"Smack."

The mage snapped his fingers, and the rising flames lit up the entire underworld.

This is the underground world at the top of the mountains, and the labyrinth of intricate drainage pipes has become the best seedbed for evil, and many people have not been able to access or even imagine the evil moments in this dark world—the trade of flesh, the trade of slaves, the cannibalism of the two children...... In this hell on earth, where the sun does not shine, people live as lowly as dogs, without any dignity or hope, like the walking dead.

The mage is no stranger to this place, to what is happening here.

Because she used to be a resident of this place - after the death of her parents, young Monia could only escape into the shadows, struggling to survive on the dark side of the world, and as she grew older, her experience gradually matured, and the memories of her past life came to an end, she had gone from the initial panic to win over her cronies, cultivate her own wings, form her own forces, and form her own forces in the dark hell on earth, breaking out of a small world.

- A little mouse in the sewers.

This is her former title, relying on the phase space displacement ability that comes with the Ring of Deception, in the dangerous underground world, there is no danger to survive one crisis after another, not only to make those outlaws who lick blood itch but also helpless against her, even many nobles have suffered under her hands, whether overt or covert, before encountering Kohler, the force she created has been qualified to participate in the dark council of the Eagle City, and won a seat in the council.

Of course, it's just the last seat.

But don't underestimate this seat because of this, it means that a force really comes to the stage, will not be easily surrounded and suppressed by the army, and obtains a semi-legal status, qualified to participate in the decision-making of the dark forces in the entire city, and has the power of life and death of at least thousands of people.

Although it sounds like a pretty respectable status, and the name is quite imposing, in fact, that's all. In the final analysis, the so-called Dark Council is still a petty fight among the lower classes, and there is no essential difference from ordinary guilds, but there is a difference in the subject - none of them are serious people, all of them are heinous criminals, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is the source of the evil of the entire city.

It's just that this source is necessary, there is light and shadow, and many dirty jobs that are inconvenient for the aristocracy or those who claim to be decent are all contracted by the parliament - not only that, but the dark organizations of a little scale often also act as the eyes and ears of those in the upper echelons, no matter how big or small, like a tide of intelligence and information are gathered and transferred here.

That's what the mage values.

Where there is demand, there is supply, and every city has a soil for the breeding of evil, and perhaps the external names and organizational forms are different in each place, but their inner essence must be the same, and they will inevitably build an intelligence network that is as ubiquitous as the night, forming a collection of some kind of evil order.

By the way, not all evil forces choose a dark and damp environment like the sewers as their lair. In fact, even on the contrary, in places like the sewers, which are dirty, messy and poor, there are often only low-level dark organizations, such as the [Sewer Thieves] founded by Monia - after all, it is a thief organization, which is at the bottom of the pyramid power system of the Dark Council.

Therefore, the purpose of the mage's trip is not to find the whereabouts of Her Royal Highness the princess who disappeared inexplicably, but to ...... Gain information - she doesn't know anything about the top of the mountains after all, and the people who know are here.

The corners of Monia's mouth slightly outlined an arc, and she didn't set off to chase after those who were abruptly exposed to the light brought by the flames, but just snorted lightly, raised her hand leisurely, her five fingers were fluffed, and a pair of big hands about two people tall were shaped at her side.

Mage's Hand.

The mage hasn't used this spell for a while, and it's practical, but this spell is just a trick in the end, and it's difficult to play a particularly significant role in the process of fighting with a high-level professional, but I didn't expect it to be used again in a scene like today.

Emotion to emotion, for Monia, who has mastered the double spell casting technique, it is not difficult to multitask, even if she is a little out of state, but the big hands shaped by the ether have grabbed the two selected unlucky eggs left and right, and threw them in front of her like garbage.

"You ......"

The mage's casual voice stopped abruptly, interrupting her with two deadly blades - the two of them were worthy of being outlaws who could struggle to survive in the dark world, and almost at the same time as they landed, they burst out from the ground, and the short sword with poison coated on the waist "Gong" came out of the sheath, and the silver-white blade reflected the raging flames, tacitly attacking the vital points of the human body from completely different directions.

No one can parry two deadly blades at the same time—the thought of the outlaws licking the blood at the head of the knife swept through the hearts of the outlaws, and the belief of victory that would turn the tide of victory and defeat built in their chests.

On the other side, the mage, who had wrapped himself tightly in his cloak, seemed to be unaware of the sudden attack, motionless like a clay saint - shattered at the touch of a touch.

Will win!

The two murderers who witnessed this scene were even more energetic, their fighting spirit became more and more surging, and the killing intent became more and more awe-inspiring - if a person is killed, he will die - as long as he can kill him, he doesn't care what kind of way this small and terrible guy in front of him has come from, because here...... Corpses have no value!

However, time seemed to stand still at this moment, the two of them struggled to maintain the offensive posture just now, perhaps because of the high temperature, beads of sweat slowly poured out from the forehead, cheeks and all parts of the body, the original high fighting spirit has been extinguished by the cruel reality, the belief in victory has been completely crushed, the faces are distorted, and despair eats away at their already torn hearts and wills little by little.

"Ah......h

The two of them roared loudly with all their might, and the muscles of their bodies tensed and bruised, but once again the effort ended in failure—the poisoned, deadly blade remained within a palm's throw of the cloak, as if it had hit a solid steel barrier, and no amount of effort could be made.

It's really evil......

The outlaws were in despair at the thought of ...... sorcerer.

Wait a minute...... Sorcerer! In retrospect, that short guy really didn't look like a normal human, and the methods he used in battle were unbelievable, so it seemed that he could really be a wizard.

Thanks to the propaganda of the church, the image of the mage among the people has always been extremely bad, and the evil and cruel image of the sorcerer is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, although in fact no school of alchemy will use the baby's heart as alchemy material, in the second era of church rule, the suppressed and hasty mages have never had the opportunity to be the evil party, but notoriety is notoriety, and it cannot be taken off or washed away.

The two outlaws, realizing what a murderous person they had offended, finally gave up their resistance, and the short blades in their hands "clanged" to the ground, and their knees knelt down as if they could not bear the weight of their bodies, and their heads slammed into the ground, and their throats erupted with cries for mercy.

The speed of the transformation almost stunned Monia.

- I've never seen anyone so brazen.

Such a thought only passed slightly in her heart, and the mage was not angry about such a trivial matter, she only raised her eyebrows slightly, and asked in a hoarse voice that could not distinguish the gender and age, "Who is the person in charge of your here?" ”

"It's a water rat—Lord Water Rat."

As if they had seen the first rays of the morning light in the eternal night, the two of them immediately offered their hands what they knew.

"Water rats?" Monia repeated, this nickname made her feel a slight sense of nostalgia - just for this nickname, she decided to spare the life of the guy she had never met, anyway, there has never been a good person who can be in a high position in the dark world, and the vacant seat will be filled sooner or later, "Take me to meet him." ”

"-Good, good!"

The two of them nodded their heads, looking like cattle and horses, and they couldn't see the appearance of outlaws.

In fact, only such people can survive in the dark world, because morality and law are stripped of here, and only naked violence and conspiracy are left to maintain order - only by obeying the strong can we gain the right to live - even if this survival is at the expense of dignity, even if this survival is like a faint candle in a long night, which may be extinguished at any time under the howling of the evening wind.

But—

To live is to live, and it is at least better to live with nothing than to die with nothing.

Monia knew all too well how cruel and gloomy the world beyond the sun was, and if it weren't for the Ring of Deception, a cheating prop, she wouldn't know how many times she would have fed mermaids in the sewers, even with the experience of her previous life as a foundation - of course, it was more likely that she would have been confined to some big man, completely reduced to a plaything.

Of course, she hated the world.

Therefore, when she arrived at her destination, she snapped her fingers without hesitation - the originally docile flames instantly went berserk, completely devouring the two who had no time to react, and in an instant, only ashes remained.

The mage didn't even glance at the ashes on the ground, and walked straight to the gathering place in front of her—hoping that the "water rat" would provide the information she needed, and that the fate of the two would be a good shock to him, lest he have some superfluous plans, otherwise she wouldn't mind giving the other party a good time.

After all...... There are no good people here.