Julius used a scimitar that he threw out, and it was not easy for him to throw a weapon that he was becoming more familiar with and that he liked a little...... He had already treated the scimitar that Lulunaka had given him like a half-cross longsword. It's a weapon that has a completely different look and feel than the cross-sword with a straight aesthetic, and it's a bit fierce and cruel, but it's also very eye-catching.

Such a weapon was thrown by him at the black-robed man he had seen under the ground of the King's Castle - the person in front of him could never be the two people he saw at the beginning, but he gave people the feeling that he was exactly the same as the two people at the beginning.

So Julius was very decisive, and without even the slightest idea of temptation, he entered the fighting state.

The scimitar with a beautiful arc swirled in the air, rushing towards the black-robed man, and the warrior in front of him did not react, although he was wary, but he did not expect Julius to be so decisive, and to show such strong hostility to strangers who had not done anything or said anything. From their point of view, this is true...... However, the feeling on Julius's side was completely different.

The scimitar that swirled and flew in the air was definitely not something that could be ignored, and it also rushed towards the black-robed man with a very astonishing momentum. The two men were not nervous by Julius's sudden attack, and the warrior in leather armor had already drawn the long sword he was wearing at his waist, stared at Julius who was rushing over, and ran towards him. If his companion had been cut off by a scimitar like this, he would not have been assigned to this operation.

The black-robed man was indeed a little surprised at first, but not to the point of not reacting at all. The right hand in his robe was raised, and he whispered some strange muttering syllables, and the scimitar that struck him in a straight trajectory was lifted a little higher by the invisible hand. It was the wind pressure generated from under the scimitar, and it lifted the scimitar violently, sending it into the sky with momentum - which made Julius even more sure of his judgment, this is a mage.

By the time the black-robed mage disposed of the scimitar, the warrior and Julius had come close to each other. The warrior brandished his sword to block Julius's forward momentum, and after swinging several swords in succession, his sword was raised and stabbed at Julius as he flew forward. Julius's movements are easy to guess, and this indomitable courage is to be admired, but in front of a veteran like him, it is just a matter of sending his throat to the tip of his sword.

But then, Julius did not act as he wished. Just as the tip of the sword was about to touch his nose, his panicked expression suddenly changed, and the warrior could no longer see Julius' face. The warrior, who had thought he had won, was amazed that Julius had dodged his stab and suddenly leaped up and jumped over him at such a close distance. Julius's bounce was amazing, and after passing the fighter, he stomped on his shoulder, causing him to fall unsteadily and fall forward, almost making close contact with the ground. Leaning on the warrior at his feet as a fulcrum, Julius flew towards the black-robed man with a fierce momentum...... In the sight of the black-robed mage, Julius was indeed such an existence, completely blocking his vision.

When the mage raised his hand again, Julius wasn't stupidly targeted. He took something out of his bosom and threw it at the mage. The mage raised his hand, and the thing was struck by his spell like a scimitar—only unlike the scimitar that had been knocked away, it had been split and torn apart, and its contents were scattered to the ground.

Julius threw out a money bag full of coins that Mulder had given him. Because there was really nothing to throw out of his hand to distract the mage and take another spell, Julius had no choice but to throw the only thing that could be thrown out without hesitation—heartache was another matter.

Looking at the way the money bag was torn apart, Julius could be sure that the other party was using a spell similar to the wind, and he had also seen this kind of thing, it was indeed a wind blade that could divide people into four or five sections, but he didn't know who was stronger and who was weaker than the arrogant black-robed mage who had died-judging by Julius's intuition, the person in front of him was stronger than the black robe he had before.

Julius, who already had experience fighting mages, never dared to despise these beings. In Lulunaka's teachings to him, the mage is not a wonderful person who uses arcane arts, but a "fraudster". Julius also has a deep understanding of this, because you don't know how many spells are being prepared under their robes, nor how many spells they have written on the scrolls are waiting to be triggered, not to mention those magic items that are either used to save their lives or use them for sneak attacks.

The loss of a full purse is indeed a heart-wrenching thing, but compared to one's own life, a coin is just that. As the mage split the purse, Julius landed in front of him, and the cross-sword was raised, pressing against his chest and near his heart. "Close your mouth, mage!" shouted Julius, the tip of his sword pressed against the mage's body, piercing his robes. Judging by the feeling of the stab, Julius was sure that the tip of the sword had slightly pierced the mage's flesh. This slight pain was very effective, making the mage close his mouth and not dare to open his mouth - he also knew that he was a mage, and with a little movement and a slight movement of his mouth, he could use the existence of a deadly mage, and the other party seemed to know very well.

He was not wrong, Julius knew very well the strangeness of mages, and he paid a lot of tuition for it, even almost his entire life.

After asking the mage to stop, Julius could feel the warrior behind him adjust and look this way. There was no time to hesitate, Julius made a very reasonable judgment and choice - he grabbed the mage's arm, threw him at the warrior, and ran away. Before running away, he also picked up the scimitar that had fallen aside. It was a blessing for him to make up for the loss a little, and as for the coins scattered on the ground, he had no idea of it, as if he had never gotten it, and got rid of it.

By the time the black robe and the warrior had recovered, Julius had already run away and disappeared completely.

At this time, on the shores of the lake of Iznikhu, Romeona, who was sitting in contemplation, opened her eyes. She pulls out the pointer that Po gave her—the object that once belonged to Lulunaka, was given to Po, and finally landed in her hand, and has the function of pointing at a target. It used to be a pointer to Lulunaka, but it was changed by Lulunaka so that Romeona didn't know what the pointer would point. And now, the pointer is swinging slightly, showing a state of instability.