Almark, breathing roughly, managed to support his body, which was about to fall.
The magic is almost empty.
They forced a few untrained magic into their bodies, releasing it bullshit from all over their bodies.
Rather, it is so strange that consciousness is still retained.
If the weapon hadn't rolled in my hand, I'd have been hit.
Almark looks at the stick on his right hand.
I swung it off my mind earlier, but it doesn't have one scratch on it.
Outreach, a sturdy stick.
Hi, looks like these guys were after this stick.
Well, what's going on?
Once again, it was when Almark laid eyes on two mages falling on the floor.
Strange things happened.
From the two bodies, the sound of a shrug began to sound.
Smoke rises along with odor.
While I wondered, the men could disappear with all that smoke, including the robe that was wrapped around them.
All that's left is two copper coins rolling on the floor.
From what I can see, that copper coin has some kind of intricate tattoo on it with black paint.
Right, the art of change?
Almark understood.
These two magicians were not real people, but copper coins.
Even when it comes to the art of change, it's like magic that changes the appearance of things at any time, not on a magical spot.
Higher magic that Almark has never even heard of yet.
Earlier, it's also logical that I didn't feel any sign of another man.
After Almark entered the room, this copper coin that was placed in the hallway must have turned into a magician.
Still, who did this for what purpose?
At that moment, Almark jumped.
Gather all the power you have left in your body and leap into the window.
The feeling of your back being slashed thoroughly, along with the sound of the glass breaking.
I jumped right after I admitted I was new in the hallway, but I couldn't make it.
It was cut with something like a wind blade.
Still get in position in the air and land somehow.
At the same time as the landing, bright red blood splashed across the ground.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
I heard a voice from over my head.
Fluffy, coming down slowly like a fluffy dance is a man in a black robe.
Wrinkled face.
Strange shaped wand.
Exactly the same face as the other two, same appearance.
Still got the copper coin?
"I thought I'd cut off each of those right arms and bring them home."
Looking at the man who slowly stepped down in front of himself, Almark thinks.
No.
The number of wrinkles running on your face is clearly low.
A little younger than the two of us just now?
The man throws down the two copper coins he had in his left hand looking boring.
"Copper coins are the power of copper coins."
Almark understands.
This man is stronger than the two of us just now.
"It's hard to be standing."
The man told Almark.
"If you give me all that magic you can barely work out, my heart will usually stop on the spot."
Almark measures the distance from the man with his eyes.
A little far to the distance you can step into in one step.
"Stay away from me, no more"
The man said, as if he had read Almark's mind.
'Cause if they hit me with that on my right hand, I wouldn't.
"Is this stick what you're after?"
said Almark.
Just speak up, my vision is about to stain white.
I can't stop bleeding on my back either.
The wound seems deeper than I thought.
Physical limits are close.
"Who are you people? What is this stick?"
"If you don't know, you better know."
The man said without a scratch.
"You want to talk to me and buy me some time till someone gets here."
The man sticks out his wand.
"I'm not riding, it's in my hand."
I was waiting for that moment.
At that moment when the man stuck out his wand, Almark stepped in at once.
At the distance it reached in one step of Almark, there was a sticking out man's wand.
It was at the same time that Almark's stick bounced off the man's wand and the man's magic activated.
When the high risen cane fell to the ground and made a dull noise, Almark was once again deprived of his physical freedom.
"Danger. Danger."
said the man.
"If you were a good lord, you'd be faster than my magic."
I distort my face, and I laugh, even though I'm sorry.
"But I thought of something nice."
The man turns his back on Almark and picks up his wand.
"We never touch it anyway."
That's what I say. I point to the stick in Almark's hand.
"I can't solve any more magic right now than your Lord has ruined both pieces of copper coin."
Almark's right hand slowly raises.
A man laughed when he saw it.
I need you to take responsibility for that.
Almark felt his body move independently of his will.
My legs come forward.
One, two steps.
"If we don't touch it, let the touching carry it."
The man laughs without speaking up.
"Let them come with me. You don't have to worry about going home."