Chess Mage of Faerûn

Chapter 407 Your name
"If they really died at your hands, that would be the best news I could hear."

The woman in the black robe had a slightly hoarse voice, yet it possessed a unique magnetism and sexiness. The lingering echo at the end of her voice always evoked a sigh.

She reached up and lifted her hood, casting a spell to reveal her face from the shadows. Her smooth silver hair cascaded down her shoulders like a waterfall. She raised her head and looked directly at the mage, her eyes as clear as jewels, her deep blue pupils reflecting light like starlight burning in a sapphire.

Her face was exquisite, with soft yet distinct lines, like a female sculpture by a master. She was not delicate, but rather had a cold and alluring beauty with a dangerous sexiness.

"colnbluth, xuat, Faern." (Outsider, no, mage)
The drow extended her pink tongue and lightly licked her blood-red lips, her gaze unwavering despite the dwarves' imposing presence:
"Your strength proves you're different from those mediocre, incompetent men. Perhaps, in return, it's not shameful to offer assistance to a powerful mage, hmm?"

The tone was gentle and confident, and the nasal tone at the end was like a feather lingering on one's heart, making one want to scratch it.

This is blatant seduction!

Master Zhang thought of it.

Is Lao Tzu's charm really that powerful? Even Zhuo Er can't resist it?
The mage opened his attribute panel, and the bright twelve on the Charm bar immediately brought him to his senses.

Looks like I was overthinking it...

"A drow being hunted, an exile? A loser in a family feud? Or perhaps,"

The monk didn't respond, but instead looked the other person up and down, questioning him with great interest:
"A survivor of a family that shouldn't exist?"

The drow's eyes flashed briefly upon hearing the last sentence, but she quickly returned to normal, yet she couldn't escape the mage's notice.

"You seem to know so much about the language and culture of the Drow, so I'm sure you've also heard about our tribe's morbid spider worship."

The drow's eyelids drooped, and her tone revealed undisguised resentment and sorrow:
"I relied on the Night Lady to escape the madness of the Spider Queen's venomous web, but as you can see, this is what I suffered as an outsider and a traitor."

"Really? That was certainly foreseeable."

The monk neither agreed nor disagreed, but looked at the other person with a scrutinizing attitude and asked:

"Now that you intend to stop your exile and serve me, madam, why don't you tell me your identity first?"

“Male, I meant help, not service, but never mind, it won't stop us from having an unforgettable memory, right?”

The drowsy woman, head held high, remained proud and alluring, like a blooming red lotus, as if her earlier dejection was merely an illusion.
"As for my name, I lost my surname after I went into exile. You can just call me Kui Lu."

"Is that really your name?"

The monk's expression was a half-smile.

"Of course, Kurimarinde, but since I was expelled, I can only be called Kurimarinde."

A perfectly measured expression of sadness and longing appeared on Kui Lu's face.

"Oh, really? I understand."

The monk nodded in sudden understanding and said considerately, "However, since you're being hunted by your own people, why not change your name?" "No need, they don't use my real name..."

Before "Kui Lu" could even retort, the monk spoke up on his own:

"How about I just call you Viconia? Viconia Deaver? I've even prepared your surname."

Kui Lu could no longer maintain her composure. Her pupils contracted sharply, and her right hand reached into her waist, gripping the spiked hammer hanging from her lower back.

Her teeth were clenched, her almond-shaped eyes were wide open, and her pretty face was distorted with fear, making her look somewhat ferocious.

"Why do you have to do this?"

Zhang Yuan sighed, but acted swiftly, the beam of light from his hand striking the other person's face directly.

With a scream of pain, Zhuo Er, who hadn't even put on his hood, was completely outmaneuvered by this little trick. His left hand reflexively shielded his eyes, while his right hand, holding a spiked hammer, wildly swung a series of Xia Ji Ba Da (a type of martial arts technique) forward with great force.

It was all for naught. The drow, who wasn't known for her physical strength, lost the initiative and was surrounded by a group of heavily armored warriors. Her fate was sealed.

If the mage hadn't intervened in time, Zhuo'er, who had just lost his temper, would have suffered greatly after being dealt with.

Hey!
Looking at Viconia bound hand and foot, Zhang Yuan couldn't help but laugh and cry. Especially when he saw her shocked and angry expression, she looked like a cat that had fallen into a doghouse. Her hands and feet were tied so she couldn't bar her teeth and claws, and her struggles only made her twist herself into a pretzel.

"A dragon soaring across the sky will not drool over a rotting rat in the mouth of a wild cat in a street corner, and I have no interest in the monkey tricks of your Underdark."

The drow's expression softened slightly, her body stopped twisting, and she whimpered as if she wanted to say something.

Shooting away the dwarves guarding her, the mage stepped forward and ripped the rag out of her mouth. The woman, without even catching her breath, spat several times, glaring angrily at the dwarves, but refrained from retaliating. Instead, she looked at the person who had instigated this:
How did you come to know the name Viconia?

As if realizing she had misspoke, she quickly corrected herself:
"I mean, why did you force such a name on me?"

"Oh? You should know that it's quite normal for a mage to occasionally use divination to glimpse a corner of the future, right?"

Mr. Zhang put on a serious face, but anyone who knew him could immediately tell he was trying to fool people and was spouting nonsense.

“In my midsummer night’s dream, I dreamt of her, a female drow. Her beautiful face, her graceful body, and all that splendor are now an unattainable dream. The only thing left in my memory is that name.”

Someone's acting skills were really mediocre, especially when they put on that aria-like posture. Kegan, who knew the boss's character well, had already lowered his head and couldn't bear to watch, and his toes almost dug out a three-bedroom, two-living room space.

This guy is only so confident because he's in the Forgotten Realms; he's not afraid that Raistlin might suddenly jump out and kill him.

However, this level of stage opera might fool some ignorant, lovestruck noblewomen, but for Viconia, who had escaped exile from the Underdark alone, it was not even worth fooling.

It can only be described as toying with something; it's the perverse pleasure of a powerful predator who has absolute control over its prey.

Vicania had completely calmed down and did not attempt any further resistance such as arguing or questioning. Understanding that the situation was beyond her control, she waited until the other party's performance ended before calmly asking:
"Very well then, esteemed master of dream divination, what do you want me to do, or what do you want from me?"

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