Bab 342: Ting!

Zhanid had finished packing his things. The three now outside the inn were heading to a nearby area where the old mage claimed he could hire the three necessary horses. The bright morning sun lit up the horizon, and the sound of small birds echoed across the sky. A few clouds covered the strong blue a little, creating a beautiful view.

With each step of the teacher, it was possible to hear the sound of several pieces of metal hitting each other, it was not a sharp sound like a blade, and with a certain attention, it was possible to perceive that there was also the sound of a liquid in his backpack .

*Ting, Ting, Ting*

The sound followed the rhythm of the wizard's footsteps.