Chess Mage of Faerûn

Chapter 409 The Drow's Involution
"You must never trust those Spider Queen's minions. Betrayal and betrayal are more natural to them than eating and drinking."

"And what about you? You're also a Zhuoer."

The monk stopped and glanced sideways, his expression calm and unfathomable.

"Just because of my skin color, since I fled the Underdark and came to your so-called civilized society, I have suffered fear, expulsion, and even pursuit more than once. And you, a powerful spellcaster, are you just like those fools and simpletons?"

Viconia's voice was a little hoarse, and her face was flushed with excitement.
“I am a betrayer and an exile of my tribe. Even if I betray you, where can I go? Besides, those girls only want to use me as a sacrifice to that mother spider, right? So what are you worried about?”

The drow's words seemed to have an effect; the mage turned around, looked her over carefully, and slowly spoke:
"I have to admit that there is some truth to what you said, but some things still need to be put into practice."

He turned and continued walking, gesturing for Vicania to follow.

"Four female drow, one of whom is the Spider Queen Priestess, along with four grey dwarves and two tauren—that's all you have as a Viconia."

The two had arrived at Old Clockwork's location, which was where the prisoners were being held.

Another steel golem?
Viconia's first glance fell on Clockwork's tall figure, but before she could think much of it, she saw the several figures that were tightly bound, and her attention was immediately drawn to them.

Ha! That's my capital!
After being in exile for so long, Viconia never imagined that she would one day be the master of her own destiny. She was already beginning to imagine the miserable state those little brats would be in under her control.

Just as they were feeling happy, the monk's words came over again:

"I won't interfere with how you manage and train these guys after I've handed them over to you, but after a while, I want to see a squad that suits my needs."

"If you can't do it, then let's find someone else."

"Oh, don't worry, man, your Viconia won't let you down."

The female drowsy quickly rallied, her eyes sparkling with a vibrant energy.

Power is the aphrodisiac of the drow, and it is no exaggeration. After gaining a little bit of power, Viconia became invigorated.

Tsk tsk, what I thought was absolutely right. Even as a so-called exile, what Viconia opposed and resisted was not the cruel law of the jungle under Rose's shadow, but rather her own vulnerable position of being bullied and oppressed.

But saying these things is meaningless; the values ​​that the other person has formed in that distorted society cannot be changed by words.

The mage watched as Viconia swayed her cat-like steps toward the unfortunate captives, her pretty back swaying as she walked, and shook his head with a slight smile.

slap~
Viconia untied the long whip that was wrapped around her waist and swung it viciously at the ground. The whip tip, inlaid with metal rings, swooped down with momentum, making a whooshing sound and a crisp cracking sound, and landed in a small crater.

Beside the pit was Eirima, an old acquaintance of Viconia. As the leader of the hunting party, she was fortunate enough to be chosen as the new leader's first target to establish her authority.

Taking revenge for personal gain?

No, for Zhuo Er, personal grudges are of paramount importance, while official matters must take a backseat.

The priestess's consciousness had already returned, but her body was bound hand and foot and she couldn't move. She wanted to say something, but the silence collar made her as helpless as a salted fish that had been brought ashore, only able to open and close her lips in vain.

Seeing his former enemy, who had been relentlessly hunting him down, now lying before him like a defeated dog, Viconia felt a surge of satisfaction and a flood of brilliant ideas—all excellent ways to deal with his adversary.

There's plenty of time in the future, so there's no need to rush. The key thing right now is...

A glint of malice flashed in Viconia's eyes. With a flick of her wrist, her whip, like a venomous snake, suddenly lunged at Elima's beautiful face. Disfigurement!

In a short time, she had figured out where the advantages of the Dark Elves lay with a powerful and influential male, and what she needed to do was to completely destroy the assets of these fellow humans.

As for divine restoration?

As a fellow clergyman, Viconia knew the intricacies well. Simple external injuries might be harmless, but if they were mixed with certain special poisons…

Hmph, let's see what you ugly freaks can do against me!
With a swing of his arm, the long whip shot out like a venomous snake spitting its tongue.

puff!
Instead of the sound of flesh tearing open, it was not the sound of flesh bursting open.

Just as the whip was about to strike, at the critical moment, the priestess, her eyes wide with fury but with no way to avoid it, felt her head suddenly being nudged by a hand, thus escaping her original fate of disfigurement. The whip grazed her hair, and the mud that splashed up when it hit the ground covered her head and face.

The attack, which seemed certain to succeed, unexpectedly failed. Surprised, Viconia did not hesitate and raised her arm to strike again.

"Enough is enough."

A sigh came from behind. Viconia felt as if her shoulder was being gripped tightly by a giant, iron-like hand, making it impossible for her to exert any force, let alone wield the whip.

She turned to look at the monk, her face showing the bewilderment that followed being stopped from doing something she took for granted.

“Male, this is only a small part of our underground management art. Didn’t you promise to entrust this responsibility to me?”

"Or perhaps... the powerful spellcasters were intimidated by the mere skills of our race?"

The monk, of course, would not be fooled by such a petty trick; his face remained expressionless, and his tone was calm.
"I don't remember having any obligation to promise you anything. I was just too lazy to deal with those trivial matters, so I asked you to share some of the burden."

"But if you don't manage it well, hmm? I remember that guards who cause a loss or devaluation of slave value are also punished, right?"

Viconia was somewhat speechless, but after her eyes darted around a few times, she spoke again with conviction:
"It's just a superficial injury. Men, don't be fooled by their petite bodies. We Zhuoer can endure much more than you can imagine."

She giggled, drawing circles on the monk's chest with her finger, her eyes sparkling with charm.

Zhang Yuan stared at the female Zhuo Er, not bothering to argue about her looks or her worth. Since she was pretending to be stupid, he couldn't wake someone who was pretending to be asleep.

He simply said:

"Why bother? Even if you disfigure them all, it's just a matter of advanced restoration techniques for me."

Upon hearing this, Viconia paused, almost exclaiming in surprise.

Good heavens! As a priest, how could she not know what advanced restoration meant? Even for high-ranking priests, this divine spell was not something to be squandered easily; it often required ritual preparation or precious materials.

Only those with profound skill and divine favor can handle heavy tasks with ease and fluency.

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(End of this chapter)