Chess Mage of Faerûn

Chapter 410 Ding! Congratulations, player, you have unlocked Faction Leader NPC reputation.
The other party must be a mage, right? Where does such arrogance come from, talking about such high-level divine spells as if they were cheap healing potions? Are divine graces on the surface of the earth so worthless now?
Before the drow could figure it out, she heard the other person's words again:

"Given your unsuccessful attempt to damage my property, I will deduct 10 points from your favorability rating."

Deducting ten points... what was it again? Favorability?

She understood the first half of the sentence, and she understood every word in the second half as well, but when put together, it left Vicania completely dumbfounded.

"What do you mean?"

The female drow sensed something was wrong and cautiously probed.

"Here, look."

Zhang Yuan took out a scroll and unfolded it; the ink on it was still wet.

“Hate…hostility…indifference…neutrality…friendliness…trust…reliance…”

Viconia, who had been quietly reading the first line word by word, seemed to understand something and looked at the mage with a questioning gaze.

"This is the favorability level, starting from neutral as zero, and progressing towards trust or hatred with positive and negative values. Every 100 points will advance to the next level."

Master Zhang adopted the demeanor of a wise and virtuous teacher, patiently explaining to the other party the favorability system, or rather, reputation system, which he had hastily devised, and at the end, he didn't forget to add a complimentary remark:
"This is an evaluation system that I specially invented to resolve the differences in concepts and behaviors between you subterranean races and surface civilizations, in order to avoid unnecessary misunderstandings and repeated misbehaviors that could lead to consequences that no one wants to see."

Thank you so much for teaching us how to please you.
Does this person act like a king?

Viconia almost sneered as she took the scroll. She felt like she had something to say, but she couldn't get it out. She felt very frustrated.

After thinking for a moment, she still asked:
"Then, wise mage, may I ask what level I am currently at?"

"Originally you were neutral zero, but due to your irrational actions just now, your value shifted ten points towards indifference, and is currently negative ten. However, compared to your fellow races who are negative one hundred and fifty points, you still have a great advantage."

Mr. Zhang was all serious, like a customer service representative from a past life patiently answering all sorts of questions from novice users.

After all that, they only managed to remain neutral, or even lean towards indifference?
Although she inwardly considered what the other party had done a ridiculous farce, Viconia still couldn't stand being ranked so low, and...

"How come those prisoners also have numerical values?"

"Is there something wrong?" Master Zhang asked matter-of-factly.
"I told you that each of you has a chance to rise to the top. Whoever has the highest score will be the leader."

Make the most of your current advantages!

The faction leader NPC patted the new player on the shoulder as encouragement.

Is this okay?

Vicania was about to argue when the mage turned to look at Eirima, who was struggling on the ground like a caterpillar.

The priestess, who was originally very close, had now slithered to the mage's feet.

With the silence collar around her neck, Elima couldn't utter a sound, her pale purple lips moving frantically as if trying to express something.

"Don't listen to this vile woman's gossip; it's more dangerous than spider venom." It's a pity that Viconia doesn't have the bloodline of the Eye Demon; otherwise, the look she gave the other woman would have been enough to kill the priestess dozens of times over.

Ignoring the fight between the two women, the mage issued a command to temporarily remove the silence collar's effect.

"rath'argh (coward), may the light shine upon you."

The moment Eirima regained her freedom of speech, she cursed Viconia, then tried to put on a rather alluring smile as she looked at the mage.

“Human, you should know how unwise it is to oppose the Spider Lady. What happened before was just a misunderstanding. As long as you hand over that traitor to me, the friendship of the Aberry family will be your greatest reward.”

"Oh? Zhuo'er's friendship."

The monk had a half-smile on his face, just looking at the other person without responding.

Knowing the reputation of her people, the priestess quickly changed her mind and, when she spoke again, her conditions were much more realistic:

"As a powerful spellcaster, you are qualified to cooperate with our family. You must know what treasures the Underdark holds. All you have to give up is a lowly exile."

"El uln'hyrr! (Die, you liar!)"

Before Eirima could finish speaking, Viconia, who was standing next to her, could no longer hold back. She shouted and was about to pounce on the other party to get rid of her. As for this bullshit affection level?

Once the two parties reach an agreement, where will she find a way to survive?

She would never place her hopes on the promises or pity of others.

Viconia stepped forward, holding not a long whip or a mace, but what appeared to be a black dagger.
Up close to the mage, he could see it clearly: the dagger was clearly a beam of shadow condensed into a spike, as if it were a fragment chipped off from a shadow plane. The shadow rippled and rose like water ripples and mist, yet it was bound and gathered into a shape by some unknown force.

Viconia, who hadn't revealed her trump card when Zhang Laoye teased her before, is now determined to kill with this item!
"What a fiery temper," the mage thought to himself, frowning silently. He then stepped to the side to block her path as she charged forward. His left hand, with fingers pointing like a hook, resembled a dragon reaching out with its claws, and instantly seized the woman's right wrist holding the dagger, killing this desperate assassination attempt before it even began.

Vicania, her face flushed, struggled to free her arms, her efforts futile, much to the delight of Elima who watched from the side.

“Foolish fugitive, the power you gained through betrayal is not enough to avert your miserable fate.”

The Spider Queen priestess made no attempt to hide her direct mockery and malicious glee at her enemy's predicament, chuckling as she looked up at the mage.

"Praise the Spider Queen, a wise move, my good mage, you will not regret your decision today."

"What can that exile have? Having lost her family and the protection of the Spider Queen, she is nothing but this rotting flesh. If you are interested in the special skills of the drow, the ladies traveling with us would not mind having an unforgettable memory with a strong person like you."

With a seductive smile on her face, Aeryma betrayed several of her fellow clansmen without hesitation. As she spoke, the priestess's spring-water-like eyes were fixed on the mage, her moist pink tongue curling and sweeping as if licking something, then circling her pale purple lips. Her already full lips became even more luscious and tempting as they were surrounded by her breath.

"Even if you want, hmm~"

It was so offensive that Mr. Zhang simply couldn't bear to listen anymore, mainly because the other party didn't finish his sentence.

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