The adventurer at the bottom is fantasizing again.

The "Rainbow Ring" was a protective item given to Eileen by her father.

As a magical ring engraved with rainbow rays, it is extremely expensive, fetching a sky-high price of around 500 gold coins at auction houses in major cities, which is almost equivalent to the average annual income of a viscount.

You get what you pay for. It not only allows for instantaneous spellcasting, which is difficult for conventional spells to achieve, but also inflicts shock and blindness on the target.

In desperation, Eileen did the only thing she could do, but as a cave-dwelling monster, the rock salamander does not rely on sight to move.

The dazzling light struck the juvenile, but only briefly interrupted its movements, leaving it stunned for a moment.

The next second, its body sensed the slight tremor on the ground receding into the distance.

At this moment, Eileen was running towards the crowd with long strides. The extremely dangerous situation made her heart race, and cold sweat kept seeping from her forehead, wetting the hair on both sides of her face.

The slippery, rounded pebbles made her stumble, and before she had run far, she heard something crawling on the ground behind her.

She turned her head to look behind her and saw a gaping mouth rushing towards her, so close that she could even see the visceral grease clinging to its teeth.

It's over...

When the time actually came, she no longer felt any fear, as if she had detached herself from the events before her.

"don't want!"

Anya looked at the monster that was pouncing on her friend, her face filled with despair.

Just then, a figure emerged from Renn's shadow, took two quick steps forward, and suddenly crackling lightning appeared at his fingertips.

Lorraine's Lightning Pull!

He originally wanted to teleport directly into Anya's shadow, but perhaps because the distance was too far, Shadowstep was unable to select her, so he had to settle for second best and chose the slightly closer Raine.

Chains of lightning streaked across the night sky at incredible speed, and currents wrapped around Eileen's waist like vines, pulling her towards Lorraine at almost the same speed as the juvenile's forward lunge.

But that's not enough.

After the two come into contact, the lightning will also cause her to suffer from an overflowing electric current. Judging from Eileen's thin body, she probably couldn't withstand even a single shock.

Fortunately, Lorraine still had a magical trinket, the Oath of Remains obtained from killing the kobold-scaled sorcerer, which could create a force field shield.

The activation phrase for the necklace flashed through Lorraine's mind, and almost instinctively, he shouted:

I want to be with you forever!

The two collided in mid-air, and violent electricity exploded on Eileen's body, but was blocked by an invisible shield and scattered in all directions.

Eileen tumbled halfway through the air, and out of the corner of her eye, she could still see the juvenile's open mouth closing where she had just been standing.

Then, she heard that voice coming from beside her ear, warm breath brushing against her cold earlobe, and her mind went completely blank.

Is this a spell? No... how could there be such a spell? This must be the activation phrase for some kind of magical equipment.

...But what the hell is this activation word?

Lorraine rolled her twice on the ground, the stones hitting her back and causing a sharp pain, but she couldn't feel it anymore.

Eileen felt her face burning, and her heart was beating even faster than when she was running for her life.

"You..." She bit her lip.

"Pip, go help them!"

After rolling around twice, Lorraine released the red-haired mage from her arms, turned around decisively, and got up.

"Here I come!"

Piper had already entered berserk mode when Lorraine used Shadowstep. He was extremely excited after drinking a large barrel of beer and charged out with his warhammer in his hand.

He slammed the hammer down on the adult's calf, and scorching flames burst forth from the hammerhead. The battered forelimb finally gave way and cracked with a sharp sound.

The adult rock-dwelling salamander let out a sharp cry, then collapsed to the ground, unable to get up for a moment.

But it did not give up and wait to die. Its body kept rolling around wildly, making it difficult for the two people who were surrounding it to make a move.

Lorraine seized the opportunity to fasten the Dragon Scale Shield to his hand, then drew the Rusty Throat from his waist and charged directly at the larva.

The two people in the distance were still locked in combat with the adult. Without the mage's help, they were lucky if they could hold on for a while. He dared not let the juvenile go any further.

He knew he was no match for the adult rock-dwelling salamander, but Lorraine was quite confident in dealing with a small one.

"Come on, you beast!"

He slammed his shield down on the baby's face, knocking it to the side, while his longsword danced up and down, executing a series of fluid slashes.

The sword flashed, and Lorraine felt that his skills were exceptionally good today, and his combo was almost at a proficient speed.

It seems it won't be long before he becomes a "formal" professional... he thought to himself.

Not far away.

Eileen lay on her back on the rubble, gazing at the gray night sky, her chest still heaving violently.

She turned her head to look at Lorraine's back as she struggled with the infant, her fingers unconsciously gripping her mage's robe.

"......idiot."

She didn't stay on the ground any longer. She pushed herself up with her hands and sat up forcefully. Then she roughly tucked the hair that was blocking her vision behind her ears and bent down to pick up the staff that had fallen to the ground.

With the staff in her hand, she finally regained a sense of security.

"Are you alright? Are you hurt anywhere?"

Anya had already run over. She first cast a healing spell, and the warm light dispelled the pain all over her body. Then she used her hands to feel around her body and check for injuries.

"I'm fine, go help them."

Anya followed her gaze and then froze.

Lorraine had just flashed to the side of the juvenile rock salamander, his shield firmly planted against its limbs, while his longsword, Rusty Throat, pierced deep into its body from beneath the shield.

"Wow--"

The juvenile let out a painful scream, then turned its head to bite, but Lorraine had already circled behind it and smoothly stabbed its hind leg joint again.

Eileen's expression quickly shifted from anxiety to disbelief. She asked, puzzled, "His...his swordsmanship? Didn't he say he was a sorcerer?"

"...Perhaps his main class is warrior?"

Anya watched Lorraine's figure moving around the larva. Although he seemed quite unfamiliar with using that shield, he was able to rely on it to barely block attacks and find the right moment to counterattack.

Each counterattack landed precisely on the same wound, widening and deepening it, making the young creature's movements increasingly sluggish and powerless.

She recalled what Lorraine had said in the government hall: "If you're close enough, a spellcaster can be killed with a single sword strike."

At the time, I thought it was just good luck, but now it seems that with his swordsmanship, it was indeed not difficult for him to do so.