Ishur put the back of his left hand in front of him and stared at the ring that got stuck in his pharmacopoeia.
The ring is now fitted with blue stone. From what I can tell by the looks of it, it's probably a kind of green cylinder stone. This stone was put on the tip of the pendant, of the magic appliance of the Bersch family, which was taken from the baron. This stone was the main body of the magic fixture of the Bersch family, the magic fixture of the neckline. That's what I put on my mother's shaped ring, which was never stoned before.
Ishur touched the stone of the ring with his right hand.
The moment I touched him, I felt multiple signs of something around me, clumped together. It shifts constantly from close enough to touch itself, shifting between a long walk (skull, about 0.6-0.7m).
Perhaps others besides yourself will be confused by this all sorts of awkward things about their sight and other senses. So whether you slash it with a sword or with an arrow, you won't hit it.
Ishur covered the ring with his right hand and remembered in his heart to disappear.
The sway around disappears.
A magic stone left by the clan in the ring of my mother's shapes. It's in one piece and it's stuck in his finger.
The sword of my father's shapes and this ring. Something important left over from Ishur. Ishur felt something just a little warmer spread in her heart.
When Ishur turned his face towards the craftsman in a good mood, the man was about to wipe the sweat floating on his face with a cloth cut wrapped around his neck. The man blurted and shook his body as he and Ishur met.
After passing through the baron's territory, he switched to day travel and went down a hill overlooking the south-central part of the kingdom before entering the Aarhus of Count Ove territory the next day. I never encountered a warcraft and thought it was unlikely, but there was nothing like a raid or tail from the Baron's house.
In front of entering the city of Aarhus, he went wrong with a caravan that apparently headed to Ellistar. There were seven escort mercenaries on three wagons. There seem to be more examples of Zero Merchants forming caravans these days and heading to their destinations. I guess that means we want to co-finance the cost of escorts to increase the number of mercenaries, while holding back the amount of compensation we pay, but that means that the arrival of the Warcraft remains increasing, and the situation is that none of the worse has improved.
Ishur switched from halfway to daytime travel, staying in the night, and staying in a farmhouse along the street that would provide sleeping quarters for travellers. I can do that because I have money on my own journey.
Daytime travel reduces the likelihood of encountering warcraft in buildings at night. So Ishur was able to reach Aarhus without encountering the Warcraft.
I just don't need to hide using magic anymore, and I didn't mind running into the Warcraft this way.
On the day of his arrival in Aarhus, he went to the craftsman's guild, was introduced to the skilled craftsman of the silver worker and finished, took the inn early to rest, and the next day he headed to the workshop of that craftsman of the silver worker.
The workshop towards Ishur was in a typical lower town craftsmanship district with several small waterways running between the houses on the eastern side of the city of Aarhus.
When I went inside the shop where wooden barrels and broken iron tools were left unmade, there was a thin dirty counter right in front of me, the other side of which was the workshop. One man sits on his back in the middle of an elongated room in the back, working silently on the top and bottom. Sometimes I can see the tip of some hardware or tool from a man's back moving large and fine.
In the back left of the man's seat is like a fireplace built of dirt walls and stone piles that stretch up to the ceiling. I guess that's the furnace to use for the sculpture. I can't see it covered with iron doors inside, but from the swing of the air inside, it looks like there's a small fire about the seed fire.
When Ishur spoke, the man stopped his hand and stood up, stopping by Ishur.
I grew a dark beard, I'm still a young man. About twenty years old.
He called out as he grated the cloth that was wrapped around his neck and wiped his hands.
"What?"
Ishur said by showing the man the ring and the necklace.
"I want you to take off the stone that is arriving at the end of this necklace and put it on this ring. I think I could just spread my nails a little bit or scrape them."
"Oh, fine."
The man took the ring and stared around his nails and said.
"Now put it in. Right. About two days from now? Come and get it at lunch or so. The money."
"The money falls off. Will you do it now?"
Ishur blocked the man and kneaded before the man lifting the necklace.
"Well, that's troublesome. I'm busy right now."
The man received a necklace from Ishur as he rubbed his bearded jaw with his left hand.
Grab a leather strap with your right hand and place a stone on your left palm.
"Hih."
The moment I put it on, the man was surprised and almost dropped the necklace.
"Oh, come on, be careful."
Ishur laughed niggardly and said.
"Will you do it now?
Then the man put his greasy sweat on his forehead in tension, managed to remove the stone from the pendant by trembling fingertips, and put a stone on the ring.
When it was finished, the man exhaled one loud breath, and wet the sweat on his forehead.
"Ha, I've never done anything like this before."
Certainly not a single craftsman in the city would rarely undertake magic fixes, etc.
One might say that I am quite accustomed at my age to not prying Ishur into this.
No, actually, things are just things. Maybe they're just afraid and repellent.
Ishur put the stone-fitting ring, the body of the magic fixture, on his left hand pharmacopoeia and when he ascertained how he was doing, he gave his money to the freaking man.
"Someone might ask me about this later. You can talk about it then. 'Cause I'm not gonna shut up."
The man blinked his eyes for a moment. He seemed unable to understand what he had been told, but soon he realized what it meant, blued his face and nodded again and again.
Survival of the Baron's family or the royal family, someone might be after me or watching me.
We have to remember that.
Ishur then went to the square in front of the main temple of Aarhus, where he bought daily necessities and other items for his journey in the outdoor shop of the square.
If you look toward the castle, you can see several flags of the Count of Ove moving in a hurry.
Ishur was about to buy a conditioning flint stone, he called out to his aunt at the dewstore.
"I wonder what happened at the castle."
"Oh, the castle was noisier this morning. I haven't heard anything."
Ishur left the square and went out to Frontera Avenue, heading towards the castle. Almost out in front of the castle, I saw the rear of the horseback riding squad heading north, at the end of the streets with a wide view in front of the castle.
It is the fifth day that Ishur leaves Ellistar.
Sounds like it's too late... Or reinforcements or replacement units?
To the best of Ishur's knowledge, on the way south down Frontera Avenue, he never made contact with the forces of the Count Ouvé family heading north to Ellistar.
If the movement of the Earl of Ove's family is based on a direct request from the Lord and other lords around here, or from the Royal Family, it would mean that it moves fairly quickly at a distance.
There is no such thing as a horse transmission system within the kingdom, or an organization that places horseback riding for liaison in key locations. Over the past few days, messengers will have come and gone on an insomniac holiday, borrowing and taking over Ellistar, Alva, and the King's Capital from the Jazz family and the Horses of the Territorials.
When Ishur turned back the way he came, he headed to the same inn as yesterday. I stayed another night in Aarhus and left the city early the next morning.
The next day after leaving Aarhus, Ishur stood alone in an unpopulated meadow off the street. The weather feels good and sunny. The streets are seen from Ishur, on the left, with cluttered woods spreading behind them. A good view of the north and south of the street. No one is walking down the street right now.
Ishur has decided to try one of the things he's been thinking about over the past few days.
Close your eyes, calm your mind, and concentrate.
"God of the wind, if you will, give me your servant."
Ishur cast a spell he devised himself, something that seemed to be.
A little wind blows. The grass rang deliberately.
But that was it. I tried to summon the Spirit, but he didn't show up.
No way.
One of the things I've been thinking about over the past few days, it was about the accidental recall of the Spirit after taking revenge on the Baron family.
From what the child's Spirit said at that time, from the circumstances in which he called, he thought that the spell must be accurate, a little different or exaggerated when it comes to the Spirit of the Word, but the point is to chant with all your heart, those two points are important......
I tried to think of the ecclesiastical passages I chanted at that time, more specific words and spell-like styles than that, but they were a little different, no, maybe I went away instead.
Spells may still have strict accuracy in the words and syntax used, such as equations and chemical formulas, that make nothing meaningless if not accurate.
But earlier, there was a wind that clearly wasn't natural, and it wasn't directly caused by magic, and if strict accuracy is required, what about the spirit that was recalled that night in the first place?
Should I simply think of it as more remote as a spell than a scriptural passage from that time?
Of course, I know that reading magic books and learning directly from the wind wizards of the same lineage will solve the problem.
Do we still need a specific image or an imagination?
I think of the spirit that showed up that night in my head.
Do you want to try again?
When Ishur tried to cast the same spell, now let's go - a slightly cold, dry wind that rang grass in the meadows and made him feel the winter's coming, the natural wind blew across the meadows.
I see.
I have something to flicker about.
Ishur thought of the wind that crossed the wheat fields of the former village, which was at one time blue and at one time golden, the wind of the village of Bersh, which was always blowing.
That sight, that wind. It always stays somewhere in my mind. That wind is always blowing somewhere in me.
"God of the wind, if you will, to me..."
Coming......!
Ishur opened his eyes that were closed there. It stops the chanting of the spell.
Looked good.
Ishur turned his eyes to the end of the street, toward the groves.
Eight men and women walk this way in line on the horizontal line against the green of somewhat dull trees, mixed with the sparse leaves.
They cross the street and walk straight towards Ishur. He was probably hiding in the groves in the back, putting up an ishul going down the street.
The sixth day Ishur left Ellistar.
I overtook you while you were at Aarhus for two nights, something like that.
Ishur stares at them with her eyes narrowed.
There was a gorn in the middle of the group.
On its right there are two witchy women with wooden canes in a black robe and a tall man with a long spear on his left. The man looks familiar. I used to come to the village often with Gorn with a merchant escort, a man with a long spear.
Did you say his name was Hoppo? I don't see Bijek.
Ishur looked again at the miscellaneous woods where he thought they had come out.
Is Bijek lurking there as an archer? But there's too much distance from there to make a valid bowshot. This isn't a detectable distance to see if he's here, either.
The other faces are a pair of young male and female swordsmen, and two men with the same long spear as Hoppo.
Ishur had a complicated grin when he saw them slowly approaching.
It's funny to have a wizard. And both of them. But I don't know how many people will be able to wipe it out with a single blow.
The wizard's strength is clearly unclear. But when she fought the Fire Dragon and we met just the two of them, I don't think she's any better than that court magician girl who came running a knife back at us. I'm not looking at Gorn very hard, but I can imagine how strong they are if they're hanging out with mercenaries in general, bounty hunters. I'd appreciate it if you could use magic that isn't wind or fire system.
And who their client is......
The Gorns are approaching. They took a distance of about twenty long steps (a dozen meters) to Ishur and expanded semi-circularly around Gorn, taking the form of a tight siege of Ishur.
Gorn is the leader of this group, this party.
"That's a hiccup. Mr. Gorn."
Ishur giggles and speaks.
"Oh, yeah"
In contrast, Gorn's tone is a little strong.
"What about Mr. Bijek?
"Looks like he's been buying a lot about you. Not this time."
"Really? I'm a little happy about that. So, Mr. Seville and the others are safely in Frontera?
"Oh, don't worry. Sent away safely."
Gorn snorted firmly.
Gorn, I see, would be easy to ambush Ishur. He knew that Ishl was headed back to Frontera to see Seville. All you have to do is narrow it down to one Frontera street from the start and get ahead of Ishl.
"Who is the client? Well, can't you tell me that? Are you going through Mr. Tuaf's place?"
If there's a mercenary guild in Tsaf, I'm a little shocked.
"I can't tell you that. Someone who used to take care of me. It's not Tuaf's place."
Gorn began to exasperate a little bit of killing.
Others put up spears and pull out swords. I heard the blade of the sword sliding through the sheath from the side.
Boy, I need to check something out.
Now Gorn has asked me questions.
The two wizards beside him hang their canes and begin to whine about what looks like a spell in a small voice.
"Fine."
The two wizards are putting up a hood and showing their faces. One is an elderly gray-haired woman, the other is a young, chestnut-haired woman. The two look alike.
You two could be parents and kids. At the exact same time, the magic flashed upwards from the two wands, and when something glittered over the two heads, it turned into a fireball. Fireballs are one at a time, about as big around as one head. That court magician girl was making two fireballs twice that size at the same time.
What, the magic of fire? It's a shame.
"You broke the castle and killed the baron, didn't you?
"Yes."
"Did you avenge it? You were the wizard of the sword of Yveda."
The moment Gorn finished saying it, two wizards threw fireballs at Ishl.
Ishur barbed the strong wind and scorched the fireball to the side. The fireballs both blow to the side, and the fire goes out and there is no shadow or shape.
At the same time, we begin to gather winds over the sky.
"Hiya."
The reaction of the two wizards who saw it was interesting.
The old man has his hips off and his buttocks on the ground, while the young one holds the wand with both hands, getting smaller and shivering.
They're not shivering when they see my magic. Probably saw the magic that appeared on my body and scared me. When I use magic, especially when I try to use big magic, I don't know how it looks to those who can use magic and warcraft, and I don't even know if this is all reflected in the mirror. No, I don't know if it's in the mirror.
Gorn sees how frightened they are and opens his mouth gently, groaning.
But those around them began to feel the crisis in return for the fear of contagion, and they began to rise to the slaughter, and to twitch towards Ishur.
Suddenly, a fierce wind rolls behind them.
They began to circle their outer perimeter, which semi-surfaced Ishur, as tornado-like winds swept around.
Severe roars and blurred surrounding scenery on the grass and dust that can be wound up, rendering them invisible.
Only Ishur and the place where those who besiege him are dimmed, without the warmth of the sun and the wind, and suddenly covered with a different feeling as if they had been brought to a different place.
With the exception of Ishur, everyone stands still on the spot, distorting their faces to fear, and some of them are about to cry.
I guess they know by instinct. That if you touch the whirlpool of wind that blows right behind you at all, it will quickly wind your whole body up, blow you up high in the sky and fly you somewhere, or break your body multiple times, tearing your whole body apart and turning you into fine pieces of flesh when you hike it, ensuring that you lose your life.
"Wait! Wait!
Gorn claps his hands at Ishl and shouts out loud.
"Stop, stop! We pull our hands!
Ishur weakened the vortex of the wind.
To go with it, the tensions of those who were surrounding Ishur loosen up a little. Some of them got on their knees.
"Is that okay? What about the client?
Ishur glanced at the two threatening wizards and said to Gorn with a grin.
"It would be a breach of contract, but I can't help it. There's nothing higher than your own life."
"Really?"
There is no one around to speak.
"So it's like this noisy wind haunt, will you stop it"
Ishur turned off the whirlpool of wind.
Soil and dust were flown far away, and sunlight returned around them. For some reason there's still a little bit of grass left blown up, dancing around fluttering.
"If you think you're back in Ellistar, you'll hear from me soon."
Gorn said he exhales a big sigh of relief.
"I just took a look at the castle, and I didn't know the details yet, but your magic is amazing to hear."
Well, that would be the place. This one killed the barons when Gorn and the others came back from Frontera, not long ago.
Now, who's the client?
"So, can't I still teach my client? You're curious."
Ishur sat down on the ground from then on and looked again at the two wizards breathing on their shoulders and said.
I've known before that there are more warcraft around Ellistar, and a handful of bounty hunters and mercenaries are gathering from all over.
I don't seem to have that much strength, but I'm concerned about the mixing of two wizards.
"Give me a break about that. He just brokered it, and I don't even know his real client."
Ishur nods silently.
"Mr. Hoppo doesn't mind, but how did the others gather it? We didn't even have time."
Gorn looked troubled when he glanced at Hoppo for a moment.
"That's, well, a lot going on..."
"Did the client arrange a lot of things?"
At first I usually thought about the Baroness or around the Knights chief's family, but it seemed a little different.
The inner matter will be a little more complicated. There's something behind it.
If you were looking at that collapsed castle, you wouldn't have gotten my request to assassinate any of them, no matter how much money they piled up. And yet, for better or worse, there are eight of them there. I don't know if it's because Gorn is the leader, but he's the only one talking to me, and I'm sure he doesn't know anything about the rest of them, but I also find it a little odd that they're all so loud that they scream and sigh.
You're showing it to me in advance, right?
……
Gorn said with a fragrant grin when he ignored Ishl's doubts.
"What are you going to do now, boy? You can't stay in the kingdom anymore, can you? If you met Mr. Seville and the others, would you even leave the country?
Right. Is that still the way it is?
What do you say?
Ishur suddenly pissed off his eyes, staring at Gorn and then said he looked over to intimidate the people around him.
"Can you tell your client that there is no need for anyone involved in the village of Bersch? If I do anything, I'll match Brigal's eyes. of any distant country, in whatever capacity."
Gorn's face turned bright blue.
I can't wait if they take Seville and Imal hostages and tell them to obey my life, etc. Well, that's the baron or no fool like Verse would be.
"Wow, okay, 'cause I got it"
"I don't care about myself. Anything comes, I feel. It's not as big as crushing one or two castles. If you want to die, I'll try to bury a whole country."
Mix clearly and exaggerate a little.
Gorn opened his mouth gently again and shook his neck perpendicularly.
We thought that if we did it flashy using the magic of the wind, those with magic equipment would be identified to themselves and there would be no more suspicion of other people from the village of Bersch, but now we had to consider the possibility of taking and using a handful of close people as hostages.
However, as long as you're not so foolish that it doesn't make much sense to do that, the exchangers and the powerful will know.
Taking hostages and making them listen is the only way to deal with them on the spot. If you lose a hostage with something, if it loses its value, if it is recaptured, then you could perish. They will not be able to carry out heavy responsibilities and duties, such as continuing such a risky outline.
I wouldn't do that if I were a proper brainy, knowledgeable person. Those who are not decent cannot remain in the throne of power for long. The destruction of Ellistar Castle should have been enough to make them aware of what would happen if it angered those with the magic of the wind.
But still, I had to intimidate the Gorns, those behind them.
"Mr. Gorn, I will not kill you here."
Ishur said to Gorn.
Gorn thought of something to add and subtract slightly, and raised his face when he angered his shoulders slightly as to whether he had put his temper back in.
Listening to subsequent actions from Ishur, that seems to have given me up. Maybe Ishur's threat worked.
Gorn had his shoulders pissed off, but the expression was his usual face, a bit like he was strong and ate people, but with a simple tenderness.
That face used to be the same as the one directed at Ishur, who was only a child, when he was coming to the village of Bersch with a merchant escort.
"I'm sorry, kid. You're only that old."
Gorn said with a grin on its face.
"Be careful. Don't be alarmed."
The grin was just a little more lonely and sad than usual.