I restrained Ruin, a noir mage in a state of relaxation, with a rope generated by earthly sorcery, before hitting the cure of the Peter faction.
Peter seemed confused initially, and when I approached him for treatment, holding him back to shelter his ears, he said, "I still can't finish my eagle here!" He slammed his right straight into my face in a frenzy and became a horseback rider, and there was also a case of Meir stabbing Peter in the back with a wooden carving knife for the autoem that was loaded on the carriage, but he managed to take his life and is now completely calm.
Since the stabbed area was at stake, it was a position where there could have been instant death if Peter had not been an artificial organ, but it is now a very healthy one.
It was easier to treat because I was rather an adult.
In one way or another, the mental damage to Meir, who for the first time in his life would have deliberately stuck a blade at people, seemed greater.
Meir was sloppy and sweaty for a while, shaking her hand that had the knife, but she managed to calm down when I was stroking her back, and now she's lying down in the carriage resting.
At first I tried to keep one dying Peter next to Meir, but he gave me back, "I'm so glad you feel, but Meir just feels a little sick, so look at the others..."
The treatment of the other Peter's men is over, and I meet Peter face to face with a slightly swollen cheek because of the beating from the front.
"As one goes, the treatment is over. Nevertheless, a lot of people had damage to their bones and organs... so you should have the material exactly aligned and then replaced again, not a substitute that you misled and conformed with witchcraft with something. Until you get familiar with your body, you won't be able to move as you used to, and you'll be absolutely at rest for a while... Mr. Peter was shallow in his injuries, so he would still be better off compared to the others..."
"Well, yes... you put a lot of effort into it..."
Peter was stretching and fisting repeatedly, as he doubted how his arms were doing.
Maybe my arms aren't moving very well.
When he sees how Peter is doing, one of his men, who was beside him, takes Peter's arm softly.
"That's crazy. Totally, my arm bones were supposed to be broken..."
"That pile, it also seemed to be engraved with an irreversible technique that interfered with healing..."
... somewhere, would I be wrong?
Blah, blah, healing magic is dominated by warcraft experiments, and I haven't had much experience doing it to my human counterparts.
I read the book to the point of rotting, and in my spare time I myself made improvements to this and the existing surgical formula to deepen my awareness of healing magic, so I have quite a bit of myself when it comes to knowledge, but I'm overwhelmingly inexperienced.
Warcraft doesn't bother to sue me, whether my body remains defective or not.
"... I don't have much practical experience with treatments, and I'm sorry if there's anything I can't get to"
"Yes, no, that's not a problem... You, Baron Phage's hired, runaway magician. Abel Belake from the Marlen tribe."
Peter seemed to have something on his mind as he looked to explore me.
"Mr. Peter, can I ask you something about what happened here?
Peter slowly opens his lips with bright red lipstick on his heavy weight after showing a constant bare gesture of patrolling.
"… there is the ancient diocese of Kudr, supposedly built before the founding of the kingdom of Dinlat. Behind there, an ancient weapon, the Wand of Destruction, suggested to exist in the heritage of Kudorism, may be asleep."
Where Peter had said so much, his men beside him shook his shoulders frighteningly and said, 'Are you okay?' I look at Peter's face to make sure.
Peter turned away from his men.
"Ha, wand of destruction!?
It's also the biggest factor that collectors have gotten involved with me.
A legendary wand that a collector who was walking around collecting legendary weapons from all over the world could not finally grasp even its destination.
That is the 'wand of destruction'.
Unworthy, treasure in treasure.
Even I'm interested in being a magician.
He swallowed the sawdust, leaned forward toward Peter and brought his face closer.
Peter strayed his back to keep his distance from me.
"The eagle was here for the destruction of the 'Wand of Destruction', under the clandestine orders of the Kingdom.... there, plotting to plunder the Wand of Destruction, those children obstructed me... this Zama."
"To those kids...?
I glance at Ruin with a soulless expression.
... that kid interrupted you? Yes, no, it's plural, so I'm sure someone else interrupted me.
At best, is Ruin, like, a lookout chore or something?
"I need a favor. There must be two of them who entered the ancient cathedral first. A good man and a big man with an iron mask. Neither of them are even from the kingdom of Dingrat. Once they have the Wand of Destruction in their hands, this kingdom of Dingrat will be finished. I don't know if I can ask you to do this. But there's no one else I can ask for. Before the two of us go in first, get to the bottom of it… Could you break the Wand of Destruction? If you want to thank me, I'll give you as much as you want. You're a weasel... even if you look like this, you have a lot of status and wealth."
I was secretly hanging a balance in my head.
Do you want to break the 'Wand of Destruction' and receive a gratuity from Peter… or do you want me to give you the 'Wand of Destruction' so you can escape Peter?
For a moment I thought about it and concluded that I should check the performance of The Wand of Destruction before thinking about it.
The legend is exaggerated. Plus, there's too little information about the 'wand of destruction'.
I opened the lid and it was just garbage... which could also mean that it was just garbage.
"Okay, Mr. Peter! Even for the future of the kingdom of Dinrat, I will surely try to destroy my wand!
"Leave it to me... That's why I'm not going. The eagle is now moving more or less because of Abel. When it comes to Kudr, I have the confidence that this kingdom of Dinrat is familiar. I'll accompany you because there might be something I can do to help. I know a little bit about the trio, including the Noir people there."
"Yeah... yes, that's dependable..."
... Have you been on guard?
When I was deeply disappointed, a calm, plain monastic girl rose, far from dressed as a frigid and obscure Peter's men, distorting her face to anger and pointing her finger at Peter.
"How dare you, that's what came out of your mouth! Travelers, don't be fooled! This demon is trying to exploit the power of God of Law..."
Where the girl went that far, one of Peter's men, who was sneaking from behind, gagged and tightened his neck, stopping the girl from speaking.
"Never mind. She hasn't lost her shock yet and seems to have been in a state of confusion."
Peter's men, who were strangling the girl, told me pale.
So, but now, it's like he was obviously trying to tell me something...