The arcane insight skill then showed the stat of the flamboyant knight.[This is the stat of the subject in front of youName: Flamboyant Knight (?)Danger level: mediumSpeed: lowEndurance: lowMagic energy: 6300/6300 Equipment magic barrier: 10000/10000Magic affinity: windMagic weakness: fireKnown abilities: ????Stolen spell detected: 1 master level spell]As Sam delved into the stat revealed by his arcane insight, a sense of urgency washed over him. The flamboyant knight standing before him bore traits that hinted at a connection to the group that had stolen the old wizard's spell. Whether he was a member or merely in possession of one of their master-level spells remained unclear, shrouded in mystery that even the system couldn't unravel with arcane insight.With the knight's attributes laid bare before him, Sam weighed his options carefully. The knight's magic affinity and weakness played into his favor, yet the formidable equipment magic barrier posed a significant challeng

As they walked amidst Thaumapolis' grandeur, the stark contrast between Sam's demeanor and Lyra's became glaringly apparent. Lyra, who had previously sulked during the horse ride, now appeared illuminated with eagerness, her eyes seemed to be fixated on a particular direction in the middle of this grand city. Yet, despite her newfound enthusiasm, she remained tethered to Sam's side for reasons unknown to him.Meanwhile, Sam, who had initially been eager to explore Thaumapolis, was now overwhelmed by the myriad traces of stolen spells he detected with his arcane insight. From the mundane items like tea kettles to the floating cases scholars used, even the golems patrolling the city bore the mark. It was maddening for Sam, like being trapped in a whirlwind of sensory overload.He couldn't help but wonder if this was akin to the experience of someone with ADHD, drowning in a deluge of stimuli. With a heavy heart, Sam deactivated his arcane insight, realizing its futility in the face of su

As Sam exited the shop, he found Lyra looking restless, searching for something. Their eyes met, and Lyra's expression was a mixture of concern and annoyance. "Where have you been? Why did you leave me without a word?" Lyra bombarded him with questions, her voice rising with each word. Sam scratched the back of his head sheepishly, trying to come up with a plausible excuse. "Ah, I, uh, just needed to run a quick errand," he stammered, hoping she wouldn't press further. Lyra folded her arms across her chest, her gaze piercing. "You could have at least told me. I woke up and you were gone. It's not safe for me to be wandering around alone in a city like this!" Sam winced at her reproach, realizing he had indeed been thoughtless in leaving without informing her. "I'm sorry, Lyra. I'll make sure to keep you informed next time," he promised, hoping to appease her. Lyra sighed, her frustration evident. "Just don't do it again, okay? Now, what did you buy from that shop?" Sam hesitated

Pressing Lyra against the wall, Sam felt the warmth of her body, her proximity sending a surge of heat coursing through him. Their breath mingled in the intimate space between them, a silent symphony of unspoken desires. With each fleeting moment, Sam's resolve wavered, his lips inching ever closer to Lyra's, drawn inexorably by the magnetic pull of their mutual attraction. And then, finally, their lips met in a soft, tender kiss, a cascade of sensations flooding through them both. Lyra's response was immediate, her body yielding to his touch as her hands roamed freely, exploring the contours of his chest with a newfound urgency. The heat of their passion intensified, their kisses deepening with each fleeting moment, lost in the intoxicating embrace of one another. Sam slipped his hand behind her back. Pulling her even closer and hugging her tightly. The sudden movement seemed to excite Lyra as she got even more passionate in her kiss, moving her lips on her own in harmony to Sam's

She approached him with a friendly demeanor, her eyes alight with curiosity. "Oh, welcome back, Sir!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with exhilaration. "I'm Regina. It's nice to see you again. How can I help you today?" Sam returned her smile, appreciating her welcoming nature. "Thank you, Regina. It's a pleasure to meet you." “By the way, what should I call you Sir?” “You can call me Sam.” “And the fair lady behind you?” “Oh, that’s my fiancé, Lyra.” Lyra was shocked to hear that, but she kept her mouth shut while eyeing Sam. “So, what kind of device are you looking for, Sir Sam?” “Hmm… let's see what you got here.” Regina led Sam through the atelier, showcasing various intricate devices and magical artifacts with a big smile on her face. "We take great pride in our craftsmanship here at Gearspark," she explained, her eyes sparkling with passion. "Each piece is meticulously crafted to perfection." Sam nodded along, feigning interest as he scanned the room. As Regina kept sh