Chapter 10 Chapter Seven Unfulfilled Wish

Boyinyong Baenre hung upside down from the top of the cavern, strapped firmly to the saddle of his lizard mount.It took the young warrior some time to get used to the position, but as commander of the Baenrei Lizard Riders, he had watched over the city from this vantage point for a long time. The movement behind a stalactite on the side aroused Bo Yinyong's vigilance.He leveled the ten-foot death lance in one hand, and the hand that had been holding the reins pulled the trigger of the crossbow. "I am the son of Baenre." He raised his voice.A statement of this is enough to intimidate any out-of-the-box tricks.He scanned his surroundings for support, reaching into his waist pocket with one free hand for the signal plate, a protective metal strip heated on one side for contacting creatures with thermal vision.There were dozens of cavalry from Banrui's family around, and Bo Yinyong could summon them with a single order.

"Here is the Son of Baenre!" he declared again. The youngest Baenry son was almost instantly relieved, for flashing from behind the stalactites was his older brother Danjo, riding an even larger subterranean lizard.Hanging upside down, the way the ponytail hung straight down the back of his head made the older Son of Baenre look odd. "I am also the son of Baen Rui." Danzhuo replied, stopping his mount beside Boyinyong. "What are you doing here?" Bo Yinyong asked, "How can you misappropriate the lizard mount without asking for my permission?" Danzhuo paid it off. "Permission?" he said. "I am the master of the Baenre family. I don't need Bo Yinyong's permission to commandeer lizards."

The young son of Banrui stared at his bright red eyes, but said nothing. "You forgot who trained you, my brother." Danzhuo said quietly. This is true, Bo Yinyong will never forget, and it is impossible to forget that it was Dan Zhuo who was his teacher. "Ready to face Drizzt Do'Urden again?" Dandra's abrupt question nearly knocked Boyinyon off his saddle. "It's very possible, because we will go on an expedition to Mithril Hall." Dan Zhuo added coldly. Bo Yinyong sighed in a low voice. He and Drizzt were classmates in the academy's warrior school - fighting martial tower.Bo Yinyong, who was trained by Danzhuo, entered school thinking he would be the best fighter in his class.Drizzt, the traitor, the traitor, beat him to that title every year.By all standards, Bo Yinyong has performed very well in the Academy.Except by Dendro's standards.

"Are you ready to face him?" Dendro pressed, his tone increasingly serious and angry. "No!" Bo Yinyong glared at his elder brother who was straddling the upside-down lizard, watching his handsome face with a smug smile.There is only one reason for Danzhuo to ask this answer, and Bo Yinyong knows it very well.Dandra had to make sure that Bo Yinyong had to know that he was just a bystander when they happened to meet Drizzt the Drifter together. And Bo Yinyong also knew why Dan Zhuo wanted to face Drizzt first.Drizzt's trainer is Zaknafein, Danzhuo's greatest opponent, a recognized martial arts master whose combat skills are much higher than Danzhuo's.And it is said that Drizzt's combat skills are at least equal to Zaknafein's. If Danzhuo can defeat Drizzt, then he will get out of the shadow cast by Zaknafein on him.

"You've fought both of us," Danzhuo asked cunningly, "honestly, my dear brother, who is stronger?" Bo Yin never knew how to answer.He hadn't fought or coordinated with Drizzt Do'Urden for more than thirty years. "Drizzt will beat you," he replied desperately, wanting only to irritate his smug brother. Danzhuo's movements were so fast that Boyin never had time to deal with them.The sword of the master of martial arts sliced ​​across the upper edge of Bo Yinyong's saddle, easily cutting off the belt with the magic of power.When Bo Yinyong fell straight down, Dan Zhuo quickly grasped the reins of the lizard's bridle with his other hand.

When he fell, Bo Yinyong turned around and assumed a normal upright posture.He concentrates on the inner magic power that all drow have, and nobles are stronger.The fall was soon stopped by the reverse levitation spell, and Bo Yinyong slowly rose back up with the death spear, facing his laughing brother. Matron Baenre would kill you if she knew you humiliated me in public.Bo Yinyong's hands were mute. Better to bruise your pride than slit your throat.Dendro's gesture answered, and he steered his mount back behind the stalactite. Returning to the lizard again, Bo Yinyong re-fastened the saddle straps and reins.He had asserted that Drizzt was the stronger fighter, but in light of Dandra's ingenuity, making such a perfect double attack before he could respond, Bo Yinyong began to doubt his assertion.It was Drizzt Do'Urden who lost, he thought, and when the two warriors faced off, Drizzt would be the one to be pitied.

This thought pleased young Bo Yinyong.Because of those days at the Academy, he lived in Drizzt's shadow, just as Dendra lived in Zaknafein's shadow.If Dendro beat Drizzt, the Baenre brothers would prove to be stronger fighters, and Bo Yinyong's reputation would only rise, since he was Dendro's protégé.Boyinyon liked the idea, that he could reap the benefits without having to go toe-to-toe with that damned purple-eyed Do'Urden again. Maybe this battle will end with a better ending, Bo Yinyong boldly holds out hope.Perhaps Dandro killed Drizzt, exhausted and wounded, and Dandro would have fallen easily to Bo Yinyong's sword.Bo Yinyong's reputation, just like his current position, will rise even higher, because he will naturally succeed his dead brother to take the vacated position of martial arts master.

The young Son of Baenre jumped into the repaired saddle, grinning wickedly at the possibilities that the expedition to Mithril Hall would bring him. ※※※※ "It's Jellis." A drow whispered awe-inspiringly. "Jaris Holba?" Jarlaxle asked.Leaning against the rough stalagmite wall, the mercenary chief pondered the startling news.Jeris Horba is a matron, one of the two high priests in charge of House Horba, the twelfth family of Menzoberranzan.Now she lay dead under a pile of rocks, with the broken tentacle whip buried beside her. Fortunately we followed him.The soldier said "said" rather than drawing, more like placating the mercenary leader than an arrogant show of merit.Of course, fortunately, Jarlaxle sent someone to follow "him".He's dangerous, unbelievably dangerous.However, seeing the dead body of a mistress, a high priest of the Spider God Empress, died of a sword wound, the mercenary leader had to consider whether the ability of that "him" had been underestimated.

We can report this and get away with it.Another member of the Dayet mercenary group gestures. It sounded like a good idea to Jarlaxle at first.Sooner or later, the body of the mistress will be discovered, followed by a rigorous investigation. Even if others do not request an investigation, the Holba family will not let it go.Implications for crimes are taken very seriously in Menzoberranzan, especially for such a serious crime.And Jarlaxle didn't want to be drawn into a civil war with the Twelfth House, not now, not when so many more important developments were brewing. The current situation points Jarrah to another solution.Even if this event is so unfavorable, the mercenary leader can still find ways to profit from it.There is at least one unexpected card in the game played by Matron Baenre, an unknown factor that will bring chaos to the new order of glory.

Bury her back again.The mercenary leader instructed to bury it a little deeper under the pile this time, but don't bury it too tightly.I want the body to be found, but not too soon. His heavy boots did not make a sound, Lin Lang's jewelry was also silent, and the mercenary leader turned and left the alley. Shall we rally?A soldier gestured at him. Jarlaxle shook his head and continued on, out of this lonely alley.He knew where to find the man who had killed Jerrys Holba.Also knowing how to use what he already knew against him might increase his blind allegiance to Dayet's mercenaries, maybe for some other reason.Jarlaxle knew he had to handle the whole thing carefully.He had to walk a tightrope between conspiracy and war.

Nobody can do it better than him. ※※※※ Yudjante will excel in the future. When this thought appeared in his mind, Dandro Banrui couldn't help but flinch.He understands where it comes from, and understands its subtle meaning.He and the master of the Barisend'ango family were considered the two most outstanding fighters in the city, and that family was the main rival of the Baenre family. Matron Baenre would rely on his talents.A telepathic message followed with a warning.Dendro drew the sword stolen from the surface and looked at it.The unbelievably sharp blade flashed a ray of red light, and the round head of the hilt carved into the shape of a devil had two rubies embedded in the eyes, shining as if alive. Dendro's hands clenched on the hilt as he continued to communicate with the magic sword Kajid - the Cutter.He's strong, and will stand out in the raid on Mithril Hall.Like you, he thirsts for the blood of young Do'Urden, the heir to Zaknafein—perhaps more than you. Den-joo scoffs at the last comment, because Khaki-duk wants to drive him to the verge of rage.The sword considers Dendro its partner rather than its master, knowing it can better manipulate Dendro when he is angry. Dan Zhuo knew all about it after decades of wearing Kajid, so he forced himself to calm down. "Nobody wants to see Drizzt Do'Urden dead more than I do," Dendra assured the skeptical Shadowblade, "and Matron Baenre will see that it is I, not Yodjand, Kill that traitor. Matron Baenre would never want such a feat, such an honor, to be done to a warrior of the Second House." The red light of the magic sword flashed again, reflecting in Danzhuo's amber eyes.Kill Yodjanth, then her wish will be easier.Kajid egged on. Danjo laughed, and Kajid's malicious eyes flickered again. "Kill him?" Danzhuo repeated its words, "Kill someone who Matron Baenre thinks is important in the next mission? She will take my skin off!" But can you kill him? Danjo laughed again, the question was just taunting him, egging him on to the fight that Khakid had longed for.The Demon Sword was vain, like Dandra or Yodgant, and it wanted desperately to be held in the hands of the one and only strongest martial artist in Menzoberranzan, regardless of which of the two would win. "You have to pray that I win," Dendro replied, turning the engraving on the impulsive magic sword. "Yodjante prefers his trident to his sword. If he proves to be the winner, then Khakid will end up in the scabbard of some rookie fighter." He will use mine. Dendro put his sword aside, thinking the absurd assertion was not worth answering at all.Also tired of such mutual ridicule, Kajid calmed down and fell into deep thought. The magic sword aroused more anxiety in Danzhuo's heart.He understood the magnitude of the impending attack.If he can defeat young Do'Urden, then all the credit goes to him, but if Yodgant succeeds first, then Dendro will be considered the second in the city, a status he cannot shake , unless he can kill Yodjanth.Dendro knew his mother would not be happy about such a thing.When Zaknafein was still alive, Danzhuo's life was bleak, and Matron Baenre kept urging him to find a chance to get rid of the legendary martial arts master. This time, Matron Baenre might not even give him a choice.Once Bo Yinyong has grown into a good fighter, Mistress Banrui may sacrifice Danzhuo to make room for her youngest son to be the master of martial arts.If Bo Yinyong is a stronger fighter and she announces such a handover, then doubts will once again be raised among the common people as to which family has the strongest martial arts master. The conclusion was simple: Dendra must get rid of Drizzt.