The Vastness of Magical Destiny

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ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs, ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴠɪsɪᴛ ɴoᴠel Fɪre.nᴇt

It seemed that the person who had flashed by just a moment ago was indeed a thief. Komer was quite surprised that someone with a considerable level of wind magic would actually be a petty thief.

Thinking back on how the individual had darted past him, a troubling thought suddenly arose in Komer’s mind. Could it be that this person had deliberately brushed by him with the intention of targeting him?

His hand instinctively reached into his bosom, and his heart sank. The bad premonition turned into reality. The detestable thief had managed to lift the items from his possession, and the irony was, he had been amused by another’s misfortune, only to realize his own foolishness for not noticing the theft from right under his nose.

Seeing a slight change in Komer’s expression, Lome beside him immediately sensed that something was amiss and asked softly, "Great sage, is something wrong?"

"Nothing, it’s just that the person from earlier has stolen something from me, the one they were talking about. I didn’t expect that the fellow really had some skill to steal from me without either of us noticing."

Komer was indeed annoyed. Although he and Lome had been completely absorbed in admiring the extraordinary flora, they still retained their basic vigilance. Yet, the elf thief managed to silently take his belongings without a trace.

Fortunately, his Cosmic Bag was always strapped to his waist. Otherwise, if it had been stolen, that would have been a real hassle.