"If you swear allegiance to , I can give you Zilvra. After all, she’s just a pale-skinned one. Mage, what do you say?" Batana proposed this suggestion to Lynch.
"Honorable matron, you truly make admire you more and more." Lynch put on a smile again and clicked his tongue twice: "Just now you said that arcane arts were rely tricks. To exchange a powerful warrior for boring tricks, the Dark Elves are indeed the most generous race in the Underdark."
The mage wore a charming smile, but in his heart, his worries far outweighed his desires. Lynch couldn’t deny that the offer was very tempting for him, but since the matron was willing to make this offer, she must have been paying attention to Zilvra’s recent actions. There may not be any suspicion, but various speculations are always possible. Is this offer a true exchange condition, or is it a bait, or a trap? The mage dared not risk it now, and between agreeing and refusing, even if there was a correct choice, it was not the best choice.
"Mage, in the Underdark, you are actually the first male I admire." Batana took another step closer, and a faint fragrance emanated from her, entering the mage’s nostrils. This was not a fragrance from the Underdark; its aroma was more akin to surface plants. Lynch felt an affinity for this scent, his nose twitching as he took a few strong sniffs.
Batana waited to see the mage fall into a trance-like state; she was very confident in her skills in concocting divine magic potions. This expensive surface perfu, purchased from rchants, would surely make this surface mage lower his guard. And with the scent, the spells she mixed into the potion would cause any male who slled the perfu to fall into a phantasmagoric state, as if in a dream, losing all resistance to magic. At that ti, the matron could use "mory Manipulation" or "Spiritual Imprint" spells to completely and permanently dominate the entranced person.
Lynch sneezed lightly, smiled, and seed entirely unfazed.
He was soone who could no longer dream, not even Ice Moon Grass could induce hallucinations in him, and neither could this spell.
Batana was very surprised; from this mont on, her certainty in winning a contest against the mage began to waver. This mage’s power was definitely not as it appeared on the surface. He had too many secrets, and perhaps there were other secrets yet to be unveiled.
"Mage, you surprise , but have you ever heard the saying: Power is the spoils and monopoly of the strong. I naturally have the power to conduct what you deem unreasonable trades. Because this exchange is entirely my will; because this exchange reflects my power; and moreover, because I want to do it, so I can do it!"
"Well said, honorable matron, that is your power," Lynch said. "But I can also refuse. If a reason must be found, ti will slowly pass in this debate. And I think, matron, you wouldn’t have so much leisure ti to chat with , would you?"
"Indeed, you are right again, mage." Batana turned back to the place where she began her ditation, and after a mont of silence, she said, "Alright, you have my permission to go to the Black Crystal Tower. I will send soone to notify them, but I still want you to do one thing." The matron smiled, her lips gently curving upwards. Just from her current expression, no one would believe that this was an old Dark Elf who had lived for hundreds of years; she looked as if she was just slightly older than Zarra. "You know the family has a Teleportation Gate, which is a very useful Magic Array. However, at least since yesterday, it hasn’t been working. I’ve checked the divine arts part on it, and there isn’t a single error. Your task is to check the other half and repair it!"
"At your command, honorable matron." When it ca to things related to spells, Lynch saw no need to decline further. This was the nature of him as a mage. Moreover, whether teleportation could be used again was greatly related to how he chose to leave.
The large door of the eting room closed behind Lynch again, leaving only the mage in the dark hallway of the castle. He gently exhaled a breath, took one last look at the scene behind him, and his eye of perspective told him that Matron Batana had returned to her ditative work. So the mage, leaning on his Powerful Wand, left a series of "thud-thud" sounds as he departed from the family residence.
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