Faerun: The arcane mage is still too imprisoned.

[Consuming 100 experience points, you have learned a first-level spell – Greasy Spell!]

[Consuming 30 experience points, you have learned the level 0 spell - Mana Burst!]

Current experience: 5/1000

Arcane mages cannot have multiple jobs, but they have a complete spell list for all classes and can learn any spell from it by consuming experience points.

Lance took a deep breath and suddenly pushed open the stone door.

Inside was a spacious stone hall, around which sat seven or eight burly men, each with a knife and sword at their side and a face full of fierce features.

The man in the main seat was the one with a face full of scars—he was burly and had a huge axe beside him, the blade of which was stained with dark red blood; it was Scarface.

[Target: Level 1 Human]

[Target: Level 0 Human] x7

"Who the hell is so blind?! Why aren't you watching where you're going..."

Scarface slammed his fist on the table and stood up abruptly, cursing. His expression changed instantly when he saw Lance.

"wrong!"

"How did you escape? Where are my men?!"

Scarface picked up the giant axe from the ground, and his men also grabbed their weapons, looking menacing as they tried to surround him.

Lance didn't waste any words, releasing the spell he had prepared beforehand. A pale yellow arcane light emanated from his fingertips as he lightly tapped the ground.

[The art of greasiness!]

The slick grease, stretching for twenty meters on each side, instantly covered the stone hall floor. The thugs who had just gotten up slipped and fell one after another.

Some crashed into the stone table, while others piled on top of each other, their screams and curses mingling together.

Scarface reacted quickly and was a professional; he managed to steady himself but dared not take a step easily, his facial muscles contorted in pain.

"Sir! Let's talk this out!" Scarface hurriedly waved his hands, his voice trembling, signaling his men not to act rashly. "We surrender! We'll give you all our money, please spare our lives!"

He knew perfectly well that only a formal mage could use the "Greasy" spell. How could this rabble possibly be a match for a formal mage?

I just don't know how Lance suddenly became a full-fledged mage.

The gang members lay sprawled on the greasy ground, exchanging bewildered glances, hesitantly tossing all their money to Lance, the clanging of metal echoing through the air.

Lance walked slowly into the stone hall and stopped three meters away from the edge of the greasy magic, his pale blue eyes showing no ripples.

Cielsa followed beside him, her sharp gaze sweeping over each gang member.

"Hmm..." Lance said with a pleased expression, "You guys are very sensible, I'm very satisfied."

"Now, put down your weapons, lie down on the ground, and I will spare your lives."

"This..." Scarface hesitated.

"Put down your weapons or I'll use them!"

"Yes, yes, we'll put down our weapons," Scarface hurriedly said, then turned and roared at his men, "Put down your weapons now!"

On the continent of Faerûn, there are over thirteen intelligent beings and over five legendary mages, who together form the Mage Alliance, which dominates the entire Material Plane and has amassed power for thousands of years.

The myth of the invincible mage has long been ingrained in people's minds, and they know very well that if they resist, they will only face death.

Scarface, being a professional, understood the power of mages far better than his ordinary subordinates.

Unless he levels up four times in one go and becomes an elite professional, he's just a toy for mages and can't do anything to them.

If we listen to Lance, we might still have a chance to survive.

"Most mages are either lawful neutral or lawful evil, but regardless, they're ultimately lawful alignments. Surely they wouldn't go back on their word?"

Clearly, Scarface still harbored unrealistic fantasies.

"Taking your money doesn't mean I'm going to let you off the hook."

Lance's voice wasn't loud, but it carried clearly to everyone's ears: "You all dared to lay a hand on me, and you're actually stupid enough to think I'd let you off?"

He casually picked up a money bag from the table and weighed it in his hand; the heavy gold coins clinked together with a crisp, pleasant sound.

"Besides, even if I kill you, the money is still mine... How dare you use my money to ask me to let you go?"

Scarface's face turned pale, and his lips trembled as he tried to say something, but he was interrupted by Lance's cold gaze.

"You have already chosen your path to death!"

As Lance finished speaking, orange-red flames instantly ignited at his fingertips.

[Fire Arrow!]

As the incantation was chanted, a thin but scorching line of fire shot towards the grease on the ground. The moment it made contact, flames shot up and spread rapidly along the grease, turning the entire stone hall into a sea of ​​fire in an instant.

Scarface watched Lance cast his spell, a panic gripping him. He roared at his men, "Pick up the sword! Pick up the sword! Fight him!"

But those gang members were stuck in the grease and couldn't even crawl out, let alone resist. They could only struggle in vain, their faces full of despair.

"ah--"

The scarred face wants to be rinsed again.

[Magic Blast!]

A ghastly green light pierced through Scarface's skull.

Seeing their leader killed, the thugs struggling in the fire felt even more desperate.

Flames licked at the gang members' robes, the smell of burning mingling with screams, creating a piercing and mournful sound.

Some gang members tried to climb towards the door, but after slipping a few times, they were caught up by the flames and their bodies were engulfed in flames. They rolled on the ground and howled in pain. Others were pinned down by their companions and could only watch helplessly as the flames approached, their eyes filled with fear.

"Lord Lance..." Cielsa had quietly slipped over at some point and peered inside with wide eyes.

"From now on, if I tell you to stay put, you stay put, understand?" Lance pulled Cielsa back to the outside of the stone door to avoid being caught in the flames.

The firelight reflected in his sky-blue eyes, flickering on and off.

"Oh..." Cielsa looked at the sea of ​​fire in front of her and listened to the screams that rose and fell from within. She felt no discomfort at all. On the contrary, she felt that the hatred in her heart had been swept away.

It's a real shame I didn't even have a chance to help; I could only watch helplessly from the sidelines.

She turned to look at Lance, the firelight outlining his exquisite profile, his long silver hair swaying gently in the heat, intensifying the flutter in her heart, and she couldn't help but tighten her grip on the scimitar in her hand.

I'm afraid I've been bewitched by him.

The flames gradually subsided, and the screams in the stone hall slowly died down, leaving only the crackling of burning and the strong smell of burning.

Lance raised his hand to wipe away the sparks that had splashed onto his face, and a notification popped up on the panel at the right moment:

[Killed 1 Level 1 Human Warrior (Scarface)! Gained 100 Experience Points!]

[Killed 7 level 0 humans! Gained 150 experience points!]

Current experience: 255/1000

A hint of a smile flashed in his eyes as he turned to look at Sissa: "It's resolved, let's go."

He took the money he found and turned to leave.

Sissa nodded and quickly followed.

[Magical Trick!] x2

Lance cleaned himself and Cielsa of the filth, becoming clean and refreshed again.

The sunlight outside was blinding. The two walked side by side on the forest path, their figures gradually disappearing into the distance, leaving only the stronghold behind them, which had turned into a sea of ​​fire and was completely reduced to ashes on the land of Faerûn.