1276 Wandering Magician (1/2)
Upon seeing this scene, Katarina's body took a step back uncontrollably as her mind fell silent.
Two seconds later, she opened her mouth and let out a male voice:
”Hey, little raven.”
Without waiting for the young man to respond, Katarina smiled and said, ”Aren't you looking down on me by bringing just a few avatars?
”Could it be that you're a mailman, specifically here to deliver me Beyonder ingredients?
”Tell me, what kind of cooperation do you want? I don't hate you too much. After all, what happened back then was planned by that zealot. The mastermind was Alista Tudor, and you can only be considered an accomplice.”
The man opposite ”Him” caught the crown that was covered in rust and blood. ”He” straightened up and shook ”His” head with a smile.
”I have my reservations in cooperating with you after hearing your voice. Why don't you get Sauron and Einhorn to talk to me?”
”Tsk, tsk. It's been so many years, yet you're still as willful as a child. Do you still remember who was responsible for carrying you when you were still a baby? Who was the one who burned away your hair?” The Red Angel evil spirit mocked without any compromises.
The young man opposite ”Him” used ”His” empty hand to straighten ”His” monocle and calmly turned around before walking out the door without any hesitation.
During this process, ”He” sighed softly.
”Childish.”
Seeing that Amon had no intention of stopping, the Red Angel fell silent for a few seconds. Before the other party walked out of the room, it controlled Katarina's body and chuckled.
”Don't think that I don't know what you want to do, but it doesn't matter. Since you don't have the same thoughts as that zealot, then there's room for cooperation.”
Amon stopped and turned halfway to look at Demoness of White Katarina, who was possessed by the Red Angel evil spirit.
The monocle on ”His” right eye seemed to glimmer slightly.
…
Awwa County, in a city that was being rebuilt after war, inside a bar which had burn marks.
”Toby, did you add too much damned water to your beer?” A man wearing an old cap took the cup and took a sip. He couldn't help but complain.
The boss, who doubled up as bartender, wiped his cup and snorted.
”Do you still remember the alcohol ban from before? Olić, you should be thankful that you even have alcohol to drink!”
The burly man, who was named Olić, murmured a few words before he focused on drinking his beer.
Beside him was a bronze-skinned man with rolled-up sleeves. He looked up and surveyed the area.
”I heard that the alcohol ban will soon be lifted because Feynapotter's food will soon be sent over. Also, Feysac and Intis will pay reparations with plenty of food!”
”I can only say that I hope so. May the Lord watch over us.” The bar owner, Toby, had just responded when he heard the door open.
He looked up and saw a young man who seemed to be a wandering magician walk in.
This man was wearing a long black robe and a classic top hat. He walked to the bar counter and sat on a high stool.
”A cup of Southville beer.” The man placed several copper pence on the counter.
The burly man named Olić turned his head to look at the stranger and asked curiously, ”Not from around here? A magician?”
The young man, who didn't have any outstanding features, laughed and said, ”Yes, the magic that I'm best at is to satisfy the wishes of people.”
Olić immediately whistled.
”What did I hear?
”To satisfy the wishes of people!?
”Lord, there's a fellow pretending to be a deity here!”
This teasing caused everyone to burst into laughter.
The young man who claimed to be a magician wasn't angry. He smiled and said, ”That's just a special magic trick.”
Olić gulped down a mouthful of bland beer and laughed.
”Then fulfill my wish and let this stingy boss treat me to a glass of beer.”
”Alright.” The young man in a black robe raised his right hand and tapped lightly on the table.
With the glass slamming onto the counter loudly, the bar owner poured a glass of beer and pushed it in front of Olić. Then, he retracted his hand and repeated his glass wiping.
This scene that seemed familiar to him stunned Olić. He shouted blankly,
”Toby, you know him?”
”No.” The boss, Toby, glanced at Olić like he was a fool.
”…” Olić raised the glass of beer with uncertainty and took a careful sip to see if Toby would make him pay for it.
Seeing that the bar owner no longer bothered with him, the burly man turned his head in surprise and looked at the young man in a black robe and a tall hat.
”How did you do it?
”I told you that it's a special magic trick.” The young man leisurely drank a mouthful of Southville beer.