Faerun: The arcane mage is still too imprisoned.

Nine o'clock at night, in the abandoned warehouse area of ​​the West District.

There used to be many old warehouses here, but they were later abandoned.

The Shattered Bones Gang occupied the largest building and converted it into their stronghold.

Lance stopped two hundred meters away.

"The Blood Wolf Gang was just wiped out yesterday, so the remaining two gangs will definitely be on guard."

If they scatter and flee, Lance won't have much of a solution, so...

[Summoning scout mosquitoes!]

A tiny mosquito flew past quickly and circled around.

There were quite a few guards tonight—he spotted eight men around the warehouse using his scouting mosquitoes.

Lance circled around to the side of the warehouse, where there was a patch of overgrown weeds, and his body blended into the night.

[Silence the mist!]

Lance approached silently.

Two sentries were crouching in the bushes.

Both men gripped their crossbows, their eyes fixed intently on the road ahead.

One of them yawned and muttered a complaint:

"We've been watching for six hours straight, and there's not a soul in sight..."

"Stop talking nonsense. The boss said there might be danger tonight, keep a close eye on things."

"You're saying the Blood Wolf Gang was really wiped out by a mage?"

"Who knows? Anyway, the boss's scared, otherwise he wouldn't have let us..."

He hadn't finished speaking.

Lance appeared behind them, placing both hands on the back of their necks and giving them a gentle squeeze.

"Crack!"

With a crisp cracking sound, the necks of the two people were snapped, their bodies stiffened, their pupils dilated, and then they collapsed limply.

Lance caught their bodies and gently laid them flat.

He continued onward.

There were four guards at the main entrance of the warehouse, all armed and looking tense. There were also two guards at the back entrance.

Lance chose to leave through the back door.

He went around to the back of the warehouse, where many discarded wooden crates and iron barrels were piled up. Two guards at the back door were smoking, one of them glancing south from time to time—in the direction of the Blood Wolf Gang's stronghold.

"Do you think... we might also...?"

"Shut up! Think of something positive!"

Lance had already quietly circled around behind them and repeated the same move.

The two instantly fell into a deep, baby-like sleep.

Lance used [Mage's Hand] to pry open the latch on the back door and pushed it open to enter.

Inside was a narrow passageway leading to the warehouse's ground floor lobby. He moved close to the wall, hearing a commotion coming from the lobby:

"Oshidai! Oshidai!"

"Damn it, it's the little one again..."

"Again! I refuse to believe it!"

At least fifteen people were drinking and gambling. But the atmosphere was far from relaxed.

He heard someone whisper:

"The boss is in a particularly bad mood tonight."

"Nonsense, the Blood Wolf Gang doesn't operate without a reason. We could be next..."

"Shh! Keep your voice down!"

Structure of the Reims Observation Hall.

The first floor has a six-meter-high ceiling, with an open space in the center containing several tables, and staircases on both sides leading to the second floor.

The second floor has several cubicles, and the old man should be in one of them.

Lance went up the stairs to the second-floor corridor. From here, one could overlook the entire hall.

He focused on the most crowded area in the hall—the largest gambling table, surrounded by seven or eight people, with that table as the center.

Raise both hands.

[The Art of Being Greasy!]

The floor beneath the gambling table was instantly covered in a layer of slippery grease! Caught off guard, those around the table slipped, cried out, and fell, knocking over chairs and bottles, creating chaos!

"What's going on?!"

"The ground is slippery! Where did the oil come from?"

"Enemy attack—!"

"Upstairs! On the second floor!"

They finally realized what was happening and grabbed their weapons.

But Lance had already made his move.

He jumped from the second floor, casting a spell with both hands in mid-air.

[Magic Blast!]

The ghastly green ray struck precisely at someone trying to escape towards the door!

Lance landed and waved his right hand as he stood up.

[Aard Sign!]

The force field blasted towards the six people huddled together on the left! They were sent flying like bowling pins, crashing into the wall!

"A mage! It must be the mage who wiped out the Blood Wolf Gang!"

"Run!"

Morale collapsed immediately.

Those who could still move dropped their weapons and ran away.

But it just kept sliding around, bumping into things like a headless fly.

Lance moved through the chaos, using [Magic Blast] to eliminate those who had run the furthest away.

【Blade Burst】Take out enemies that are close to you.

Thirty seconds later, only three people remained standing in the hall.

They knelt on the ground, weapons lying to one side, trembling all over.

"Spare us, my lord! We surrender!"

"We're just trying to make a living! We've never done anything wrong!"

Lance looked at them.

"Which room is Old Bones in?"

The three of them pointed to the innermost door on the second floor at the same time.

Lance raised his hand.

[Aard Sign!]

The three people collapsed to the ground and could not get up.

Lance went up to the second floor.

The door to the innermost room was tightly closed.

Lance used a scout mosquito to observe; there were no traps behind the door, but someone was pressed close to it.

The old bones are waiting.

Lance did not open the door directly.

He took two steps back and raised his hand.

[Aard Sign!]

The force field slammed into the door! The wooden door shattered instantly! The figure behind the door reacted with lightning speed, being knocked away while simultaneously throwing three throwing knives!

call out!call out!call out!

The throwing knife aimed straight for Lance's face! But it was powerless to penetrate the defenses of the [Mage Armor].

Lance recognized the person.

A thin, middle-aged man with a slight limp in his left leg and sharp, eagle-like eyes.

He held a poisoned dagger in his hand, the blade gleaming with a dark green light.

[Target: Level 1 Human Wanderer!]

Old Bones, leader of the Broken Bones Gang.

"Master..." Old Bones' voice was hoarse, "What have we, the Shattered Bone Gang, done to offend you?"

"This is none of your business."

"Have you heard of the Thirsty Hand?" Lance asked calmly.

Old Bones' pupils contracted: "That's the Gray Rat Gang and the Blood Wolf Gang collaborating with them! We didn't sell the children to them, we sold them to the north!"

Is there a difference?

"Of course there are!" Old Bones shouted. "At least in the North, it's slavery! Hunger is deadly! Even if I, Old Bones, am a scoundrel, I won't touch that kind of cult!"

Lance didn't say anything.

Taking advantage of his moment of silence, the old man lunged at the window! He wanted to break through the window and escape!

But Lance had anticipated this.

[Magic Blast!]

The old man fell from the window to the ground.

Lance turned around and began to loot.

There's a safe in Old Bones' room. You can open it with a magical trick. Inside are over three hundred gold coins and some jewelry.

He also found some loose change on the body in the hall.

The total is approximately five hundred gold coins.

He put the items into his interdimensional pocket.

The scene needs to be dealt with.

Lance scooped liquor from the barrel and splashed it across the main areas of the first and second floors. Finally, he stood in the doorway and raised his hand.

[Flame Arrow!]

A sliver of light shone in and landed on the wooden board soaked in strong liquor.

Flames erupted! They spread rapidly, engulfing wooden tables, corpses... Thick smoke billowed, and the firelight illuminated the interior of the warehouse.

Lance walked out of the warehouse and disappeared into the night.

[Killed 20 level 0 humans! Gained 407 experience points!]

[Killed 1 Level 1 Human Wanderer! Gained 102 Experience Points!]

Current experience: 520/1000

After leaving the Shattered Bone Gang's stronghold, Lance rushed to the Gray Rat Gang without stopping.

But they actually evacuated overnight.

All I could see were messy footprints and discarded debris.

Lance followed the trail and discovered that they had actually escaped through the sewers.

However, they were reluctant to part with their valuables, so their speed was ultimately slow.

In a wider pipe, he caught up with Barton and a dozen or so core gang members.

The moment Barton saw Lance, he knew there was no way out, and roared as he led his men in a charge.

The narrow passageway limited the numerical advantage, but it was perfect for Lance's magic.

The [Greasy Technique] was spread out, and the [Aard Sign] directly pushed aside and killed the dozen or so mortals.

Barton managed to withstand a bit more damage thanks to his level 2 warrior physique, but it was to no avail.

It was just that it had one last breath left.

[Bewitching humans!]

Patton's eyes became confused.

Then Lance quickly stepped forward.

How much do you know about the thirsty hand?

"The grey robes... belong to the middle ranks of the Thirsty Hand in Rield City. Above them are the black-robed bishops, who are at least level 5 elite priests..."

"Our last transaction with them was the day before yesterday. They always initiate contact with me first."

"I don't know anything else..."

Seeing that he couldn't spit out anything else, Lance fired a [Fire Arrow] and sent him away.

The total value of the items Lance looted from them exceeded eight hundred gold coins.

[Killed 15 level 0 humans! Gained 340 experience points!]

[Killed 2 Level 1 Human Warrior! Gained 300 Experience Points!]

Current experience: 1160/1000

Thus, after two nights, three gangs became history.