Faerun: The arcane mage is still too imprisoned.

The news of the three noble families' massacre spread like wildfire throughout Rield the following day.

But strangely enough, it didn't cause any splash.

Theoretically, the city lord's mansion should have issued a statement on this, but it did not.

Other nobles also remained unusually silent, offering no response to the outside world.

In the reception room of Silvershine Manor, several nobles gathered together to drink tea.

"This matter..." a middle-aged nobleman began, then hesitated.

"Why aren't you drinking tea?"

Arya smiled and instructed the servant to pour him some tea. "This tea is new to me, have a taste."

The middle-aged nobleman, holding his teacup, felt a chill run down his spine and inexplicably hesitated to drink.

"Arya," another old nobleman lowered his voice, "give us a heads-up, just who...who is that mage?"

Arya blinked: "What...what's your background?"

"It's just..." the old nobleman carefully chose his words, "How could he be so bold? Those were three noble families! He just killed them like that?"

Arya took a sip of tea and said slowly, "I don't know. All I know is that he killed the bishop of the Lord of Thirst."

The old nobleman paused for a moment, then fell silent.

The people around them also fell silent.

The reception room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

After a long pause, the middle-aged nobleman spoke with difficulty: "So you mean..."

“What I mean is,” Arya put down her teacup, “he dared to kill even an elite priest-bishop of the Thirsty Hand, would he hesitate to deal with a few nobles colluding with a cult?”

"But what about the City Lord's Mansion..."

Arya raised her eyebrows:

"You dare to talk to me about the City Lord's Mansion?!"

"I am the deputy city lord of Rield City!"

"Bang!"

Arya slammed her hand on the table:

"The responsibility for Rield City's Fifth Ring and Thirteenth District rests on the shoulders of me and the City Lord!"

"When have you ever thought about the City Lord's Mansion? When have you ever thought about my Rield City?!"

"You dare mention the City Lord's Mansion to me... Then why are you here at my Silver Glow Manor instead of the City Lord's Mansion?!"

No one responded.

After a while, the old nobleman stood up, cupped his hands in farewell, and took his leave.

The others also stood up one after another, and each one took their leave faster than the last.

Arya saw them off, then leaned against the doorframe and smiled.

Lillian poked her head out from the second floor: "Mom, why did they leave?"

Arya looked up at her: "Scared, huh?"

"What are you afraid of?"

"I'm afraid of your teacher."

Arya walked back to the living room, "I'm afraid that one day he might go to their house for a visit if he's in a bad mood."

Lillian thought for a moment and said seriously, "Teacher won't."

How did you know?

"Because the teacher is a good person, a good person who only kills bad people," Lillian said matter-of-factly.

"If they haven't done anything wrong, why should they be afraid of the teacher?"

Arya paused for a moment, then smiled.

"You're right," she nodded. "If they haven't done anything wrong, why should they be afraid?"

Meanwhile, the remnants of the gangs in the city also heard the news.

A small group of five, hiding in a spacious sewer, were trembling around a candle.

"Boss, that 'mysterious man' is too ruthless. He killed three noble families in one night. What do we do now?"

The bald man, addressed as "boss," gritted his teeth: "What are you afraid of? We haven't offended that sorcerer. He's not going to kill us all, is he?"

"Didn't every gang that got wiped out think the same way?"

"Hey you……"

Just as he finished speaking, footsteps sounded outside.

All five people froze at the same time.

The footsteps grew closer and closer, then stopped.

"Who?!" the bald man asked, his voice trembling.

No one answered.

A few seconds later, the footsteps sounded again, growing fainter and fainter.

The five of them breathed a sigh of relief.

"See, did you see that?" the bald man tried to remain calm. "He just passed by; he didn't even come in. What does that mean? It means we're safe!"

A skinny, monkey-like henchman whispered, "But boss, you were clearly so scared you almost wet your pants just now..."

"Shut up!"

The younger brother shut his mouth, but couldn't help thinking: Maybe... I should just retire from this life?

He wasn't the only one with this idea.

Next, a strange scene appeared in Rild City—many gang remnants packed their things and ran away overnight, some even throwing their weapons into the river and running to the docks to find work.

The dock foremen were puzzled: Why are there suddenly so many more people applying for jobs lately?

These people were newcomers and easily frightened, so their asking price was often much lower than that of ordinary dockworkers.

The influx of cheap labor caused wages to plummet.

Many of the original dockworkers were therefore constantly cursing.

Subsequently, with the rapid decrease in criminals, the security situation in Rield reached its best level in twenty years within a week.

Piyan Kesong looked at the security report with mixed feelings.

It's certainly a good thing that public security has improved, but the way it's improved... is just so strange.

He couldn't figure it out, so he simply stopped thinking about it.

Anyway, the subordinate has already written the report, so it doesn't seem like there will be any errors.

Then he can just send it up to the city lord.

But that's a story for another time. Lance was unaware of all this; he was already preparing to depart for the banquet at the city lord's mansion.

At this point, Cielsa wanted to change her clothes herself, so she was still busy upstairs.

Meanwhile, Lance had already used magic to change his clothes with a single click and was now lying on the sofa playing with the cat.

Time is like an arrow, the sun and the moon are like a shuttle.

Twenty minutes passed in the blink of an eye.

The night outside the window is getting darker.

Lance looked up as Cielsa came downstairs.

She wore a deep purple dress, and her long silver-gray hair was styled into a bun, revealing her neck and pointed ears.

She also wore a gorgeous dagger inlaid with gemstones as decoration at her waist, which was both elegant and menacing.

"How is it?" She spun around.

Lance nodded: "It's alright."

Little Black jumped off his lap, ran to Cielsa's feet, and looked up at her.

Cecilia bent down, trying to scoop it up, and this time she succeeded.

"Is Xiao Hei going too?"

"Let it follow if it wants." Lance stood up, straightened his collar, and said, "Let's go."

The three creatures left the villa and boarded the carriage.

The carriage, without a coachman, headed towards the city lord's mansion.

The city lord's mansion was brightly lit.

One carriage after another stopped, and elegantly dressed nobles filed in.

The women's dresses shimmered, the men's suits were impeccably tailored, and the jewels and medals were dazzling.

The moment Lance stepped out of the car, the surrounding sounds paused for a moment.

Then the whispers spread like ripples on water.

"Is that the new mage?"

"A half-elf...so young..."

"I heard he killed the bishop of the Lord of Thirst..."

"Really? That's an elite-level priest!"

"It's absolutely true! The news came from Yin Hui's family."

"My God..."

"Is that a cat on his shoulder?"

"It seems so..."

"Is that the mage's summoned creature?"

"Bringing a cat to the banquet?"

"You dare to stop me?"

"Of course I wouldn't dare."