Tales Of Schaduw: The Half - Elf

Ch. 82 – The Sloppy Hans

“How you are Tyaga,” asked Hans.

He came up to me and sat next to me. It seemed like his wound had healed, he was very careless.

Though he still had not mastered the control of spirit energy completely, but he still forced himself to use it.

As a result he became injured, even more so his legs and body still had not had time to receive a blow from the spirit energy flow.

Different from Saigiri. Even though we obtained his spirit energy together, it was the spirit control ability that distinguished him.

I'm sure that after obtaining the spirit core, Hans was just smelting and this was the first time that he had transferred spirit energy to his feet.

Just for a moment, but it was fatal. He's pushing himself too much.

“You're stupid yes.” I'm millikiriknya.

“You mean?” tanyanya.

“Your legs and body must not be able to compensate for the flow of spirit energy,”, I said.

I also forced my body to stand up. The healer also said that my ribs had healed.

Just heal the muscles that were torn due to the impact of Hans who ended up crashing into a large tree.

The green light that had surrounded my waist, revolved and often caused pain.

Maybe because there is a shift in the ribs or bones that are being repaired and connect each part of the ribs are cracked, there is even a broken.

“But if I had not used this increase in strength, you would have hit Grandpa Hork,” Hans replied giving an explanation.

“Do not be stupid! There was no way Grandpa would get hurt that easily. Moreover, I also did not launch a deadly blow,” I said as I stared at my own fist.

Hans was also aware of that, but still he would not be willing if there was someone who hit an old man like Grandpa Hork.

He finds out that Grandpa Hork is one of the greatest witches in the capital and is different from other witches. But still he won't be willing.

“So it would be better for you to run and crash into me saving him than with your own energy flow.”

I looked into his eyes deeply, reminiscent of something that Elder Agamemnon had said after the spirit core retrieval ritual.

“I remember..” Hans turned his face away.

“Then, why did you do it!” I scolded him.

He should not directly flow his spirit energy to any part of the body without self-training or mastery first.

It can be fatal, that is what the elder Agamemnon said. But there is something else about that message. Is correct.

Not only can it hurt the body of its user, but if your body is still fragile or not used to it when passed or flowed with spirit energy that can increase strength then it can result in your energy flow can break.

Just imagine you have a glass that is easily cracked, has not been pressed or forged until it becomes a better glass.

First of all in the glass is filled with warm water, which is the energy of the inner energy that every creature has.

Suddenly you replace it and fill it with the dingi water, which is spirit energy. What's gonna happen. The glass will break.

Because it is not used to the difference in the temperature of the water in it.

It is the same with the flow of energy in your body. Surely the flow of energy will flow various kinds of energy in it.

There was deep energy, natural energy, spirit energy, magic energy, and other energies. But all energy must have differences, whether capacity, temperature, potential, and others.

“If you remember why you did it!” I left him and stepped towards where Grandpa Hork was sitting.

Solving unresolved issues.

Hans sat there, telling me not to do anything unimportant.

He said that Grandpa Hork must have had a reason to do that, just as the previous healing grandfather had said.

I agreed with his words, I didn't meet him to ask him to fight. Except to ask for an explanation.

From a distance Grandpa Hork looked at me carefully, as if he wanted to know something that was inside me.

I don't know, but when Grandpa Hork realized I saw him. He immediately changed his expression and smiled at me.

So irritating. I'm a little aware, where maybe the thief will act like Grandpa Hork.

But there is still a little doubt, because Grandpa Hork can sometimes be a mysterious person.

I quickened my pace and right in front of him I kept silent. For a moment I saw him still wearing his magic ring.

In his left hand was also carrying a barrier crystal. He turned to look at me.

His irises looked old brown, slightly dark, adorned by fur and gray eyebrows.

Although there are still some black strands that begin to whiten.

“What's up?” Grandpa Hork started the conversation.

Lousy. Our eyes clashed fiercely against the air passing in front of us.

“Do you want to continue our fight,” said Grandpa Hork trying to ignite and challenge me to fight.

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