As Sam prepared to leave the atelier, Regina intercepted him with a small trinket in hand. "Wait, Sir Sam. Take this with you," she insisted, offering the spinning ornament. "What is this?" Sam inquired, eyeing the trinket with curiosity. "It's just a souvenir," Regina replied, her smile warm and genuine. Sam, ever cautious, inspected the trinket with his arcane insight. Finding no trace of stolen spell magic energy, he accepted it with a grateful smile. "Did you make this?" he asked. "Yes, I've been crafting these in my spare time as tokens for visitors to our atelier," Regina explained. "Thank you," Sam said as he leave the atelier, Lyra following closely behind. the doorbell chimed, accompanying their departure "Come back again, Sir Sam!" Regina exclaimed, waving farewell. As Sam and Lyra walked along the bustling street, Sam examined the trinket, marveling at its craftsmanship. It featured a gilded flower gear spinning gracefully inside, a testament to Regina's skill and ded
Sam and Lyra made their way back to the inn, their steps slow and deliberate, but a sense of unease hung in the air. Sam's mind was preoccupied with thoughts of Regina's father and the sudden prosperity of the Gearspark Atelier. He was determined to uncover the truth behind these mysteries.Suddenly, a sharp shout pierced through the crowd that evening, catching Sam and Lyra's attention. Turning slowly, they saw four armored guards from Flammenherz, their expressions stern and determined. Two knights stood beside them, their hands resting on the hilts of their swords, ready for action.Sam tried to have a positive thought that they might be onto someone else, but their gaze was fixated on him. Those Flammenherz guards were approaching him. Lyra hides behind Sam.“I’ve told you to change these clothes!” Lyra whispered behind his back, clutching the stolen Flammenherz officer suit Sam wore.“But I like this style, and it's also very comfortable. I’ll admit Flammenherz has great taste,”
The two Flammenherz guards continued to unleash their binding spells with relentless determination, their frustration mounting with each futile attempt to capture Sam. He is getting irritated but knocking them would make a bigger ruckus. So he hold himself and focused to just escape seamlessly.Spotting a narrow gap between two buildings, Sam seized the opportunity. He feigned a leap towards the next rooftop while actually descending into the shadowy alley below. With practiced precision, he employed a combination of wind manipulation techniques to accelerate his straight descent and then decelerate abruptly, ensuring a smooth transition that outmanouverd his pursuers trailing in his wake.As the flying guards soared past the alley, their confusion palpable. Sam entered into a nearby crowded shop, he take a long cloak that there to pretending to be a customer trying out a clothes.his heart was still racing with exhilaration as he blended in. With a sense of satisfaction, he observed
Sam returned to the inn late at night. He carefully opened the window, causing it to creak softly in protest. The sudden sound startled Lyra, who was already in bed, her eyes wide with surprise at the unexpected noise. Sam's entrance into the room was swift and silent, his movements calculated to avoid drawing unnecessary attention from neighbors.Despite the late hour, his mind was racing with thoughts of the warehouse he had just observed and the mysteries it held. With a sense of urgency, he crossed the room in quick strides, his footsteps barely making a sound on the wooden floorboards. Lyra watched him intently, her curiosity piqued by his late-night return and the determined look on his face."Oh, sorry I woke you up," Sam apologized softly as Lyra's gaze met his."I can't sleep," Lyra confessed, her tone filled with restlessness. "Did they still chase you this late into the night?""No, I got away before dusk. Just went for a bit of a walk," Sam replied casually."You're going
After acquiring the hooded cloak from the tailor shop, Sam and Lyra continued their journey back to the Gearspark Atelier. Sam's mind raced with thoughts of uncovering the truth behind the mysterious activities he had witnessed the night before.Upon arriving at the atelier, Sam wasted no time in approaching Regina, who greeted them warmly with a smile. "Welcome back! How may I assist you today?" she asked, her eyes bright with enthusiasm.Sam approached Regina with a confident smile. "Hey Regina, I was wondering if you could help me out with a customs request," he began, his tone casual yet earnest."Of course, I'd be happy to do it for you! Could you please provide me with some specifics about your request?" she inquired, her dedication to her craft evident in her eager demeanor.Sam seized the opportunity to make a deliberately absurd request for the magical device, using it as an excuse to pry for more information about Regina's father's involvement in that warehouse. "Well, you se
After keeping Regina busy with his absurd request, Sam and Lyra made their way back to the inn, albeit with a spring in Sam's step and a glint of excitement in his eyes. As they walked through the streets, Lyra couldn't help but express her concern for Sam's risky activities."I don’t know what you're up to, but please be careful," Lyra urged, her voice filled with genuine worry. "If you get caught, I will get caught too!"Sam flashed her a mischievous grin. "Don’t worry, I've already escaped from prison once," he said with a chuckle, trying to lighten the mood.Despite her reservations, Lyra offered her support, knowing full well that Sam was determined to uncover the truth at any cost.Back at the inn, Sam's mind raced with thoughts of the mysterious warehouse he had observed on the outskirts of the city. Tension mounted as he contemplated the potential dangers and revelations that awaited him.He knew that he was getting closer to uncovering the truth behind the stolen spell and th
Ronald wasted no time in making his move. The towering humanoid golem, under his control, blocked Sam's path with its imposing figure. Its metal joints creaked ominously as it prepared to strike. However, Sam, fueled by determination and adrenaline, refused to back down.With swift reflexes honed by his previous battles, Sam evaded the golem's initial attack with ease, employing his wind step to dart out of harm's way. Despite the golem's size and strength, its movements were sluggish compared to the adversaries Sam had faced before, giving him the upper hand in the skirmish.As Sam prepared to press forward, ready to confront Ronald head-on, the golem unleashed another unexpected move. From a metallic nozzle on its hand, it fired an energy beam with startling precision, narrowly missing Sam as he dodged to the side. The blast breaks part of Sam's magic barrier, almost penetrating it.Undeterred by the golem's relentless assault, Sam pressed on, his determination unyielding. Ducking b
As Sam inched the flame closer to Regina's delicate cheek, the scent of singed hair filled the air, prompting Ronald to scream in distress. "I never stole any spells!" he protested vehemently, his voice filled with desperation.With Regina's tears streaming down her face and Ronald's cries echoing through the warehouse, Sam's resolve remained unyielding. "Then… how about your pupil? The great artificer … Alfred?" he pressed, his tone unwavering as he stared Ronald down.Ronald's gaze fell to the ground, his voice barely above a whisper. "I … don’t know…. I am not sure about it … but I do suspect him doing something bad before his rise. I once heard … he was talking to someone about a wizard.”"So you don't know if he was really involved in killing this wizard and stealing his spell?"“I don’t even know if that wizard is the same one you mentioned.""Killing a wizard? Stealing a spell? What nonsense are you accusing Sir Alfred of!" Regina screamed.“Shut up, Regina,” Sam warned.“Keep