"I said I understand you, not that I am as stupid as you. I am wise enough to know that mortals cannot fight against immortals. So if I took sothing from an immortal, I would negotiate to keep it.
If that failed, I would spend half of my ti while I still had it looking for other ways of becoming a mage. Awakening pills and potions, I would collect them all.
I would build a big school of alchemy and hire other mages to research for . I would set up guilds and fund them so that they could search for artifacts all over the world to give the sa power as that of a mage. Your death is not just because of the broken contract, it is also because you were lazy."
She chanted a spell that burned his clothes off. Then, she made one long cut on his stomach and started chanting a spell. The root flew out from his stomach and fell in her palm.
Sigrid had long been curious about what it looked like. In her mind, she had imagined it as a tree root but it was more than that. It was twisted like a helix, glowing faintly with threads of sapphire and gold. It emitted a warmth and scent reminiscent of the earth after being kissed by rain.
"I think I can feel the power." Mauve whispered.
She was drawn to the root and she was not the only one. The others too felt a calling and a need to possess it. The creatures in hiding were tempted to co out but what they had just witnessed was too brutal. They did not want to et a similar fate.
A harpy hiding in a tree decided to try. She could snatch it and fly away. Just as it soared downwards, it froze into marble and hit the forest ground.
The corner of Sigrid’s lips curved up for a second. "Silly bird." she whispered.
The creatures that had been hopeful all saw their hopes dwindle. The harpy was one of the fastest creatures in the forest. How had it been spotted and neutralized so quickly?
The root vanished, along with the lucky halo. Veylin and Alistair piled the bodies of the five together and set them on fire.
"Jasper Morrow has a bounty on his head worth fifty thousand silver." Sigrid reminded them.
Alistair snatched Jasper’s head before the fire could gobble it. Mauve took the harpy statue, it was pretty and she planned to use it as a decorative item. Sigrid teleported everyone out of the forest.
After their departure, the creatures in hiding finally ca out to take a look at what had been a battlefield. A magical fire was still raging, wood was cackling and a small scream was coming from the flas.
"What a terrible woman." The dragon whispered.
"With terrible magic." The basilisk hissed.
"Do you think she will return?" The alpha of the dire wolves asked.
The dragon hoped she would not. The basilisk had a feeling that she would. The dire wolf hoped that she would. From so of her words to the man from whom the root had been extracted, it had picked so words of wisdom.
Laziness led to death. The dire wolves needed to work harder.
***
In a residence that was in the city, one cloaked man returned to a manor and went through a vigorous search before being led into the inner territory. His final destination was a large chamber which was fit for a king.
Golden statues were placed on tables and pillars. Gems of different types laid on the sides on the ground. They were being counted, shoveled and taken out.
In a large bath were ten naked beautiful won. So were swimming, others playing with a ball, so leaning on the side, eating and drinking. They had no sha as different n walked in and out of the room. The beauty of these ten won could make any ordinary n insane.
What was unknown about them was that they were trained assassins. Their seduction had been cultivated through careful training, their beauty had been nourished with magic portions. Their nakedness was not their weakness, it was their weapon.
The man ignored the won, and he ignored the discomfort in his pants. Sleeping with any of these won was a death sentence. The master was the only that touched them.
He had just thought of the master when she appeared. She was dressed in a translucent golden robe, her long silver hair bounced down her shoulders in curls. She had anklets on he feet that jingled as she walked.
The man fell to his knees and lowered his head. "Master all the mages that went into the forest did not make it out and the artifact is gone."
The master looked at her nails that were sparkling with a new bold blood red nail polish which was mixed with human blood.
"Who took it?" she asked.
The man shook his head. "I don’t know. I think this was a trap, but I don’t know why it was set. I am sorry for disappointing you. Allow to make up for it with my life."
He took the sword that was on his person and slit his throat.
****
"Wake up, my love."
Sigrid sat up with a gasp and almost jumped off the bed. Her heart only beca calr when she noticed that she was in her bedroom, on her bed, with her husband. He was the one that had just bellowed in her.
She folded her fist and punched him lightly on the chest. "Roland..." She growled.
He fell back on the bed and played dead. Sunny, leaped onto the bed and copied him.
"Oh good Sunny if you are dead then we should just have so dog soup today."
Sunny opened his eyes widely and whimpered. He jumped off the bed and run out of the bedroom whimpering.
Roland sat up. "Do you have scare our poor baby like that?"
Sigrid looked at her belly. If Sunny was their baby, what about the one she was carrying?
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