Brian's eyes slowly retracted from the trembling Slades toad, and turned to focus on the Zoer Mage beside him - a thin figure with mysterious power.

His eyes were full of exploration and vigilance, as if he wanted to see through the deep black robe to see the secret hidden in it.

Although this Zoer's figure seemed slender and fragile, the magic fluctuations all over his body and the unfathomable red eyes as deep as the abyss all show his extraordinary identity and power.

His combination with Sladess was particularly eye-catching, and the role of the dominant player obviously fell on the mage. Sladessss was more like a pawn in his hand, or more accurately, his magic pet or minion.

The Slade Toad, a creature famous for its terror and destruction, has its existence itself a deterrent.

Being able to make such a creature willing to become his own vassal not only requires the powerful strength of the Zoer Mage to shock everything, but also means that his camp, his purpose and even his ideas are undoubtedly full of complexity and contradictions that are unfathomable.

Brian thought in his heart that the appearance of this person in front of him was by no means accidental. The goal he pursued must be far beyond the scope of ordinary people's understanding, and may even involve the complex power struggles and racial secrets of the Drow Elves City.

So, Brian decided to break the silence and asked the mysterious Drown master the question that pointed to the core: "Who are you and what is your purpose?"

This sentence echoed in the empty archives room like a sharp sword light that cut through the darkness, piercing straight into the unknown truth.

"No need to panic, adventurer, I am not hostile, I am Vyzlan." The wizard Dowl smiled and stated himself in a cautious and friendly tone, while introducing his companion, "This is Cliff, and it is a blessing that we meet here in such a special way at this special moment. Dear adventurer, how should we call you?"

"Brian, a mage from the surface." Brian briefly revealed his identity. Although the mage Drow in front of him was filled with a friendly atmosphere, he could not ignore the faint indifference hidden in the other party's deep red pupils that made him feel uncomfortable.

He sensed that Mage Dower seemed to be cautious in avoiding any behavior that could escalate the tension, out of concern for the possibility of conflict, and this subtle sense of tension was quietly spreading in the air.

Something interesting.

"It turned out to be Mr. Brian."

Under the dim light, Wizlan's deep eyes flashed slightly, staring at Brian.

He smiled unawarely and nodded slightly. There was a complex emotion in his expression, as if he had expected to meet Brian here today, and it seemed that the intersection between the two was only at the first glance at this moment.

When he spoke again, he asked with a hint of caution in his tone, half confirming and half exploring:

"As I expected, you came to explore the truth behind it because you felt the unusual movements that could not be ignored in the dark area recently, right?"

However, Brian did not respond to Wizlan's question positively, and a meaningful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth and asked the other party: "Yes or no, is it really necessary for me to reveal it to you?"

His voice was low and magnetic, echoing in the open hall, causing invisible ripples. "Your Excellency claims that you have no malice, but I cannot ignore your identity as a Drow Elves, which itself is enough to cause many speculations. If you cannot give a reasonable explanation, or be the first to clarify your purpose, then I think we may have lost the basis and necessity of further conversation."

"I'm really sorry for ignoring this."

Faced with Brian's pressing step by step, Wizlan not only did not get angry, but instead cast an apology look at him, then straightened his body and began to introduce himself in a solemn and formal manner:

“As Your Excellency pointed out, my identity may indeed be a barrier to a pleasant conversation between us, because I am the current Chief Mage of the City of Guorens.”

The current chief wizard of Guorens City?

When Vizlan revealed his identity, Brian's eyes were filled with doubts and scrutiny.

If his memory was correct, the position of Chief Master Gu Orens should have belonged to Hedjof, who was Santira's nominal father.

Let's fool the ghost.

There was a hint of undetectable bitterness and perseverance in Vizlan's deep eyes, and it was obvious that he had captured the hesitation in Brian's eyes.

He cleared his throat and let out a slightly dry cough, trying to hide his embarrassment, and then said frankly in a tone that carries the vicissitudes of time:

"Yes, you heard it right. I used to be the chief wizard of the ancient Orence City. The era surrounded by glory and power has gone far away, but that memory is deeply engraved in my heart like a mark."

In the following words, Vizlan's eyes turned into the distance, as if tracing the long and difficult years, "In these hundreds of years of displacement, I was ruthlessly expelled from the ancient city of Orence, which I once loved and gave everything for. However, this did not weaken my persistence in freedom, but instead made me more determined to devote myself to the endless tyranny of Rose, the queen of the Spider God, and her insidious and cunning priest groups throughout the dark areas."

His tone became heavier, revealing an indescribable tenacity and determination. "So, I have an extremely strong premonition and insight into the turmoil and uneasiness that have appeared in the dark areas recently - behind all this, there must be the shadow of the ancient Orence City mages. Their actions may be quietly changing the pattern of the world, and I will reveal the truth behind this series of events."

Brian, the time traveler, had known about Vizlan's speculation for a long time.

"Then how much do you know about this?" He thought about it slightly, and then asked in a pretended ignorant way.

"After I noticed the turmoil in the dark area, I stayed in the archives room of the Memorial Valley to find the answers." Weizlan replied with all his words, "Hard work pays off. I have indeed learned a lot about the arrival of demons, so if you come for this incident, I can help you."

"Help me? Why should I trust you?" Brian looked directly at Vezra's phantom. The Slade Toad Cliff next to him seemed to notice his bad gaze and let out a fierce and vicious roar.
Chapter completed!