Translator: Snorri Proofreader: theunfetteredsalmon Judah Fayol was in a good mood. Truthfully, he was kind of proud of himself. Rod Drick had given him 30 gold parans to award the craftsmen, but those were still in his bag. What he had put on the anvil for the boy was 30 silver coins, which was of the same size as a gold paran but weighed about half as much. The 30 silver coins were worth…
Translator: Snorri Proofreader: theunfetteredsalmon The spike of silver light struck the pass between the two dunes like a lightning bolt under the sun, precisely on the route the convoy would’ve taken. Rod Drick’s heart missed a beat. Seeing the silver light, he realized that Gabriel was one of the top warriors on this continent, a great warrior that had at least reached the [seventh level] of the body arts
Translator: Snorri Proofreader: theunfetteredsalmon Not far behind the rocks stood a group of armed horsemen, ready to launch another attack. They stood beside a troop of horses, some of which were pack horses that carried travel necessities for the desert, but the majority were warhorses. Their owners all died in the bloody encounter not long ago.
Translator: Snorri Proofreader: theunfetteredsalmon The Ducians returned to their usual peaceful life after Maria left. Maybe the only change they felt was Amon becoming a qualified miner. But for Amon, the town he saw every day, the familiar streets, houses and the smoky air, became less and less appealing to him. He felt that it all lacked something. There was an indescribable empty space in his heart. It was like something had been taken…
Translator: Snorri Proofreader: theunfetteredsalmon The square stayed quiet. Crazy’Ole used Aristotle’s argument to conclude, “Our goddess has proved that Amon is approved and blessed. The fact that he has mastered the technique is the manifestation of the oracle.” It was hard to refute, unless someone stood out and said, “The technique can be mastered without being approved and blessed by the goddess.” But who would say that? The people in Duc had deeply believed…
Translator: Snorri Proofreader: theunfetteredsalmon Was Maria ill? It seemed so, but Gabriel knew what was going on. It was not an illness, but Maria did need to stay a few more days in Duc. The night the Gods’ Tear appeared, Maria had fainted. Days of strict praying exhausted her. The environment of Duc made her uncomfortable, as well as Lord Drick. Besides eating and sleeping, Maria spent most of her time in prayer,…
Translator: Snorri Proofreader: theunfetteredsalmon The door to Maria’s bedroom was open. Gabriel was standing by the bed. If Amon recalled correctly, Gabriel should have been resting in the room downstairs next to the front door. But he did not see Gabriel when he rushed upstairs. It meant that Gabriel went upstairs right after Maria had screamed, before Amon had even left the space under the stairs. Her speed was astounding.
Translator: Snorri Proofreader: theunfetteredsalmon Amon fell heavily on the ground before he could react. Despite the impact, he was unhurt, due to the rug placed in front of the door. He stood up, moved to one side and replied, “It was me. I was careless and fell over the rug.”
