Faerun: The arcane mage is still too imprisoned.

A pale blue, semi-transparent panel appeared out of thin air in my mind, with lines of text clearly visible.

Name: Lance

[Race: Half-elf]

[Faction: Chaotic Good]

【Occupation: Arcanist】

[Level: 1]

Experience points: 50/1000

[Arc: 5/5]

[HP: 12/12]

--property--

【Strength: 13】

[Agility: 14]

[Physical Fitness: 14]

【Intelligence: 18】

【Perception: 16】

【Charm: 18】

——Specialty——

[Copying Scroll: Copy learned spells into a spellbook or create a spell scroll.]

[Spellcasting Material Reduction: Eliminates the need for spellcasting materials from level 0 to 3.]

—Spell—

[Zero-ring spells: Magic Trick, Fire Arrow, Shocking Shock, Preemptive Strike]

[First-level spells: Magic Missile, Mage Armor]

The rare Arcane Mage class he drew in a gacha game actually traveled with him to this world!

Thirteen points of strength... that's a bit low, only about three times the strength of an average person. I estimate that one punch would only be enough to kill an ordinary cow.

No problem, the five arcs represent five first-level spells, which is more than enough to deal with these guys.

In that case, the plan can be revised; we don't need to be so cautious and conservative.

[Mage Armor!]

The Mage Armor provides eight hours of protection to willing creatures, equivalent to the defense of regular plate armor, and it's all-around and without any blind spots.

Lance cast a shield around himself, gripped his scimitar tightly, and tiptoed out of the cell.

Leaning forward against the stone wall, he saw the spear-wielding man in the cell across the way, his hand reaching towards the half-elf girl's face.

[Target: Level 0 Human!]

[Target: Level 0 Half-Elf!]

The half-elf was bound and unable to escape, but the seemingly weak woman suddenly turned her head and bit the man's wrist hard, her teeth digging into his flesh, refusing to let go.

"Damn it! You slut!" the man roared in pain, raising his hand to smash the spear shaft against her head.

Lance chanted a spell in a low voice, sparks dancing at his fingertips.

[Fire Arrow!]

The flaming arrow slammed into the back of his head with a muffled thud, instantly filling the air with the smell of burning. The man's body jolted violently, the words caught in his throat, and he fell straight forward.

The flaming arrow had ten points of super damage. The level 0 mortal only had three or four points of health, which was not enough to withstand it. He didn't even have time to let out a wail before he fell silent.

[Killed 1 level 0 human! Gained 20 experience points!]

[Current Experience: 70/1000]

Lance strode forward, kicked aside the man's corpse, and his gaze fell on the half-elf girl.

She was arrested after him; he had never seen her before.

She looked to be about sixteen or seventeen years old, with long, dull, silvery-gray hair that clung messily to her pale cheeks, and her pointed ears drooping limply.

Her eyes were half-open, a beautiful violet color, brimming with tears and lingering fear, and her body trembled slightly.

Even in such a disheveled state, her delicate facial features were still discernible, though now they were shrouded in panic and fear.

At this moment, a golden exclamation mark was above her head.

Lance clicked with his mind, and a pale blue light screen appeared.

[Mission Objective: Rescue the half-elf girl from the human trafficking hideout]

[Quest Reward: First-level spell - Beginner Dimensional Pocket]

"They are really cute; I'd like to get one."

Lance maintained a cold expression as he bent down and untied the ropes binding her.

The red marks left by the hemp rope were embedded in her fair wrists, a shocking sight.

"Do you want to die or live?" Lance asked calmly.

"I want to live," the girl said cautiously.

Do you have family?

"It's long gone...it's all gone." The girl's eyes dimmed.

"I was born in a small village further north. My parents died in a monster attack when I was very young, and I've lived alone ever since..."

"Since that's the case, I've saved you. From now on, you're mine. Any questions?" Lance said bluntly, extending his hand in front of her.

The girl looked at the hand extended in front of her, with its long, slender fingers. She timidly raised her eyes and saw for the first time the face of her savior.

He was a young half-elf who looked even younger than her, but his face possessed a beauty beyond his years and an indescribable indifference.

Her long, silvery-white hair was slightly disheveled, and her sky-blue eyes were like deep springs.

But at this moment, the few drops of blood splattered on his cheeks and neck added a touch of danger to him.

The "18-point charm" rating is still too authoritative!

Her heart skipped a beat for no reason, and she hurriedly lowered her head, a faint blush rising on her pale face. Trembling, she placed her cold, slender hand into his palm.

Lance pulled her up with a little force, his hands feeling something cold and slippery. He could feel her struggling to control her trembling.

"No...no," Cielsa said weakly.

"What's your name?"

"Cecilia, Cecilia, has no surname..." The girl's voice was barely audible, as if she were burying her head in her chest.

"My name is Lance, Lance Charlotte." He introduced himself, released his grip, and handed her the scimitar. "Take this, for self-defense... though it's unlikely you'll ever need it."

Lance hadn't noticed before, but after Cielsa stood up, he realized how well she had developed. She was hopping around like an elf or half-elf. Most elves would be flat-chested, right?

Lance picked up the spear from the ground and continued his mission.

Following behind him, Cielsa's little head was filled with a great deal of confusion—

When Lord Lance saved him, he used a fire arrow on that despicable villain.

The spellcasting time is no more than half a second, which is something only a formally qualified mage can do.

But why would a legitimate monk be captured by human traffickers?

Even a mage apprentice who can only cast a few spells should be able to easily deal with these guys!

I can't figure it out, I'm not going to think about it anymore.

She would stop thinking about things she couldn't understand; that's always been her approach.

Anyway, Lord Lance is a mage, so it's not strange for mages to do anything. It's normal for mages to act abnormally all the time.

Lance crept forward along the stone wall, the corridor filled with the stench of sweat and cheap beer, along with the faint sounds of laughter.

After turning the second corner, you'll see three guards sitting around a stone table, drinking and cursing, completely unaware of what had just happened.

Blue light suddenly gathered at Lance's fingertips.

The three guards were completely unprepared, making it the perfect opportunity.

[Magic Missile!]

With a thought, Lance launched three pale blue energy projectiles at the back of the heads of the three guards.

Muffled groans rang out one after another. The three of them didn't even have a chance to turn around before they all collapsed onto the stone ground. They twitched twice and then stopped breathing. The wine bowl shattered on the stone ground, and the turbid wine mixed with red and white wine spilled all over the ground.

[Killed 3 level 0 humans! Gained 65 experience points!]

[Current experience: 135/1000]

Lance continued forward, pointing to the stone door at the end of the corridor, and whispered, "That should be where the leader is."

Cielsa gripped her scimitar tightly and whispered, "Then...then what do we..."

"Stay here and don't move, I'll go check on things."

Lance crept over quietly.

You could hear the sounds of drinking games and vulgar laughter coming from inside; clearly, Scarface was having fun with his men.

The noise from their revelry was so loud that they were completely oblivious to what had just happened, unaware that five of their men had died and two captured half-elves had escaped.

Fortunately, they didn't know, otherwise they would have left the prime material plane a few minutes earlier.

Lance peeked through the crack in the door and saw Scarface and his men gathered together, a perfect spot to use that spell.