South of West Lainer lay the Dark Fief, ruled by the Black Dragon Dynasty.
In a town near the Dark Forest.
Roland, Trina, Gang Jide, Atali, and the others arrived quietly without alerting anyone, then scattered to carry out their tasks.
Under the effects of the Invisibility Spell, Trina faded from sight as well, concealing herself near Roland.
Once everything was ready, Roland took out his Mage Staff and began chanting.
Level 4 spell: Detection Spell.
His mental power swept out like radar, and he soon located his target.
"..."
Inside a luxurious mansion in town, the Black Dragon Warlock Delanite lay in a bathtub, humming a tune as he leisurely enjoyed being massaged and scrubbed.
After a while, he stopped and tilted his head slightly.
The maid who had been waiting beside him immediately brought a glass of red wine to his lips.
Delanite took a light sip and sighed. "Such a lovely moment. It truly lifts the spirits!"
Delanite had shoulder-length hair, its wet strands falling loosely behind his head, lending him an air of casual elegance.
His eyes were dark red, mysterious and deep as gemstones. His face had sharply chiseled features, and although time had left a few traces upon it, he remained handsome, with a touch of exotic charm.
Yet despite this nobleman's mature appeal, the maids looked at him with fear in their eyes.
Their gazes remained fixed on him, watching his every move with nervous attention.
As soon as Delanite finished his wine, they took the glass and replaced it with a cup of water for rinsing his mouth.
Delanite opened his mouth and spat into the silver basin a maid held out.
A warm towel pressed lightly against his lips, wiping them with just the right touch.
Suddenly, perhaps because the