While slowly walking toward the center of the palace, Luther talked with assurance, "Do you know why I'm never worried about being assassinated?"
"Mr. Luther." Another old man in a priest robe said respectfully, "This city has activated the highest-level anti-spatial magic array. Even the Nimble Spirit of Cat, the spell that mages use to increase their ability to leap, can't be used in the city. I'm sure that no assassins can enter this palace."
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Meanwhile, Sala and Helen were watching the assassins in the trailer climbing and jumping between tall towers and city walls like nimble cats. "They look powerful, but are these moves… useful? After all, true masters can fly!"
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In the grand hall of the godly palace, the luxuriously dressed Luther held a tall glass of red wine. "Tsk, tsk, tsk! Sir, your eyesight is too low. In this palace, there are many magic traps made by our highly skillful mages. Even mages can't find them with spiritual detection."
