Remembering the stories and the studied material, I can only guess on what principle this happens. Perhaps this is just a convention invented by the gods. And perhaps some kind of unusual, but to some extent logical phenomenon. The spell does not repair weapons, individual items or accessories, but only heals the body or armor, moreover, it is quite selective, harming everything that contains at least a drop of dark mana.
And the spells of darkness, in turn, reduce and repair damage to something that should no longer walk around this world, but contrary to logic continues its movement. Moreover, it has nothing to do with the repair of objects soaked in darkness or even dressed by the magician himself.
In general, complete nonsense.
No patterns, no logic, just strict rules.
Shifting my gaze, I could see the merchant bustling at that moment, his gaze jumping from side to side, and his intense excitement at first glance seemed sympathetic and regretful.
Trader: - Thank you, it was because of me that they attacked the cart, I would like to provide you with a reward.
He addressed everyone sitting with his arms wide apart, wanting to cheer them up.
But for some reason, the swordsman and the magician were sitting as if after the funeral of their grandmother.
They are clearly drooping because of what happened.
- They pointed swords at us, so they were ready to die, don't be brats! That's why I said that people like you don't live long. You don't have the guts to kill someone, if you don't want to die, kill yourself! When you became adventurers, you had to be prepared for something like this.
Trader: - My friend of few words, your encouragement can be even more upsetting than the death of a person.
- I'm just annoyed by this, there's nothing to snot, an adventurer - be ready to kill or die, everything works the same way with bandits.
In the eyes of the nedo-adventurers, not sadness is now visible, but a kind of hatred towards me.
This of course contradicts my original plan, but given the difference in the number of defeated enemies, they will not want to go against me.
Trader: - Let's return to the topic of the award, what would you like.
Swordsman: - A little money will be quite enough.
Magician: - Uh-huh…
- Well, pay me the cost of the alchemical ingredients, and buy me a drink sometime, then we're even.
I could use a good relationship with a traveling merchant, with a low probability, but in the future it might help me a lot.
Trader: - So be it! Maybe I'll take revenge from you then!
You'll be so arrogant, and I'll invite you to play cards instead of chess.
Our journey continued until the evening, until the long-awaited halt by the river came, where I finally managed to wash the blood off my robe.
And having finished his dirty work, having climbed to the farthest and highest point from the river, he carefully took a few steps.
Turning around, my legs carried me, and jumping into the water I could feel relief.
Animals and fish flashed before my eyes. Well, I'm not an amateur, but you can catch a few for fun, right?
Black claws had already appeared on my hand and were beating the water with lightning speed.
It's a pity it wasn't so easy.
With a wave of my hand, I called for an assistant, who fortunately turned out to be in shallow water.
Consider that today we have a warm-up, do you see the live stuff that floats around us?
Grab with your hands, chop, hit, but so that you have their carcass in the end, do you understand?
Glancing at me, then at the "easy prey", the quick-witted skeleton seemed to be trying to understand something.
Trying to dissect the victim was followed by his miss, and then another, another and another.
And with each blow, the skeleton tried to beat faster and faster, until it finally fell into the water because of its efforts.
Dying of laughter, through wet eyes, I only saw how a particularly large and unlucky fish got stuck between his arm and ribs, stuck in his armor.