"Curse magic..."
Lann softly repeated a word that Conicus had been murmuring in his ear.
This Elder Curse Master seemed quite eager to take on an apprentice.
"Alright, if I have time, I'll learn. But for now, we two need to do something, you are..."
"Oh, don't worry, I can make my own way to the Profound Church."
Conicus laughed heartily as he spoke.
"It was when those villagers still had their wits about them that they caught me, now they're all mindless."
Saying this, the Elder Curse Master rummaged through the pile of junk outside the iron cage that held him and fished out a hand axe and a wooden shield.
It seemed to be his own equipment.
Lann could already feel the increasingly turbulent waves of Chaos Magic Power, his return was imminent.
Therefore, time was quite tight now, so he didn't refute Conicus.
He was a Caster, after all, and seemingly had some warrior skills; his combat prowess should be trusted.
"Hope to see you at the Profound Church."
