"Ruin."
A word left Adam's lips that promptly accessed innumerable information about a specific object. Without a delay, an elated smile surfaced on his face.
"I'll give it!"
The saint who was weaving multiple spells together was honestly surprised as he raised his brows.
"I'll hand over the armour if you do me a favour."
Lying flat, the young man hiding behind the armour used his perception to detect the changes in his surroundings. Obviously, the facial expressions of the old man didn't evade the scan.
"Boy, know that I'm a saint. I'm in a whole new league. Whatever gimmick you want to use, they're futile."
The saint raised his hands and Adam was lifted into the air. The old man's mana couldn't find a crevice to crawl into the thick metal plates with the armour embedded into the latter's being.
On the other hand, Adam had worn the mantle of the actor.
