Almark – Northern Sword, Southern Wand

Almark managed to support his falling body with a rough breath.

Magic is almost empty.

I forced my body to curl up untouched magic, releasing it from all over my body.

Instead, it's strange that you're still conscious.

If the weapon hadn't rolled into my hand, I'd have been hit.

Almark looks at the bar on his right hand.

I wiggled it all around just now, but there is no scratch on it.

Unexpected, sturdy stick.

Hey, it looks like they were after this stick.

Well, what do we do now?

Once again, Almark looked at two magicians, two melons lying on the floor.

A strange thing happened.

From both bodies, there began to sound a stroke.

Smoke rises with the odor.

Before I knew it, all the men, including the robes they were wearing, disappeared with the smoke.

All that remains is two pieces of copper that roll onto the floor.

It can be seen that the copper coin is painted in black with some complicated pattern.

Oh, the art of change.

Almark understood.

These two magicians were not real humans, they were copper-changed.

When it comes to magic of change, it's like magic that changes the appearance of an object at any time, rather than using magic on the spot.

This is a high level of magic Almark has never heard of.

It makes sense that I didn't see any sign of another man just now.

After Almark entered the room, this bronze coin in the hallway must have turned into a magician.

Nevertheless, who did this for what purpose?

At that moment, Almark jumped.

Gather all the power left in your body and leap into the window.

With the sound of the glass breaking, it feels like your back is slightly slit.

I found a rookie in the hallway and jumped right away, but I couldn't make it.

It was cut with something like a wind blade.

Still, we're in the air and we're going to land somehow.

At the same time as landing, bright red blood splashed on the ground.

"Whoa, what a tough kid."

A voice came from above my head.

It's the man in the black robe who comes down slowly, fluffy and fluffy.

Wrinkled face.

Strange shaped cane.

You two have exactly the same face, the same standing.

Do you still have the copper coins?

"I thought I'd cut my right arm off and take it home."

Looking at the man who slowly got down in front of him, Almark thinks.

No, no, no.

The number of wrinkles running on the face is clearly low.

You're a little younger than the two of us.

The man throws two pieces of bronze coin in his left hand boringly.

After all, bronze is the power of bronze.

Almark understands.

This man is stronger than the two of us.

"It's hard to stand."

The man told Almark.

"If you give me that much magic that I don't even knead, my heart usually stops there."

Almark measures his distance from the man with his eyes.

It's a little bit far from where you can step in.

"Don't come any closer."

The man said as if he had read Almark's mind.

"I can't beat you with my right hand."

"You want this stick?"

Almark said.

With just a voice, your vision is going to be dyed white.

The bleeding on my back didn't stop either.

The wound seems deeper than I thought.

Your body is close to its limit.

"Who are you? What is this stick?"

"If you don't know, you better know."

The man said in vain.

"You want to talk to me and buy me some time until someone gets here."

The man sticks out his cane.

"I'm not getting in, I'm not getting in."

I was waiting for that moment.

Almark stepped in the moment the man protruded his wand.

There was a man's cane sticking out a step away from Almark.

Almark's stick played the man's wand and his magic triggered simultaneously.

Almark was again deprived of his liberty when a high soaring wand fell to the ground and made a dull noise.

Watch out. Watch out.

The man said.

If you were a healthy lord, you'd be faster than my magic.

He distorted his face and laughed that it was a shame.

"But I thought of something good."

The man turned his back to Almark and picked up his wand.

"We can't touch it anyway."

That's how he pointed at the stick in Almark's hand.

"You can't solve the magic now that you've ruined both coins."

Almark raised his right hand slowly.

The man laughed at it.

"I need you to take responsibility."

Almark felt his body move independently of his will.

My legs go forward.

One step, two steps.

"If we can't touch it, let those who touch it carry it."

The man laughs silently.

"Come with me. You don't have to worry about going home."