Seeing this mage about to perish on the spot, Lisa raised her small hand, and a cloud flew over to support the unlucky fellow.
But she didn't fully catch him, dispelling the magic when he was about three meters from the ground.
The unfortunate middle-aged mage fell from three meters high, luckily landing on his thick backside rather than his head.
Although he was dizzy and screamed incessantly, at least he wasn't seriously hurt.
Seeing Lisa's angry expression, the middle-aged mage quickly explained:
"Miss Lisa, misunderstanding, all misunderstanding! How could I disrespect you? You only need to show the token to pass freely."
"Really?" Lisa's voice turned cold.
"Absolutely true, I can swear to the God of Magic!" the middle-aged mage swore.
Roland almost couldn't hold back his laughter.
As everyone knows, mages might have beliefs, but there is no God of Magic in this world.
