Chapter 39: The Helpless Little Magician

Only then did Agnotes realize a reality that had made his heart fall from the peak of shock to the bottom at once—the child he had saved at the Sleeping Dryad had disappeared with Anna. He immediately realized the gravity of the matter.

But what is behind this portal?

A loyal friend?

A trap for a wisher?

Have a trip to go and never go back?

Or was it an elaborate massacre?

Agnoides thought to himself, looking up for an answer in Mihat's eyes, only to see the young man of the Duosec staring motionlessly down at the door that might lead to death.

"Aninotes, now I'll ask you. Do you believe me?" Mihart's voice fell word by word on the little magician's heart.

You, believe me?

As if he had guessed something, Dalaniel grabbed Mihat's arm and said loudly, "Mihat, what do you want to do?

"What? Mage Daraniel, do you think I'm going to rush through this portal that leads somewhere?" Mihart replied in a deliberately relaxed tone, "But, that's Arisen. So, I'm sorry!"

Mikhat said, and his body jerked to the left!

In terms of strength, Dalaniel was naturally invincible to Mihart. The Dosek boy threw him to the ground with ease, jumped into the portal and disappeared without a trace.

Aninotes watched Mihart's back disappear into the orange light, and immediately followed without hesitation, leaping before Dalanier could get up from the ground and stop him!

And the portal, the next second that Aninotes entered, disappeared in place with a "poof".

Disappeared again?

Gone again!

"No, no, no, ridiculous, stupid, ridiculous, stupid, ridiculous, stupid!" Dalaniel, looking at the empty ground, flew into a rage, and angrily slammed his fist into his chest.

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As long as my heart hasn't stopped beating,

As long as my blood hasn't clotted into ice,

As long as my breath is not deprived by the gods,

I will serve both of you with all my might,

Even if you give your life, you have no regrets!

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As long as our eyes can discern loyalty,

As long as our ears can hear the advice,

As long as our souls can feel faithful,

We are willing to do everything in our power to protect you,

Even if you are ruined, you will not hesitate!

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Mikhat felt that the space around him was forcibly distorted, and the ground, the sky, the trees, the moon, and even his own body were all turned into countless parallel lines, twisting and spinning rapidly.

It's exactly the same as when you switch between reality and fantasy, only it's more recognizable.

That guy from Agnosis, he's going to come with him, right?

Because I believe in him. Because he believed in me too.

Isn't it?

Mihart thought in his heart that he would follow the little magician, but he was not completely sure.

At this moment, the distortion of space stopped.

Beneath his feet was the wet ground, and the air was filled with a rotten and dark smell, and a pungent stench came to his face.

Mihart hurriedly covered his nose with his hand. All around was a sticky darkness, and through the faint glow of the portal, he caught a glimpse of the cold stone walls, clumps of moss, and sturdy iron windows.

Hell, it's a prison cell!

Behind him, the portal's orange glow flickered, a sign of spell instability.

Damn it!

That Aninotes, why hasn't he come yet?

Don't...... Isn't he going to come?

A cold worry and a cold glint of panic came to Mihart's heart, and finally combined into a sharp knife, which pierced through the softest part of his heart.

Just when Mikhat almost knew that his trust was about to be betrayed, Aninotes suddenly fell out of the portal and slammed into him, and the spatial portal engraved in the magic scroll finally died after playing its part.

Mihart hugged the unbalanced little magician.

Between his arms was the familiar boy, and the negative emotions in his heart immediately disappeared, and even a trace of complicated guilt was born because of his wavering trust in him.

The two were thrown into the silent darkness.

"You're here?" said Mihat, in a low voice.

"Of course," replied Aninotes.

"Do you think I'm going to leave you alone?" asked the little magician.

Mihart was silent for a moment before replying, "No, I'm sorry, I left you alone." ”

"Hmph, I can't let you die for nothing. So, where are we?" although Aninotes's tone was as arrogant as ever, Mikhat could clearly feel it, and the little magician's body trembled violently after hearing his apology.

"It's a cell. Can you use your magic to perceive your surroundings?" asked Mihart. Although the enchanted leather armor increased his perception, the buffs provided by the leather armor were dwarfed by the mage's perception.

But this time, the gifted little magician was unexpectedly silent.

"What's wrong with you?" Mikhat sensed that something seemed to be wrong.

Agnoides fell to the ground and replied with a cry, "Mihat." I... I can't do ......."

Didn't Aninotes, who knew everything about Arisen's theft in the Sleeping Dryant Inn, say that every move of everyone in the inn couldn't escape his senses?

"Why?" said Mirhat, puzzled.

The little magician finally cried out in fear: "Because, in... In this cell, I even... I can't even feel the slightest bit of magical energy in my body!"

Fear, like a suspicious pit viper, crawled silently towards Aninotes, winding swiftly from his ankles, immobilizing the little magician's entire body. Before Michart could react, he suddenly struggled to get up from the ground, stood up tremblingly, solemnly closed his eyes, and covered his head.

Mikhat didn't interrupt him, but stared at him silently through the thick darkness.

As Mihart expected, in a moment, there was an intermittent sound of the little magician's aggrieved sobs in the darkness, Mihart sighed, stepped forward, put his hands on Agnosis's shoulders, and dragged his tear-stained chin with his thumb, making him look up at himself.

"Aninotes, don't worry, okay?"

The little magician's tears fell faster.

"Can you tell me what the hell is going on?"

Shake one’s head.

"Did you get wounded in the battle?"

Shake one’s head.

The reason why Aninotes has a somewhat perverse personality is partly due to the fact that he usually lives alone and is alone, but more because he has extraordinary magical talent and excellent magical prowess. But now he couldn't even feel the slightest bit of magical energy in his body, let alone cast any illusions or source magic.

Mihart was able to understand Agnites' feelings, as if he had forgotten all the martial arts his father had taught. No, after thinking about it carefully, he realized that in comparison, the situation of the little magician was not known how many times worse!

If you lose your powerful martial arts, you still have a strong physique, and you can still hold a short sword and complete some slashing actions that ordinary people can do. But what about Aninotes, who had lost his magic, Mikhat suspected that if he brought in an ordinary boy of his age who didn't know any martial arts or magic, he would probably be able to beat him all over the ground.

Michart listened to the sobs of Aninotes and did not know what to do to help and comfort him. He could only gently pat his back with his hand, and tried to soothe the fear in his heart with words that he felt pale and weak.

Gradually, the little magician came to his senses, and he wiped the tears from his face with his sleeve and stopped crying.

Only then did Aninotes smell the pungent fishy stench, and a piece of blood rolled in his chest, and he almost vomited.

"Julianos (God of Wisdom and Logic, one of the Eight Great Gods.) Chapter 27 mentions it, what the hell does this smell like!" Anitates cried out in a choked voice.

"You stay here, I'll go around and explore. With that, Mishart took a step forward, and after a few steps, he kicked on a soft mass and nearly fell. He hurriedly stepped back, turned back and asked Aninotes, "Do you have a way to light up the surroundings now?" I just kicked something. ”

When Agnoides heard this, he knew that he had no ill will towards him without Mikhat's explanation. He reached into his robe and pulled out two crystal clear magic gems. He picked up one piece in one hand and slammed it hard into the other. It took five attempts before a crack appeared on the surface of the two gems that extended inward, and a soft white glow shot out from within.

Aninotes handed the gem in his right hand to Michat, and said sullenly, "In normal times, I only need to inject a little magic energy into the gems, and they will glow." But now, I definitely can't do it. Thankfully, I've injected energy into these gems before, and now I can smash them to pieces, barely provoking a little energy response. It's not particularly bright, but it's okay to use. ”

"It's already pretty good. Besides, a little dim light is not necessarily a bad thing, and the enemy fled here with Arison hostage, and he has not been seen yet. If the light is too bright, it will not be good. Michart showed a rare calmness, following the light and looking down ahead, seeing clearly what he had just kicked.

It was a bloody skeleton, and Mihat could barely make out the approximate location of the head, limbs, and torso by its shape. Its limbs are shriveled and wilted, and its cracked and dehydrated body is covered in a charred semi-fluid, which appears to be a mixture of necrotic tissue and ash in terms of color and character. But it's not the source of that disgusting stench.

Beneath this charred corpse, Mihart saw the fur of a demonic beast.

The fur of the shadowless sand fox.