How come this arcanist is invincible?

Chapter 101 Mistaken Identity

Turning around, Shar was slightly taken aback when she saw the blond, golden-eyed stranger looking puzzled.

She could see the genuine confusion in the other person's eyes. The other person then spoke, their tone hesitant: "Excuse me?"

"I'm sorry, I mistook you for someone else." Shar smiled apologetically, her tone tinged with melancholy. "I thought you were my friend; we haven't seen each other in a long time."

The stranger nodded slowly, his gaze sweeping over Shar's beautiful face, and said gently, "Your friend must be very fortunate to have someone like you who cares about him."

Shar smiled slightly, nodded in acknowledgment, and then turned and hurried toward the First District, which was rife with unrest.

The stranger watched her hurried departure and silently murmured "I'm sorry" in his heart—unsurprisingly, after he went to the Susas Elven Court, the two never crossed paths again.

At the same time, Shar, who was in a hurry, suddenly sensed something was amiss and abruptly stopped.

"No, if he's not Kane, why did he pause when I called out his name?"

She pondered to herself, a look of doubt creeping into her brow.

Inside the Night's Watch headquarters, watching the guards of the ruling council being led to the prison one by one, Reed turned to the presiding judge, his tone filled with barely concealed urgency:

"Your Honor, may I ask... where is my team member?"

The presiding judge shook his head slightly, his tone heavy:

"The excavation work is still ongoing. The power of that explosion was truly astonishing. So far, only the bodies of the royal representative, some of the city guards, and maids have been unearthed."

He paused, then added, "We also discovered several other demon corpses of different kinds. Your team members... are probably in grave danger."

Reed's heart sank suddenly, his face instantly darkened, and his eyes were filled with suppressed pain.

The presiding judge looked at him reassuringly:

"Reed, give up. He made that choice, so he didn't intend to come back alive."

He truly lives up to his reputation as the "Blade of Vengeance" among the people of the Seventh District.

If he hadn't exposed the royal representative's conspiracy—they intended to build a demon legion and even summon a large number of high-ranking demons of the third tier and above—the entire city of war would have been reduced to ashes.

So you should be proud of him.

Reed clenched his fists tightly, his Adam's apple bobbing a few times, but in the end he could only shake his head with difficulty:

"I see."

He returned home to find a mage's notebook lying quietly on the table—his carefully compiled study notes, which, due to the regulations governing magic, required approval from the mage tower of his school before they could be used.

He ran his fingertips over the cover of the journal, sighed softly, his tone filled with regret and resentment: "I haven't even had a chance to give you the gift yet, you bastard..."

Meanwhile, after Kane cleared out the hidden items in his home, he left the city of war and headed towards the dark forest outside the city.

Not long after, he once again stepped into the outer edge of this forest.

A week later, he arrived at the city, which had been reduced to ruins by the war.

The air was still thick with the stench of blood, but strangely, no undead creatures had sprung up here—presumably because the Nord Legion had sprinkled a large amount of exorcising powder.

Kane entered a cave, and his appearance suddenly changed: his limbs became long and straight, his face became angular, and his cheekbones became slightly high, transforming him into the appearance of a pure-blooded drow elf.

His ears were long and sharp, his skin was darker than that of ordinary Drow descendants, his long silver hair fell to his shoulders like moonlight, and his dark red pupils surged with a cold light.

Thanks to Zhuo'er's dark vision, even though the light inside the cave was very dim, he could see the surrounding scenery clearly.

Just as they stepped into the depths of the cave, a low shout came from the darkness: "Who's there?" (Zhuo Er's words)

Immediately afterward, with a "whoosh," a sharp arrow pierced through the air.

Kane's expression hardened slightly, but he didn't move an inch as the arrow accurately struck the ground at his feet.

"Lydia, it's me, I'm back," Kane said.

Upon hearing that familiar voice, a female figure slowly emerged from the depths of the dark cave—it was Lydia.

Her skin was obsidian black;

Her face was so exquisitely sculpted that it resembled a divine sculpture; her silver hair was tied high in a neat ponytail; and her dark red eyes shone like the brightest rubies.

Lydia stepped out of the darkness, and upon recognizing Kane, her gaze swept over the arrows on the ground. A flicker of fear crossed her respectful expression, and she immediately knelt down, her voice trembling slightly:

"I'm sorry, I thought it was an enemy... Lord... no..."

Kane looked at her calmly and offered two words of reassurance.

Lydia immediately composed herself and respectfully changed her tone: "Lord Kane, shall we... continue?"

Kane's gaze fell on her flat stomach, a hint of helplessness flashing in his eyes.

As a branch of elves, the drow have an extremely low birth rate, and the purer their bloodline, the lower their birth rate.

He is currently in pure-blooded Drow form, making reproduction inherently difficult.

If she were to maintain her human form, she could naturally give birth to offspring, but this would violate the principles of the transaction.

He turned his gaze away and said to Lydia:

"No need. I came today to tell you something—I'm about to leave and go somewhere else."

Upon hearing this, Lydia's expression changed drastically, and her tone became urgent: "Your Excellency, then..."

Kane felt a pang of guilt as he looked at her anxious expression.

According to the original agreement, he was supposed to get her pregnant before leaving, but now the plan has been disrupted.

Moreover, in order to settle scores with the royal representatives, the pensions and various bribes he paid out had already exceeded ten thousand gold coins—almost depleting a third of the family's resources for revival.

Kane pondered for a moment, then picked up a pen, wrote a note, and handed it to Lydia.

After she took the note, Kane slowly began to speak:

"This is my token. You Drow should have some means of contacting the interior of the City of War, right?"

He knew in his heart that although the two sides had been dealing with each other for so long and were enemies, judging from the fact that many chambers of commerce sold Zhuoer weapons and ornaments, there must have been private channels for transactions.

Lydia nodded to indicate that she understood.

Kane continued:

"Take this note and contact Jasper Ashby of the city guard. Tell him you want to ransom the captured Drow descendants and promise to sign a non-aggression pact. He will take care of everything."

Kane knew that with the royal representative dead, the proposals against the Drow could not be implemented.

Those captured Drow descendants would consume food if kept in captivity, but killing them would be too wasteful, so they would most likely be sold into slavery.

"I understand, Your Excellency," Lydia nodded in agreement.

Kane turned and walked into the depths of the cave, taking a thousand gold coins and putting them into his bag—not that he didn't want to take more, but his bag had limited space, and any more would be difficult to carry.

He then changed into a set of enchanted gear: a sharp scimitar, Drow-style leather armor, and a pair of reinforced leather boots. Once everything was ready, he set off.

At that moment, the drow girl Agatha ran over and, upon seeing Kane, chattered a few words in drow.

Although Kane couldn't understand, he gently patted her head and then turned to walk away.

As soon as he reached the cave entrance, he bumped into Lydia, who was waiting there.

She looked at Kane, her lips moved as if she wanted to speak, but she hesitated. After a long while, she finally mustered her courage and spoke in a pleading voice:

"Lord Kane, just this once... just this once, please?"

Kane knew it was impossible, but faced with the persistence and pleading in her eyes, he finally nodded.

That night, Lydia clung to Kane with all her might, as if she wanted to etch these last moments into her very bones.

It wasn't until the early hours of the next day that Kane, having regained his strength thanks to his immortality, quietly left the cave and headed in the intended direction.

Inside the cave, Agatha gently covered Lydia, who was naked, with a blanket.

Lydia was sleeping soundly, a satisfied smile still lingering on her face...