Chess Mage of Faerûn

Chapter 450 The Little Sea Monster's Thoughts

"Gao Yaling hopes that everyone will fulfill their duties!"

Finally, Mr. Zhang concluded by borrowing a famous quote from the John Bull family from his previous life. After the attendees accepted the order, they dispersed, leaving only him and Viconia in the large conference room.

However, one sat calmly and collected, while the other stood expectantly for nearly an hour.

"Chanem, this is so unfair to me!"

The female Zhuo'er's face was flushed with anger and resentment:

"If it weren't for my prayers and Her Highness Lady Lost's protection, you wouldn't even have been able to set up this door, let alone talk about exploring the film industry. And what was the result? I didn't even have a seat at the meeting!"

The monk chuckled upon hearing this, and leisurely countered with a question:
"What? You think everyone is ganging up on you?"

"Isn't it?"

When Viconia's sore spot was touched, her voice rose an octave, and she turned and plopped down in the chair that had been given to Münster.

“If it weren’t for the fact that you saved my life, I would never have endured such humiliation.”

"Oh?"

The monk almost laughed at the other party's confident nonsense. Did they really think he was some kind of VIP?
The smile on his lips grew even wider as he turned to look at the other person:

"Just because you want a seat doesn't mean others should give up their seats and stand for you. You have quite the airs of an official."

“It wasn’t just Münster; the same thing would have happened to anyone who had taken your place.”

"A huge conference room with about ten chairs, and there's not even a seat for me?"

The female drow knew in her heart that her previous actions had been too hasty and had angered the crowd, but she still couldn't suppress her anger.

"You can't blame anyone else for this; there are only so many seats, and you insisted on squeezing in."

As he spoke, the monk spread his hands in a helpless gesture, then suddenly pressed his palms down onto the armrest of the chair, his expression changing completely.
Did you ask me beforehand?

"Well, how was I supposed to know your venue was so shabby?"

Viconia was taken aback by the mage's sudden change of tone, and then stammered, losing her previous imposing manner.

"Are you still talking about the chair? Is this a problem with the chair?"

The mage seized the opportunity to ask a question in return, his finger seemingly pointing at the tip of the drow's nose:
"You did a good job on this trip to the underground palace, but the long-term effects will not be apparent in a short time. Your achievements alone are far from enough."

"Moreover, you know what kind of image the drow have on the surface. How long did it take Drizzt, and how long have you been at the High Cliff?"

"Stop comparing me to that bastard from the Duerden family. Tell me what you plan to do with the Shadow Plane. The Shadow Plane is not a place we can stay for long, not even for the drow and the grey dwarves."

Vicania, as if her sore spot had been touched, frowned and quickly changed the subject:

"Even if there really is such a castle, who can you rely on to guard it? There is only one Nevinmore."

"Don't worry about that, I have my own arrangements. Go back and rest well." After saying that, he let Viconia go to the Word Bearers' temporary residence, which was actually a few side caves on the edge of the hilly area where the dwarves lived.

These two old rivals living next to each other is out of necessity. After all, housing resources are limited, so they can only make do and get through this development period. Fortunately, everyone is busy with their own affairs every day and doesn't have the time to start a fight.

The monk himself climbed the steps to his room in the earthen building.

He pulled a door from his storage bag and placed it on the bedroom wall. With the incantation activated and a flash of silver light, the door to the alchemy laboratory swung open.

Upon entering, the well-arranged workbenches and neatly arranged instruments appear to be in excellent condition. While not spotless, they are certainly tidy, except for a large workbench in the corner.

The platform, which appeared unusually cluttered, contained no flasks, test tubes, or crucibles, but was scattered with numerous crystals, gemstones, processing tools, metal wires, and inscribed plaques.

If you look closely and compare them, you will find that these materials look almost exactly like the items on the Eternal Oath Formation in the underground palace.

Zhang Yuan's intention was also obvious: since ordinary creatures could not stay in the Shadow Dimension for long, then they would replace them with beings that could.

The puppet bodies of the pawns, especially those like Shadow Fiend who are naturally close to the shadow element or are even the source of shadow themselves, are the most powerful support in that plane.

As the sun dipped below the horizon into the distant western sea of ​​swords, the silver moon Suren rose to its zenith, radiating its brilliance in the domain of its old adversary. At that moment, the mage, who had been engrossed in his laboratory, emerged, his face a mixture of exhaustion and excitement.

All the preparations and arrangements were completed. After a long day of hard work, Mr. Zhang was finally able to wash off the dust and put himself in the bathtub to enjoy the comfort of a warm bath.

"You three sisters and Jady did a great job surveying the land and overseeing the farming, and the spring planting went very well."

Master Zhang closed his eyes, rested his head on the siren Sil's lap, and quietly enjoyed the slender fingers kneading and massaging his temples, shoulders, and other areas, letting out a soft, soothing hum.
"Is it tiring? Having to manage so many things all at once."

"It's alright. With a teacher guiding us, it's not too difficult. Compared to you, lord, it's much simpler, it's just..."

At this point, Syl wrinkled her cute little nose, looking rather annoyed:

"When it came to setting the land tax quota, those guys all acted like they couldn't survive, but when asked to give up or reduce their land area, they absolutely refused. They were truly insatiable."

The mage, still nestled in the siren's embrace, remained languid and merely smiled upon hearing this.
"Everyone has greed, which is why laws exist. Besides..."

"Back then, even when Miss Syl was holed up in that wrecked ship, she relentlessly scavenged for treasure from the sunken vessel and stuffed it into her bedroom, happily doing it even though she couldn't spend it all. Thinking about that makes sense..."

Before the monk could finish speaking, his head was grabbed by those slender hands and shaken violently. Then, his small pink fists rained down on his handsome, masculine upper body.

It was just a coquettish complaint after her secrets were exposed. Xier, acting like a little girl, didn't really exert any force. Plus, with Master Zhang's own tough and thick-skinned monstrous physique, he immediately groaned comfortably as if he were receiving a massage.

"You've been away from your hometown and following me for several years now. Do you miss home?"

“My sisters and I have always lived in seclusion and have hardly any memory of our hometown. That shipwreck was just a temporary shelter.”

"only…"

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