Chapter 120: v7c11

Almark runs.

The scenery around him flowed by as if flying.

When was the last time he had run as fast as he could?

When Eldo was kidnapped by Jalanon, he had run rather hard, but he had not dared to run at full speed because he did not want to separate too much from Torque, who was following behind him.

　Now, Almark was running as fast as he could toward the dormitory without hesitation.

　The guard standing in the middle of the road rolled his eyes at how fast he was running.

"Go to the dormitory."

The girl's plaintive cries were driving Almark on.

　"Before it's too late."

He didn't know what would be too late.

But when he heard the girl's cry, a sense of frustration arose in Almark's heart that he was now on the verge of losing something incredibly important.

　He could not help but start running.

Soon, he reached the dormitory.

The dormitory was just as normal. There was no noise, no sign of life.

　That's right. Everyone was out for the martial arts tournament.

　(Inside.)

　Almark takes one look and sees that there is nothing out of the ordinary on the outside, and runs inside the dorm.

He feels a slight feeling.

　The moment he enters the hallway of the dormitory, Almark smells it.

The smell of rot.

　(Where did it come from?)

He quickly figures it out.

　(Upstairs.)

　Almark runs up the stairs.

　As outside, there is no one to be seen inside the dormitory. Only the sound of Almark running up the stairs echoes in the quiet dormitory.

　The third-floor .

　The source of the rotten smell is near.

　(This is probably.)

　(...... my room.)

　Instinctively, Almark sensed it.

　He runs down the corridor.

The closer he gets, the stronger the smell becomes.

　Almark opens the door to his room.

　His eyes widen.

A black-robed figure stands there, with his back to Almark.

　He could not tell if it was a man or a woman.

　Even through the robe, the magic power exuding from the figure's body told that he was a powerful magician.

　The strangely shaped wand in his hand emitted a devilish magic power, which was directed at a point in Almark's room.

　Almark did not see who or what it was.

　He kicked the person in the back as hard as he could as he tried to turn around.

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"Gahaha!"

A voice of a man.

　The staggered man still turned to face Almark.

　His staff was outstretched.

　Listen to me, when you're dealing with a magician,"

The voice of his father comes flooding back.

“You can do it in a single thrust, without uttering a sound.”

Before any magic could be launched from the wand, Almark had leap into its bosom.

He slams his tightly clenched right fist into its head.

　The hood flaps open, exposing his opponent's face.

　A wrinkled, lifeless face. The hair is pure white. The smell of decay.

A man he has never seen before.

　In any case, he is an enemy.

　Armed with the smart judgment of a mercenary, Almark strikes another blow to the man's face.

As the man sprawls out, he kicks him in the gut with all his might.

The man was thrown to the wall and crouched down with a gasp.

　Almark looked at the place where the man's wand had been pouring its magic power.

　There was the long sword, Almark's partner in crime.

And a wooden stick that was given to him by Maia at the end of his vacation.

　That's it.

Almark looked again at the man crouching down.

　Should he take the stick away from him and block his movement?

　That's when he thought,

"I told you to take a sigh, didn't I?"

He heard his father's words.

Almark's body was as still as a rock.

The man laughed, his face twisted without uttering a sound. Blood dripped from his mouth.

　(When did he use magic on me?)

　He didn't even show any sign of it.

　At that moment, Almark heard footsteps behind him.

Another man in a black robe slowly appears from the corridor.

(What a nonsense. There was another man in the hallway?)

　(There was no sign of him. )

　Almark turned his barely moving eyes frantically in that direction.

A black robe and a strangely shaped wand.

　It was this man's magic that blocked Almark's movement.

　The man was not wearing a hood.

　His face was wrinkled and lifeless.

　He looked exactly the same as the man crouching in front of him

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