Arcane Journey

Eight long hairy legs, eight
Ta-ta-ta, ta-ta, ta-ta, ta-ta. Ta-ta-ta. Ta-ta-ta.

After many years, Brian came to this familiar place again.

Even though so much time has passed, when I saw him again, it still felt like just another day.

He looked around vigilantly, trying to find out what changes had taken place here compared to before.

In this octagonal room, Brian's eyes swept over a wide variety of strange objects, which were placed in a disorderly manner, like treasure chests hiding secrets.

Just two or three steps away from the bed, a spider elf was hunched over, as if carrying a heavy secret.

He wrapped himself tightly in a black robe, hiding himself deeply in the darkness. His eight spider legs tapped lightly on the smooth marble floor, making strange knocking sounds.

The light from the magic lamp fell, illuminating the entire room and everything Brian wanted to see.

In the interweaving of light and shadow, he could clearly see the face of the spider elf - hidden under the hood was still his iconic gray mask.

The mask seemed to carry endless mystery and depth, making it impossible to peek into the story behind it.

The hunched body and the black robe wrapped around him looked even more mysterious under the strange light.

At this moment, the air in the room seemed to freeze, with only Brian's breathing echoing in the quiet space.

He seemed to be able to feel the spider elf's suppressed madness and fanaticism, and also feel some terrible energy hidden deep in his heart.

This made Brian secretly speculate that his plan was likely to fail, and not only failed, but also brought him unimaginable consequences.

At this moment, the spider elf's sharp perception caught Brian's gaze.

His eight spider legs tapped the ground, moving slowly and rhythmically, and his voice was hoarse and low like sandpaper.

The spider wizard looked at Brian with the mask of fear, and slowly spoke with a trembling voice: "Hello, Mr. Brian, I never thought that we would meet again one day. But please forgive me, my friend, I have to cover my face with this mask again."

There was a hint of helplessness and sadness in the spider wizard's words.

He took a deep breath, and there was a hint of desire and a kind of fanatical power that was difficult to suppress in his eyes.

"In fact, I also hope to face everyone in this world with my true face. However, since those distant days, I have lost the opportunity to show my true face. Just like my name - Yalinfan Wayne, it is like dusty history, gradually forgotten by the world."

His tone revealed deep sadness and emotion.

The spider wizard was silent for a few seconds, as if immersed in memories of the past.

Then he sighed and said, "Yes, not many people remember the former Yalinfan Wayne. He was once the eldest son of a prominent family and one of the most outstanding wizards in the city of Ancient Orens, second only to Haizhuofu."

"Unfortunately, fate dragged me into the vortex of my family's decline. When the family I was loyal to was reduced to ashes in the flames, and when I suffered unimaginable pain from the mistress of the hostile family, I lost everything I wanted. I lost the qualification and power to compete for the chief wizard of Ancient Orens City, and I also lost the ideals I had been so persistent in pursuing. This is such a painful loss and endless loss for me.

Now, I can only hide in this small town and spend the rest of my life in this cage-like room."

Brian remained silent in the face of the spider wizard's confession. He was calm and remained cautious. Although the other party had saved his life, it did not mean that Brian had to believe the wizard's words without a doubt.

As a time traveler, he has a unique perspective and judgment.

The spider wizard stopped tapping the ground with his eight spider legs, and holding the magic cane tightly in his hand, he bowed deeply to Brian.

His voice was filled with dignity and awe. "Now, please allow me to introduce myself to you again. For centuries, I have been known as the Spider Wizard, a fanatic of Lolth. I am obsessed with worshiping Lolth, and all the power I possess exists for her glory. At least outside this door, I am such an existence."

Brian already knew the spider wizard's self-introduction.

Still, he responded to the wizard's words with politeness and curiosity.

He asked, "You claim to be a fanatical admirer of Rose. Then what kind of person are you in your own space, in this wizard tower where no one can spy on you?"

Brian's words revealed respect and curiosity for the other party.

Faced with Brian's direct question, the spider wizard was not angry. Instead, his eyes flashed with a meaningful light, which was an appreciation for Brian's question.

"I was right." His voice was full of affirmation of Brian's keen insight. "I like people like you who can grasp the key points and ask questions when asking questions."

"In front of you..."

As he spoke, the spider wizard's tone became increasingly rapid, like a sudden gust of wind, carrying with it uncontrollable anger and despair.

He was seen trembling all over, and his face under the mask seemed to be distorted by anger.

Then he grabbed his mask and threw it to the ground as if he was throwing away a disgusting burden.

As the mask fell to the ground, he spit out a mouthful of spit full of contempt and roared:

"I curse that damned spider-mother Rose. She is as hateful as a plague in my heart! If I have the chance to meet her face to face, I would give up everything and just give her ugly big ass a good kick. Even if I am crushed to pieces in the next second, I will never regret it!

That abominable old witch forced us to hide forever in this garbage dump that never sees the sun. Her malice corrupted our hearts and made the once noble drow elves degenerate to even lower than the humblest goblins. My hatred for her is as deep as the crack in the ground of the Claw Valley, and even deeper than that!

Yes, I hate her! I hate her! I hate her!"

The spider wizard's crazy behavior does not end there.

He treated the mask on the ground as if it were his most hated enemy, and he kept stomping on the mask under his feet, as if the mask was the incarnation of Rose.

Every step he took was filled with deep hatred and determination.

The spider wizard's eyes were flashing with angry fire, as if he wanted to burn everything to ashes.

The air around him seemed to be infected by his anger, becoming hot and heavy.

The calm wizard image before has disappeared, replaced by a mad lion driven by hatred. (End of this chapter)