Capítulo 185: Stressed Out

Abel pulled Arad away, "Let's leave, we have work to do." He glared back at the bard. "Next time I'm going to break your lyre."

GAH! The bard sat up, shaking his face and blinking as he regained his composure. That was a sold punch and his eyes are tearing up.

"Come on, man." He growled, lifting his lyre. "That was a joke, this isn't." DRING! Pulling on the strings, the bard opened his mouth.

"CHICKEN!"

Arad saw a wave of magic emerge from the lyre and the bard. Forming into a hazy cloud and rushing at Abel. When it hit, no effect happened.

"What?" The bard gasped. "CHICKEN!" He cast the spell again and again, but it kept failing.

Abel looked back at the bard with a grin, "What's up? Can't even cast magic?"

{That's a simple spell that forces the target to believe something. The bard tried to make Abel believe he was a chicken. But since he's a devil, it keeps failing.}

Arad approached the bard. "Can you cast it on me?"