The military preparations were so great, that no mosquito would pass unnoticed, so the Honourable Wise Master (Noveo) found it difficult to reach the walls of the castle after his character had been checked dozens of times, since his ultrafast horse trampled the land (the Ten Trees Hills), and crossed between the northern two hillocks.
With him was a garrison of the emperor's fierce imperial guard (Moranch Kohr), consisting of fifty men, carrying strict orders that the honourable Wise should not be absent from their eyes day after day, even despite Wise's desire, he was in one way or another a hostage of the emperor's fist wherever Orioum's sky shadowed him.
Mr Novio himself was pricked by the purple thorn and had the power to get rid of his guards, but he had no desire to do so. In the waste world that has lost its heroligian civilization, it is not safe for you to go unprotected, especially if you are an immortal wise who has lived since the Ethics Age, and whose head contains enormous sciences that make any king or even a mercenary of knights salivate.
He did not wear the loose green garments of the Wises, but his black leather cloaks with a cape, adorned with golden threads, like the colour of his tattoos written in phrases from the sacred language of Nazma, known to no one but him, and only the witch who tattooed and pricked him.
He was bald, with heroligian skin warm and glowing as if golden in summer, pale wheaten in winter, and sharp but handsome forty features. The last to check his identity was (Kazan) himself, at the gates of the castle, after the suspension bridge descended over the moat, and the horses of (Noveo) and his garrison crossed over it, the dwarf asked the honourable wise to get off his horse, and he did and asked him to show him his chest and the back of his neck The wise revealed his chest, and his dazzling golden tattoos appeared clearly.
The Nazma language had a direct impact on those who see its letters or hear its spoken, and why not, the Seven Trees themselves come with their own heavenly energy from the sacred language (Nazma), the language of the gods and Knights of Sphere, and it grants its ability to Prickled with its thorns only. (Kazan) did not find any evidence that the wise had prickled in his chest, but when he looked at the back of his neck, he found that purple dot, so he said to him nervously:
"You prickled the magic of the Oak Tree, my honourable captive sir."
(Noveo) smiled as he put his cloak back on: "Outside the prisons of (Khawan) a person is not a prisoner, even if he returns to it after a while, rest assured, my friend, I promise you in my honour that I will not read your thoughts."
The dwarf frowned, thinking that the man with heroligian warm skin was eluding, and said, "The purple thorn is not only able to read thoughts, sir, but also cultivates them. Keeping the Princess (Aynur) safe also requires preventing influence on her decisions."
Wise said simply, simply of a man who knew perfectly the prudence of dwarves:
"Okay, I'll bounce back where I came from." The dwarf felt that he was in a violent predicament, but Farjoud approached when he noticed the inactivity of the honourable wise, whom the princess was eagerly waiting for.
He pushed him aside to find out the problem.
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