FAULT ; ARTIFACT

chapter 117

The young man got up, settled down on the fifth point, and then carefully shook out the chain mail rolled into a roll from the bag. Following her, a black cylinder fell on the stones, which looked like a large lipstick, however, a stone one.

The chain mail looked wonderful: the metal fiber rolled over the hands like a noble matter, the rings were small, densely woven. I couldn't even believe the armor was real.

“The color is like my mother’s platinum brooch. Looks like some fantasy metal."

But here a strange thought came into the head of the hitman. Although not at all strange, but very practical.

“Yes, hell, I’ll drag her to the city, if she’s not strong, nevermind!”

Yura pulled out a dagger and, with all his little foolishness, jabbed the blade into the bundle of fiber that lay on the stone in front of him. What he immediately universally regretted. No, nothing special happened. The dagger did not go through the armor like butter, nor did it rebound from the magic put on magical art