Mage Legend-Chapter 336 - 22 episodes Exchange_3

Lynch didn’t continue asking about other things. Instead, he turned to Soka, teaching her to be polite and humble, reminding her not to keep all the sweets to herself. However, the Angel never seemed to have that intention in the first place; for her, having her hands full was already the ’maximum’ state.

Lynch no longer needed to accompany the Main Priest Kuboert, Soka got her beloved candies, Yilinrui wasn’t ’robbed clean,’ and Kuboert had met the Elf Queen. Everything seemed to be going smoothly.

However, Zilvra encountered trouble. In recent days, heavy rains always poured around Fyyian’s Undead Tower, the water curtain like dense fog shrouding all vision. The once muddy roads had now become like hellish paths, impossible to tread. Only those ghosts that could float in the air continued to patrol around the tower. Zilvra was stuck and could only stay inside the tower.

But the female Drow had been observing Fyyian these days, trying to understand his temperament, character, and way of thinking. Only by understanding one’s enemy can one find the key to victory. Apart from sleeping, Zilvra wandered in this tower, hoping to see that disfigured elf.

However, Fyyian rarely came out. He always stayed in his room, with strong vampire guards outside. He would only politely appear when Zilvra was having meals. Fyyian only drank some pale yellow liquid and never ate anything. If she weren’t sure that this guy still breathed and had body heat, Zilvra would have classified him as another ’undead monster.’

But after several days of observation, Zilvra was increasingly unable to grasp the nature of the enemy before her. Unlike Lynch, Fyyian didn’t seem like a mage at all. He never cast spells and didn’t exhibit the elegance of an Arcane Caster, nor did he keep a Magic Book at hand. In this Undead Tower, Zilvra didn’t find any intricate Magic Runes or discover any magical Magic Barriers. The Undead Magic Bead, which originally had some spell protection capability, had also vanished without a trace.

"The power of the Undead Magic Bead needs corresponding arcane to inspire," Matron Batana once told Zilvra. "Before finding a mage to assist, the Undead Magic Bead is difficult to manipulate, which is a dangerous thing."

’Could it be in an unstable state now?’ Zilvra once again surveyed the place. ’This is hard to explain. Without magical power, the Undead Magic Bead would not function at all. Could Fyyian be hiding it too well?’

A sound of a door opening came from downstairs, and a string of footsteps extended rapidly downwards from the stairs in front of Zilvra’s door. Zilvra was somewhat curious, wondering who would come here in such pouring rain. She stood up, wanting to go out and find out.

She saw two shadows flash past outside the door, eliciting a startle in Zilvra’s heart. She tiptoed over, putting her eye to the gap in the bone-made door.

The entire tower being made of bone instead of wood brought this convenience. All places would have gaps where sight could be cast through.

Four vampires stood silently outside the door. While they wouldn’t disturb Zilvra’s rest, they would definitely block her if she wanted to leave.

However, this kind of ’soft detention’ only piqued Zilvra’s interest in going out even more. She took out the Invisibility Stone hanging from her neck, and a simple phrase, "You can’t see me," completely concealed the female Drow’s form.

A vent was suspended high at the top of the room, too small for many people. But Zilvra was already adept at stealth and assassination, and it wasn’t too difficult to utilize the Floating Technique to get out from there.

Silently arriving downstairs, Zilvra finally saw what was happening. Two Fishmen were shaking the mud off their feet, not caring at all that the muck splattered onto the exquisite paintings nearby. The heavy rain outside had washed away their typical fishy smell and made their skin, originally draped with green seaweed, appear much cleaner.

They were conversing in a language Zilvra had never heard; Fyyian had many pauses as if considering what words to use next. It was evidently the Fishman language. Zilvra had encountered Underdark Fishman tribes during her time underground, those eternally filled with ’foolish cunning’ slime creatures, considered a lowly slave race. The Dark Elves would never lower themselves to converse in slave languages with them; more often than not, other slaves were used as intermediaries for translation.

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