Return of the Class 8 Mage
4. Where blood cannot be seen (2)
Places Where Blood Cannot Be Seen (2)
“Damn, !”
In the middle of the night,
The soldier who almost lost his neck,
‘Jonathan’ yells at a small inn located in the corner of the provincial castle.
He was already completely drunk, with the soldiers on vacation.
“How dare he, I'll show him who I am!”
“Quiet, buddy. You will lose your neck forever. ”
“Shut! Whose side are you on?”
He raised his voice, ignoring the advice of his comrade.
“We are impartial, we are just afraid sparks can fly in our face. Take good care of yourself, and forget about it for now. The one you're trying to fight is a mage, buddy. A MAGE.”
“Huh! Guarded myself? a MAGEEE?’
Gulguk
Jonathan emptied the entire jug quickly.
“Omong empty!”
He smashed a jug on the ground.
It seemed like he did not remember Ian's warning.
“Sial! You just ruined my mood. Hey innkeeper! I'll pay for it later!”
“Master, It's been a month You ...”
“Do you think I'm a thief? Huh huh? I told you I'd pay for it!”
It seems he hasn't paid for a month.
As a small business operator, they did not dare to fight against a veteran provincial soldier.
“Mendesah...”
After Jonathan left, the innkeeper let out a deep sigh.
The other soldiers also shook their heads.
“Huh, he bragged a lot about the relationship with a noble, now look at him.”
“Even the nobles he licked would not be able to deal with witches.”
“Are you serious? Not just the little nobles he licked, but even the great landlords had to crawl under the Ivory tower. This time, Jonathan is in big trouble, hahaha.”
Everyone is now starting to take Jonathan down.
Jonathan must have had a bad reputation among co-workers as well.
“By the way, Vannesa, the girl has now got the jackpot.”
“I wondered when she first fell in love with an ugly man who looked like an oak tree, who knew she was giving birth to a witch! If I were a girl, I would rush to her as well!
“Who is the name of that oak tree-like man? He also has a master in his name, doesn't he?”
“Page... ah! Page Fran!”
“Oh yes! you're smart.”
From Jonathan, the story moves to Ian.
“Is the man also a witch?”
“Foolish man, do you think a witch always has a witch son?”
“This is not?”
“In most cases, his son is just an ordinary man.”
“Are you kidding me? How do you know that?”
“Ahem, there is always a way to find out.”
While the discussion about the fat soldier began, Jonathan was walking down the street drunk.
“I... I will do whatever it takes!”
Even walking straight was heavy for Jonathan right now.
“In front of the boy…. I will.. with Vanesssa... *burps*”.
He now hiccupped and shouted loudly.
“Hehehehe!”
Jonathan started putting on a full face .
Then he stopped by the river.
He wants to pee in it.
“Why is it uncomfortable to let go? Did you underestimate me too?”
Now he started to reprimand his belt as well.
Well, how shy is he.
“* burp *First is that witch, now you're making me beg ..?”
“Don't I tell you before? I'll keep an eye on you”
A voice suddenly came from his back.
That was when Jonathan looked back urgently.
“……!”
“Crippling.”
Jonathan's body is paralyzed and he can't move his body anymore.
He couldn't look back any further, couldn't run.
The only thing he could do was breathe.
“You won't be able to move for a while. That's how this magic works.”
The voice of the little boy was enough to understand the situation.
Again, witch, Ian.
“What else did you say? What are you going to do with my mom, in front of me?”
Jonathan fights against magic.
A vein appeared on his forehead.
“This is Jonatan's story. One day, she is insulted by the demeaning daughter of a kitchen maid, she drinks that night to forget the humiliation. He drank until he was completely unconscious, and there were witnesses at the inn.”
That's jonathan's story today.
“Although he lost control, he wanted to urinate and his bodily instincts brought him to the riverbank. However, the riverbank was slippery, and no one could help him. Hmm, it does look very dangerous, for people who are heavily drunk.”
Ian finished the story, then pushed Jonathan into the river.
*demolish!*
Jonathan fell into the river and his head reached the river first.
If Ian left her like that, she would drown.
“I think about it a lot, should I spill blood again? The reason I researched the dragon chant, was to wipe the blood on my hands. If I can turn the clock back, I swear that I will not spill the blood of innocent people, make my own choices without regret.”
His voice was small, Jonathan might not be able to hear this story.
“But actually, maybe that's not what I want. Now I can see it thanks to you.”
Ian continued his story.
Maybe, that's my solution now.
“I found that I do not want to wipe the blood. But just don't want anyone else to see the blood on my hands. That's what I don't like.”
Another face of the Every War hero.
A stigma, that innocent victims were involved in his slaughter.
Now, Jonathan's struggle almost stopped
“In any way, don't forgive my actions. A man who poisoned me once said this to me also ”
What did the Emperor think?
Now, Ian could guess a little.
Ian went back to the Inn, not his house.
The size of the small hut that mother and son had was too small, to accommodate the large-bodied Aaron.
So they decided to stay at the nearest inn.
Ian and his mother use the same room and Aaron lives next door.
“I feel a headache.”
Ian safely arrived at the inn.
He had felt a headache ever since he returned to the inn.
It was a reaction due to insufficient mana in his body.
‘Don't expect one crippling spell to have emptied my mana’
He hoped he wouldn't be able to use it twice.
Body of a small child, who has not started ‘breath mana’.
The quantity of mana throughout this body must be small.
There was still a limit to Ian's body, although it could potentially be an 8th grade later.
“Luck his reaction ended as a headache.”
As the red heart twists the blood flow, the Mana heart builds up, and twists the mana.
Of course, there are limits to stacking mana as well.
Witches call it ‘pool mana’.
All Ian needs to improve now is his mana group.
He still remembered all the spell mechanisms.
‘I better start which meditation from now.’
There are several ways to increase the mana pool permanently.
Which breath is one of the most standard ways to improve it.
A special way of breathing which heart is located inside the heart.
In particular, which breath Ian created was superior.
Much more efficient compared to the breath where the academy.
‘I often imagine, what if I find out which breath this is earlier.’
He discovered this mana breath when he was 34 years old.
Even starting a new breath too late, it allowed him to grow even further.
‘What level can I reach from now, this time?’
Furthermore, an unprecedented genius young mage was now going to the academy.
They will support him as much as they can.
‘I can lure many elixers. in addition, even artifacts.’
How strong can I be?
I can't even imagine the outcome.
‘Come start.’
Ian sat.
It was necessary to do a mana breath to calm his headache.
Ian tried as calmly as possible not to disturb his mother's sleep.
He could see that his face was getting better.
Read the latest chapter in the novel Only
Was it because of a brighter future for his precious only son?
It seems he forgot about the soldier.
‘That's a relief.’
The first day he was traveling, time,
He felt comfortable and started to focus on which breath