrior Monk?" As Vincent stared at the


    monk, he watched with insight the movements of the mother and the expressions of the


    various dark elf priests.


    Batana kept her eyes closed, as if she did not perceive anything. Shelley licked her lips with


    excitement, her eyes filled with anticipation that the fight would begin. A sneer hung from


    Zena''s lips, as if mocking the Master''s overreach.


    "It''s about time you learned to respect a mage." As Vincent said this, a ring of ice rose from


    his body, sending out an endless chill. The condensation of water from the sudden cold was


    like a white mist spreading outward, covering the figure of the mage.


    With his penetrating eye, Vincent was able to see the monk easily, whereas it would have


    been a great effort for the monk to spot the monk in the ice mist.


    Just as the battle was about to break out, the mother, Batana, opened her eyes.


    "Stop, all of you. I have something important to say now. ''