Chapter 265: - Crossing of memories??
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"Master sorcerer! No, sir! It's all the fault of the scum alchemist who is lying there in a heap! I have done everything as I was told..."
As I approached Ghane, he started to talk to me, shouting something to me. It was as if he thought I was a sorcerer.
I looked down at my hand and saw that the appearance of my right hand had changed.
It was as if the curse that had appeared before I knew it had become an entity. It is as if my fingers are pointed like a spider, and their color has changed.
Is this the memory of a sorcerer?
While I was thinking about this, Gahn was still rambling on and on.
It seems that he is making excuses for his various failures while he was working as the sorcerer's footman in King's Landing.
Excuses for the defective weapons that I had prepared for him to wreak havoc in the city.
The excuse that the Taura found one after another the hiding places they had prepared.
The excuse that the assassins they hired to assassinate Kalin on the way back from the meeting of the white masks were too weak.
Gahn goes on and on about such things. His appearance was very different from the one in my own memory.
─ ─ When I saw him at the Alchemy Association, Vice Chairman Gahn acted like a very important person against Rehalzam, didn't he. ......
I wonder if my recollection of such a memory of my own was a trigger of some kind.
I felt a strange sensation as if something was slipping out of my right hand.
I noticed that my right hand was back to my normal right hand.
When I looked up, I saw someone's back between Gern and me.
"...... sorcerer?"
I look at it with a blank stare.
The figure that seemed to be a sorcerer, however, looked translucent and vague, as if it were a ghost.
I realized that the memory I had inherited from the sorcerer was so hazy that I could not recall it well. On the contrary, I could not feel the spell in my right hand.
It was as if a translucent presence in front of me had taken them away from me and separated them.
In the meantime, a translucent sorcerer held his right hand in front of me toward Gern. A black mist swirls around the magician's hand.
A curse! No, what is this? What's going on? Isn't this place supposed to be like a dream?
"Agh! Oh, please help me! Sorcerer, my dear.
It was as if it had been preordained. The next moment, black mist started dripping from Gern's eyes, and the next moment, black mist started overflowing from every hole in Gern's body.
"Hey, stop!
I reached for the sorcerer's back to stop him.
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"Master sorcerer! No, sir! It's all the fault of the scum alchemist who is lying there in a heap! I have done everything as I was told..."
As I approached Ghane, he started to talk to me, shouting something to me. It was as if he thought I was a sorcerer.
I looked down at my hand and saw that the appearance of my right hand had changed.
It was as if the curse that had appeared before I knew it had become an entity. It is as if my fingers are pointed like a spider, and their color has changed.
Is this the memory of a sorcerer?
While I was thinking about this, Gahn was still rambling on and on.
It seems that he is making excuses for his various failures while he was working as the sorcerer's footman in King's Landing.
Excuses for the defective weapons that I had prepared for him to wreak havoc in the city.
The excuse that the Taura found one after another the hiding places they had prepared.
The excuse that the assassins they hired to assassinate Kalin on the way back from the meeting of the white masks were too weak.
Gahn goes on and on about such things. His appearance was very different from the one in my own memory.
─ ─ When I saw him at the Alchemy Association, Vice Chairman Gahn acted like a very important person against Rehalzam, didn't he. ......
I wonder if my recollection of such a memory of my own was a trigger of some kind.
I felt a strange sensation as if something was slipping out of my right hand.
I noticed that my right hand was back to my normal right hand.
When I looked up, I saw someone's back between Gern and me.
"...... sorcerer?"
I look at it with a blank stare.
The figure that seemed to be a sorcerer, however, looked translucent and vague, as if it were a ghost.
I realized that the memory I had inherited from the sorcerer was so hazy that I could not recall it well. On the contrary, I could not feel the spell in my right hand.
It was as if a translucent presence in front of me had taken them away from me and separated them.
In the meantime, a translucent sorcerer held his right hand in front of me toward Gern. A black mist swirls around the magician's hand.
A curse! No, what is this? What's going on? Isn't this place supposed to be like a dream?
"Agh! Oh, please help me! Sorcerer, my dear.
It was as if it had been preordained. The next moment, black mist started dripping from Gern's eyes, and the next moment, black mist started overflowing from every hole in Gern's body.
"Hey, stop!
I reached for the sorcerer's back to stop him.
"Master sorcerer! No, sir! It's all the fault of the scum alchemist who is lying there in a heap! I have done everything as I was told..."As I approached Ghane, he started to talk to me, shouting something to me. It was as if he thought I was a sorcerer.I looked down at my hand and saw that the appearance of my right hand had changed.It was as if the curse that had appeared before I knew it had become an entity. It is as if my fingers are pointed like a spider, and their color has changed.Is this the memory of a sorcerer?While I was thinking about this, Gahn was still rambling on and on.It seems that he is making excuses for his various failures while he was working as the sorcerer's footman in King's Landing.Excuses for the defective weapons that I had prepared for him to wreak havoc in the city.The excuse that the Taura found one after another the hiding places they had prepared.The excuse that the assassins they hired to assassinate Kalin on the way back from the meeting of the white masks were too weak.Gahn goes on and on about such things. His appearance was very different from the one in my own memory. When I saw him at the Alchemy Association, Vice Chairman Gahn acted like a very important person against Rehalzam, didn't he. ......I wonder if my recollection of such a memory of my own was a trigger of some kind.I felt a strange sensation as if something was slipping out of my right hand.I noticed that my right hand was back to my normal right hand.When I looked up, I saw someone's back between Gern and me."...... sorcerer?"I look at it with a blank stare.The figure that seemed to be a sorcerer, however, looked translucent and vague, as if it were a ghost.I realized that the memory I had inherited from the sorcerer was so hazy that I could not recall it well. On the contrary, I could not feel the spell in my right hand.It was as if a translucent presence in front of me had taken them away from me and separated them.In the meantime, a translucent sorcerer held his right hand in front of me toward Gern. A black mist swirls around the magician's hand.A curse! No, what is this? What's going on? Isn't this place supposed to be like a dream?"Agh! Oh, please help me! Sorcerer, my dear.It was as if it had been preordained. The next moment, black mist started dripping from Gern's eyes, and the next moment, black mist started overflowing from every hole in Gern's body."Hey, stop!I reached for the sorcerer's back to stop him.
