"Master of the Earth, your servant has just told me your name. May I call you by it? Oh, you


    can call me Oros, but I''m on patrol, so we don''t usually meet." "Said the young Drow mage.


    "You may call me by my name." Vincent looked at the Black Crystal Tower and casually agreed.


    Oros lowered his head, and a bleak smile appeared on his face, which was fleeting. In the


    world of dark Elves, the hierarchy of classes is clear. On the top are the Dark Fairy Mother,


    and then the Drow priests, who are the ruling class. All the women of the Dark Elves are priests,


    or rather, the women of the Dark elves who cannot become priests have been "eliminated" -


    - the elimination rate is still high, and the surviving Drow priests are all powerful beings. Only


    Shelley, because of her white skin, was rejected by the Spider Temple and never trained to


    become a priest. For the first time ever, the First Family did not "eliminate" her, thus giving


    Prudence the only female dark Elf warrior in the history of the city.


    Women hold the absolute dominion of the whole dark elf society, and all the other classes


    are far removed from the status of these priests.


    At the top of the male hierarchy, there are three classes. The master of the martial arts -- the


    strongest warrior of the family and leader of the guard, who with his sword slits the throat of


    all who stand in his way; The paternal father, who is basically the male closest to the matriarch,


    who provides sexual services and has a say in the domestic affairs of the family and in the


    management of trivial matters; And finally, counselor, a title reserved for those who are not


    members of the family. Although they had no power over family affairs, they were all powerful


    and wise representatives -- wise men alone could not hold the position for long.


    Next came the clan''s mages and elite warriors. Its core is generally made up of the sons of


    the main mother, male drow who are naturally noble and close to the core of the dark Elf


    hierarchy. The children of other Drow may be given the title of noble only if they have


    undergone rigorous training or have made great achievements in battle. Ordinary mages,


    being so few in number, are also in this rank, no matter how strong they may be.


    Then there are the ordinary warriors, who are also made up of dark elves. They are the lowest


    rung of the Drow race, and the losers perform their daily activities in the hope of gaining


    merit, or, more simply, fatherhood, and greater power.


    This was the structure of the Dark Elf family, and beneath it all the other races -- the common


    inhabitants and slaves of the city, who had paid their blood, sweat and dignity for a life under


    the dark elves, one who was not careful would lose his head.


    Except for the priests, the others could lose their titles at any time, the master of martial arts


    being the most stable seat, the paternal father the most unstable -- who knows when the


    mother will change her taste at her whim? In a patriarchal family, the man below either shows


    enough reverence for the man above, or dies. This is the rule, and in the Drow world this is


    the rule.


    So it is very careful what other people are called. Even if Vincent has some strength, if he


    dares to call the three words "Batana", even if you are the family''s advisor mage, you will not


    survive.


    But just now, Vincent has been looking at the magnificent Black Crystal Tower and has not


    noticed this problem. Subconsciously, he thinks that he has returned to the days of the Mages''


    Society -- the Mages'' society on the surface. He had agreed to let Oros call him by his first


    name.


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    The young Drow had been humble, for he knew that Vincent was the advisor mage of the


    First House, a position that was essentially the highest of the men in Prudence City. Moreover,


    the man was from the surface world, and his presence in that position represented great


    power. But Oros is definitely not the man he appears to be, he accepts the task of patrolling


    for the thrill of killing. The newly arrived mage, by not using his title but being referred to by


    his first name, has lowered his status.


    The hands of Oros rubbed together excitedly under the wide sleeves of his robe. His fingers


    danced softly, as if he could not contain his excitement. "Mage from the surface! ''he licked


    his lips, thinking,'' That''s a good goal! ''


    Vincent looked at the Black Crystal Tower, observing the material and construction of the


    tower, but felt a sudden silence behind him. He turned around and saw a kind Drow. Oros


    gave a look of realization. "Oh, yes, I haven''t shown you in yet."


    The inside of the Black Crystal Tower looks very clean. The whole floor is a large library.


    Various books of different thickness are standing on the shelves, and there is a faint fragrance


    of anti-corrosion spices. Several independent tables and chairs are actually carved from the


    wood that is scarce in the bottom of the earth, and their surfaces have been smooth and


    clean for a long time. Almost an arm''s diameter and half a man''s height in the bookshelf, a


    variety of scrolls vertical row together, slouched to one side, the scrolls are carefully tied with


    thin threads, above the spotless, obviously there can be dust removal effect. There is a special


    shelf in the room, which is filled with candles. Dark elf vision has little ability to detect small


    changes in temperature, and to read what''s on these scrolls, unless it uses special fluorescent


    ink, it needs to light a candle.


    "The Black Crystal Tower is mainly a library and research room, and there are few people.


    Vincent, as you know, mages are a very rare group." Seeing that the mages really did not


    object to his address, Oros continued, "Normally, this place is almost empty. No one lives


    here and few people come here. But there is a strong barrier on the third floor and above,


    and you should not go up there if only the Dark Fairy Mistress or the old mages here know


    how to get in."


    ''Besides, the dwellings are not here, but in the row of houses outside the tower. Vincent, you


    can easily find a place to rest when you get there. '' Oros smiled at Vincent, his white teeth


    Support creative writers by reading their stories on Royal Road, not stolen versions.showing, but against the dark elf''s dark skin, it was very striking, giving a kind of spooky


    feeling.


    With that, he retreated, leaving the Wizard alone. Vincent looked at the things, checked all


    the nooks and crannies with his penetrating eye to make sure that no one was paying


    attention to him, and then stepped up to the top.


    The most amazing thing about the whole Black Crystal Tower was the way it was built. I do


    not know what means, here, you can not see any trace of building, joint, snap and bond, the


    whole tower is integrated, you can not find a crack, even the step and the ground joint, are


    tight. Vincent climbed the steps and ran his hand over the wall, but he could not feel a trace


    of bump. The cylindrical inner wall was as smooth as a mirror. Vincent had an idea that the


    tower might be completely carved out of a huge black rock.


    The second floor of the tower is divided into rooms, the doors of which are written in


    fluorescent dark Elvish: "Laboratory of Plastic Energy," "Summoning Room," "Workshop," and


    "Meditation hall." The doors are closed, and no one is inside. However, judging from the


    number of chairs placed in front of the door, the tower must have hosted many mages in its


    history, and they even had to enter the rooms in order. Now, all the rest chairs are empty,


    and Vincent is the only one left in the tower.


    ''Above the third floor there is a magic barrier,'' he said. Vincent picks up the staff and releases


    several protective spells for himself, specifically for Necromancy, Mind control, and Elemental


    effects. Carefully, he continues his ascent.


    "That''s right! It''s a fireball trap here. It''s really good. It''s a powerful killing spell right out of the


    gate. Wonder what''s behind it." Vincent thought for a moment and decided to leave the trap


    alone. He breezily circumvented the reach of the spell and went on.


    "An anti-gravity spell?" Vincent''s penetrating eye clearly shows the magic letters on the


    ground which are invisible to the ordinary person. He reads them carefully for a moment and


    identifies this spell. "The upward area of gravity? For what?"


    Looking up, the master saw the sharp edge array on the ceiling, the sharp thorns on the top


    of the head, are painted black, and there is no difference from the background here, do not


    deliberately look absolutely can not find. The point of the thorns was not straight, but rather


    curved, like a fishhook. Vincent shuddered as he looked at the object above him.


    The few traps that remained on the stairs were very simple, and Vincent removed them with


    ease.


    The third level is now free for Vincent to move through. There are no obstacles to stop him


    or hurt him. But when he looked around, he couldn''t see anything.


    The empty room. Only black walls and candlesticks hung on them. There was nothing in the


    candlesticks, not even a drop of wax.


    Vincent was confident that, at the moment of insight, no illusion could hide its trace, and no


    magic could obscure the vision. Switching between the two visions several times and pacing


    up and down the room, he was finally sure of one thing: it was empty.


    "It''s impossible! Where has everything gone here?" Vincent turned around twice anxiously,


    his eyes catching a glimpse of the scene outside the Black Crystal Tower. By the contrast of


    height, it is just halfway to the tower, and there should be some strata above it.


    Activating the flight, the Mage floats up to the ceiling. The Insight Eye has seen four layers of


    things. There, like a storeroom, were on display a multitude of hardcover books, and the mere


    appearance of the covers of every colour and material would have made it possible to feel


    that they radiated a constant power of magic that would have tempted every mage to peruse


    them; Several magic staffs were perched on special shelves, and the staffs with magical words


    were still shining faintly; A magical workman''s table stood in one corner of the room, and


    scales, rulers, and various kinds of pincers and knives were neatly placed on the table; Next


    to it was a potion-making pool, where pipes of glass and crystal were entangled like snakes,


    some of them filled with thick liquids of various colors; And on one side of these stands was


    a large storage container, in which different drawers held different kinds of materials, be they


    metals, precious stones, wood, rare earth, or liquid preparations, and next to them a large


    chest contained various kinds of plants, herbs, and biological tissues.


    But what caught Vincent''s attention most of all was a metal ball in the middle of the room.


    The ball has a diameter of two meters, but it is suspended on a platform with a diameter of


    six meters. A spherical cage made of metal is just enough to hold the metal ball in the center.


    Every once in a while, the metal ball would suddenly turn into a liquid ball, whirling through


    the air like a drop of water, glinting silvery gray, and then return to its dim solid state.


    On the base of the platform, a single staff lay slumped to the ground, but it radiated a strong


    magical glow. As Vincent stared at it, he felt a sharp pain in his eyes that he had not known


    for a long time. If there was a wand of prophecy in that room, it was that one!


    Magic marks were carved on the ceiling, and Drow boys were crawling all over it like ants.


    With the protection of this mark, it would not only be very difficult to destroy the structure,


    but it would definitely attract the attention of the whole city.


    Vincent gave up the wall-passing technique he was going to use, and he took out the ''Shapeshifting Spirit Body'' scroll to bypass this physical wall.


    When the spell is unleashed, the scroll turns back into white paper, but Vincent remains the


    same flesh-and-blood body, not transformed into a spirit body, and enters the spirit world.


    ''Strange! How is it the same as teleportation? '' The mage pulls out Shadowwork again: "The


    spirit world won''t let me go, so go into shadow space!"


    The spell is complete, and the mage is still floating by the ceiling, unchanged. Perhaps his


    body was too attached to the world to leave.


    Vincent looked at the two pieces of white paper in his hand and floated back to the ground


    frowning.


    "Is the whole space closed off?" "He mumbles.