Faerun: The arcane mage is still too imprisoned.

Lance was standing in the shadows of the alley opposite the workshop.

A night breeze blew by, carrying the faint sounds of noise from a distant workshop.

He couldn't hear exactly what they were saying, but the chattering voices inside suggested there were quite a few people.

Lance took a deep breath and began casting a spell.

[Apply oil to the soles of your feet!]

[Silence the mist!]

He increased his speed, minimizing the sound of his footsteps. Like a silent shadow, he traversed the street and circled around to the side of a building.

The backyard door was locked, but the lock was so rusty and looked like it was about to fall off; it was unclear who it was meant to keep out.

[A magical trick!]

Lance secretly cast a spell, and the lock opened with a click.

Pushing open the door, you'll find a small courtyard filled with discarded leather and wooden barrels.

The back door of the building is directly in front of you.

There wasn't even a single guard.

Lance was somewhat surprised and crept along the wall to the back door.

The door was ajar, with a thin chain connecting the doorknob to the inside of the wall.

Lance left a crack in the door and peeked inside.

Inside is a large hall, which used to be a workshop for processing leather, but has now been converted into a gathering place.

A dozen or so people were sitting around a long table, drinking and playing drinking games.

The table was littered with cups and plates, and empty wine bottles were scattered all over the floor.

Lance didn't rush in. He counted the number of people first—twelve.

[Target: Level 0 Human] ×12

Scarface said the Blood Wolf Gang had a total of twenty-three members, including the three of them and the twelve on the first floor.

Of the remaining eight, at least some should be on the second floor, and the gang leader should also be on the second floor. If some aren't here...

Then we'll have to keep one alive and torture him to extract a confession, and then use [Charm Human] to find out where he is as soon as possible to prevent the news from getting out and the person from escaping.

He stepped back a few paces, raised his hands, and began to prepare his spell.

[Mage Armor!]

[Aard Sign!]

"Bang!!!"

A loud bang.

The dilapidated wooden door was instantly blasted to pieces, with wood chips flying everywhere.

"Hey ho ho, you little trash, your strictest father has come to uphold justice!"

A figure appeared before the Blood Wolf Gang members.

The hall erupted in chaos.

"Who?!"

"Someone has broken in!"

"Hurry up and grab your weapons!"

"Who goes there!"

[The Art of Being Greasy!]

The greasy grease from the Oily Technique had covered the hall floor, and the twelve Blood Wolf Gang members stumbled and fell, some trying to escape, others trying to charge at Lance.

But the ground was too slippery, and the group of people couldn't even stand up.

Lance spread his arms and nimbly glided over.

[Blade erupts!]

The force field unleashed by the blade swept across. The chests of the six closest people burst open, blood spurting out.

For some reason, Lance somewhat liked this style of combat—of course, only when dealing with level 0 mortals.

As soon as the scream began, a series of ghastly green lights flashed from Lance's fingertips.

[Magic Blast!][Magic Blast!][Magic Blast!]

The magical energy blast accurately hit three people who were trying to climb towards the weapon.

Their bodies suddenly stiffened, and they collapsed to the ground.

The remaining three people panicked completely. Some scrambled up the stairs on all fours, while others crawled under the table.

"The sorcerer! He's the sorcerer! He must have killed Scarface and the others!" a man shouted in terror.

Lance certainly wouldn't give them a chance to escape.

[Flame Arrow!]

The flaming arrow flew out of his hand, ignited the overturned wine jar on the table, and then passed through it to fall to the ground.

Flames shot up with a "boom" and spread rapidly.

"Aaaaaah!!!"

The two people who were licked by the flames screamed and rolled around, knocking over the oil lamp next to them. The fire intensified and their screams became louder.

Heavy footsteps echoed down the stairs.

Scarface rushed downstairs, carrying the machete in his hand.

Seeing the carnage in the hall, his eyes instantly turned bloodshot: "Damn it! Come on over here! Fight me!"

Seven more people rushed down from behind him; they were the same people who hadn't come down from the second floor earlier, so it seemed that no one had been left behind.

"Damn it!" Scarface cursed, then flipped over the second-floor railing and swung his machete at Lance.

Lance slid to the side, his axe striking the ground, shattering the stone slab.

"Boss! Watch out!"

A bald man—it was Bakichi, who had just gone to check the body.

He lunged at Lance from the side, his short knife aimed at Lance's ribs.

Lance didn't even look at him, and pointed with his left hand.

[Aard Sign!]

An invisible force field slammed into Bakichi's chest, sending him flying backward and crashing heavily into the wall. His chest and abdomen were almost completely shattered, leaving him a bloody mess. He fell to the ground without a sound.

Scarface's eyes turned even redder. He roared and charged again, slashing horizontally with his axe.

A glint of light flashed beneath Lance's feet; the "Grease Your Feet" ability greatly increased his speed, allowing him to easily circle around to Scar Wolf's side.

Scarface missed with his axe swing and tried to turn around, but slipped on the spreading grease and stumbled.

opportunity.

[Magic Blast!] x2

Two ghastly green beams of light struck Scar Wolf’s right shoulder and left leg in quick succession.

He screamed in agony, the axe slipped from his hand, and he knelt on one knee.

"Boss!"

The few remaining members who could still move tried to rush forward.

Lance turned around,

[Aard Sign!]

Instantly, three gang members were blasted away, hung on the wall, and slowly slid down.

There are only four people left standing in the hall, including Lance.

The three gang members standing there looked at the corpses scattered on the ground and at Scarface kneeling on the ground, and their weapons began to tremble.

"Run...run!"

Someone shouted, and the three of them turned and rushed towards the door.

Lance didn't chase after him. He raised his hand, his fingertips flashing continuously.

[Magic Blast!][Magic Blast!][Magic Blast!]

Three beams of energy struck the three men precisely in the back. They collapsed onto the threshold, twitched twice, and then lay still.

Now, the only two people still breathing in the entire hall are Lance and Scar Wolf.

Lance walked up to him.

Scarface knelt on the ground, blood gushing from the wounds on his right shoulder and left leg.

He looked up, the scar on his face contorted in the firelight: "Who...who are you?"

"Why..." Scarface's expression was filled with grief, "What did we do to offend you? We'll change, okay?! Why did you have to kill us?!"

Lance did not answer.

He bent down, picked up the machete that Scar Wolf had dropped, weighed it in his hand, and then casually tossed it aside.

"I'll ask you a few questions," Lance said. "Answer honestly, and I'll give you a quick answer."

Scarface grinned, revealing bloodied teeth: "You think I'd tell you?"

"Yes," Lance nodded, "because if you don't tell me, I'll make you beg to tell me."

"I heard from Scarface that you guys seem to be working for a big shot lately, and he wants you to collect children."

"Who is this important person? And what do they want with the child?"

Scarface's pupils contracted, but he immediately sneered, "I don't know."

"Is that so?" Lance crouched down and placed his hand on the wound on Scar Wolf's right shoulder.

"Aaaaaaah!!!"