The adventurers tasked with ambushing the mages are in a difficult situation, and Frick, who has rushed to the north side of Lemongrass, is also in trouble. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Ever since the monster attack forcibly created a gap due to the flames on the southern front, it has begun to concentrate in that direction. After that, the pressure on other sides was lightened, and it seemed that all the creatures that had their eyes on the village had concentrated on the south side, no longer bothering with the difficult defenses around them.

As a result, most of the soldiers were concentrated by the centurion in the position where the defense line collapsed, and the strong firepower of the mechanic gun was used to suppress the monsters that tried to break through the gap in the wall. As the fighting intensified in the distance, all that remained of the soldiers patrolling the village was a few of the light mechanics.

Of course, the weapons they have are not enough to easily shoot monsters, but they are barely enough as a warning and reserve in case of an emergency. Captain Cadiz Milt ordered them to patrol the village and sound the alarm in case of any abnormality.

Perhaps the soldiers were still skeptical of Sir Leinster's words, but in the face of the current situation, they all cheered up. The enemy is more cunning than they initially thought, and with the support of a mage, they can't be too vigilant.

Compared to the north side, where heavy fighting had erupted, the southern part of Lemongrass was barely affected, and the country house where the master had taken refuge in the center of the village was completely shrouded in dead silence. Compared to the distance, where roars and beast roars mingled, there was no tension in the vicinity.

The status quo was unfavorable for those who attempted to attack Lemonglas, and all their actions were targeted. Even if they were able to control the actions of the monsters, the magic power of the maintenance spell could not be endless, and there was a limit to the number of monsters that could be used by them.

Hopefully, things are turning out for the better, as the fragile border village has seen its defenses rise dramatically thanks to the military and mage. The countermeasures designed by Sir Leinster are working normally, and the soldiers are armed to stop the monsters.

Although Frick did not know who they really were, nor did he know what their purpose was, if he was one of them, he would probably consider retreating here in the face of too difficult operations...... Unless their goals are far more important than the losses they pay.

-- and that may be the case.

As Flick hurried to his destination, rushing past a low-slung cabin along a path paved with gravel and wood, a strange feeling arose in his heart. Although the other side did not concentrate its fire in this direction, it was still too quiet near the southern line.

The flow of mana near Lemongrass had been thrown into chaos due to the continuous casting of spells by both sides, and although Frick felt that the air around him was filled with a large amount of magic that had been scattered due to the destruction of spells, it was difficult to really catch it with his three-legged cat-level magic perception.

He tried to use a blank piece of paper to capture a few fragments of mana for analysis, but the only information he got was that they were now in a very inconsistent state. In his opinion, this sense of incongruity also suggests that the "quietness" that fills the air is someone deliberately covering up the traces of their actions.

Frick's way of thinking that he would be suspicious when he sees anything might normally be teased for being suspicious, but tonight it saved his life. After pausing to investigate the cycle of magic on a blank sheet of paper, his tense nerves seemed to catch something slightly different in the vicinity.

The different magical reactions were only for a split second, and in the blink of an eye, his body acted before his brain could react. The white paper between the two fingers was thrown out with great force, and at the same time, the body jumped backwards with the force of both feet, out of the position where it had been standing.

The blue-white electric light made a cacophony like the chirping of insect swarms, and a series of dazzling electric sparks erupted around the white paper that had been thrown out. In the center of the white paper, which carried many different magical powers, a piece of pitch-black metal showed a sharp edge, tearing the fragile paper into two pieces.

Flick, who had escaped for his life in a prescient sense, suddenly broke out in a layer of cold sweat, if he hadn't retreated instantaneously just now, his defenseless body would have been pierced by the sharp blade stabbed from front of him instead of white paper. To be precise, it was the white paper that became his stand-in and blocked the sword for him - and before that, he hadn't even seen where the blade was coming from, but had just luckily sensed the movement of the magic.

That enemy had probably been lurking in the darkness using the spells of the Stealth System, waiting to attack whoever passed by on this path - perhaps Frick. The box handed to him by Sir Leinster exudes a special magical power, and undoubtedly becomes a bait to attract the attention of the other party.

I don't know if I'm being used as cheese by Urs Lehenster, but if so, the "iron clip" used to catch the other party should also be moved. Unfortunately, however, reinforcements did not arrive, and the other side hid in the shadows after a failed blow.

He wasn't so naïve as to run away with his tail between his legs after a failed blow, especially if the other party was attracted by the items he was holding. The enemy is in the dark and in the light, and it can almost be said that the most passive state is the attacker, and it is very likely that the attacker is just lurking in a dark corner waiting for the next opportunity to attack.

However, he was not without chance, as the lightning that had burst from the paper brought to his attention the figure of the enemy hidden in the shadows. Even though it was only a few seconds, Frick was able to capture information that could be used for "recording" and took targeted measures.

He took a deep breath and lifted his spirit to refine his magic, and at the same time, his right hand reached into the satchel on his waist and took out thirteen pieces of paper, nine of which were unused white paper, and four of which had some words written on them. The other hand reached into his bosom and pinched the dagger for self-defense.

Since the other party is a sorcerer - or an assassin related to a sorcerer - he may not understand how the scrivener uses magic to fight. It undoubtedly turned into a gamble, and Frick's entire net worth was weighed on the jackpot of the other party's ignorance of his own information.

Of course, he knew that there was a lot of luck in being able to block the opponent's frontal assault with the white paper carrying magic power before, and it was very likely that he would be killed by the opponent if he tried it again. But instead of giving up resistance and waiting to be killed, he would rather be a gambler and gamble with the other party.

"Ah...... Damn, my dice luck has always been bad. ”

Whispering about the bad luck of pushing himself to this point, Frick gritted his teeth and began to slowly unleash the magic that had been refined. With his head at the center, the slowly overflowing magic merged into the cycle of natural magic, and then rolled a portion of the scattered fragments back into Frick's body.

It is well known that sorcerers can extend their magic as an extension of their senses, allowing them to become eyes and ears to observe their surroundings. Those who are proficient in perceptual spells can even use their magic to sense the breath of the creatures around them, and at the same time understand their movements. However, many people don't seem to know that the Scrivener's ability to investigate intelligence is actually better than that of a mage of the same level.

Knowing intelligence is the basis of all operations, and putting it into action without knowing anything about the situation will only put yourself in danger. In contrast to the sorcerer, who uses magic to interfere with information to create phenomena, the scrivener has to grasp the overall situation and record it by observing a little bit of information.

How would a person who was content with a peaceful life react if he was inadvertently attacked by an assassin? It is usually nothing more than fear or anger, and at most only the murderous intent to fight back against the enemy. However, at this time, Flick's heart did not fluctuate at all, and he was so calm that he was surprised by himself.

Instead of almost boiling emotions, all that was pouring into his mind was mere data—the magic of nature, the flow of air, and the scent of living things...... All kinds of information are reflected in the form of data in his thinking, which makes his thoughts more stable.

The nine blank sheets of paper in his hand seemed to be pulled away from Frick's hand by some force, and flew aimlessly around him. It was as if they had been swept into a wind that was invisible to the naked eye, and they flew up and down with a "whoosh-" sound.

Clang!

In the next moment, three of the white pieces of paper flying beside him collided with something, making a crunch sound like metal swords colliding with each other. Immediately afterward, several jet-black knives were bounced off the trajectory by the magic attached to the paper, and they fell into the corner of the street after cutting an arc in the air.

And at the same time that those throwing knives were bounced off the white paper, the words depicted on the remaining four sheets of paper in Frick's hand also emitted a slight faint light. They trembled slightly to absorb the magic around them, and then they went out with incredible speed in the direction from which the throwing knives had come from.

Although both scribes and sorcerers often say, "Words have power, and the pen is sharper than the sword," we also need to have the strength to fight with others. Especially when your life is threatened, both pen and text can be used to attack enemy items.

In fact, he felt in his heart that the spells used by the attackers were quite powerful, far surpassing those academic magicians in the imperial capital. Especially the strange way of mana flow, even if he used his mana at maximum efficiency now, he could barely capture information about the other party.

I have to say that it is simply a technique specially developed for covert action, so that the user almost merges with the air. If it weren't for the fact that the user had to live in darkness, this technology would have left its mark on the spell shelves of the Empire's major libraries.