[It turned its back to you and took out a familiar-looking tiny mineral, which it ground into powder and poured into a snuff bottle…]
[Smelling the slightly sweet scent, you knew that the mineral was the 'Apezite' that could excite people excessively.]
['Sage Randor' took a deep breath from the snuff bottle and immediately felt his body heat up, as if he had endless energy.]
[Just as he was about to turn around and start enjoying his happy time, he felt a weight on his shoulder, cold to the touch!]
[A thick Crimson Greatsword, unbeknownst to him, was already resting on his shoulder, and a man's equally chilly voice came from behind him, 'Don't move, or I'll kill you!']
[The greatsword was wrapped in a bloodthirsty and brutal aura; he did not doubt that any abrupt move from him would result in his head being severed by this greatsword.]
