But now I can sometimes use transfiguration with them, although I really have to buy these materials for myself as an alibi…
The journey was quiet, no gambling or stories, apparently everyone wanted to sleep a little more, even in such conditions.
When I finished flipping through the book, I walked slowly up to the cabby and said that if anything happened, I would be on the roof. Although he didn't really understand my intentions. It was enough for him to explain that I wanted to get some air.
Climbing onto the roof, away from prying eyes, I began to continue to "train" in the transformation of my hand, slightly stretching it along my arm, or even somehow moving it to the fingertips of my second hand.
But after a while, an annoying babble started from below. Yes, I was unlucky with my fellow travelers.
They're not strong, but it feels like they don't trust me and are gathering information. Maybe they want to attack?
Well, maybe I should "accidentally" poison them with some kind of poisonous gas, but stronger. I will not spare the money if I get rid of the danger in the bud. And just as unexpectedly, I supposedly won't have an antidote. What can I do, their money would still be mine in the end, so there would simply be no point in even selling it.
But, it's such a hassle to clean up the corpses and throw the cart into some ravine.
Okay, you're incredibly lucky this time.
Walking a little closer to the front edge of the cart, I turned to the driver.
- How far is it to the village?
The driver: - another half day's journey…
- I see.
Returning to the entrance to the cart, I clung to the frame, and pushing off with my feet flew back inside, as if I almost knocked down the Magician and the White Man sitting at the entrance, but everything went filigree.
The merchant: - Ah! My friend, we were just talking about you, are you by any chance a member or were you not a member of the guild?
The swordsman turned pale…
It feels like I've passed the qualifying round for some kind of fortune teller show.
- And what are your assumptions?
Swordsman: - Uh, well... the guild of alchemists, thieves... murderers?
And with such assumptions, are you still trying to dig up something about me?
If I had assumed that the man was from the guild of assassins, I would have given up trying to find out something about him. There are now only two options, either to become allies with him, or to kill him. But... are you dumb, immortal, or do you have connections?
Let's not make any unnecessary movements! The conversation with me is short, I'm crazy!
And quickly turning over the thoughts in my head, I look even more intently at the face of the "immortal".
Swordsman: - ... L-okay, s-I'll be honest.
His voice is trembling, and his eyes have started to run all over the cart. Sweat began to drip rapidly down his face. He knows something.
Holding the poisoned dagger, I calmly listened to what they would dare to say next.
The Swordsman: - There is either no information about you at all, or all information is hidden, even the thieves guild throws up its hands. You are very suspicious, and looking at you... it is not clear that you are going to spare anyone, because you killed a man while still in the city.
- And you have the guts to rummage through such cases. Well…
Instantly applying the enhancement on myself, I only managed to see an inexplicable black light flash on the dagger in the transformed hand.
The mage managed to react, but it was too late.
The swordsman only managed to close his eyes.
…
The dagger tightly clenched in my hand pierced through the wooden bench, firmly planted just a centimeter from the swordsman's neck.
- Everyone has their own reasons, you shouldn't poke your nose into my business.
I dispel my spells and pull out my knife with a sharp movement.
If the man in front of me was a better adventurer, he might be able to beat him off.
Maybe I'm not a legendary adventurer right now. But everyone in this world can be killed, except for the "supreme forces". Everyone has weaknesses, and you won't find absolute overwhelming force, as such, just walking down the street.
Although, my opinion may change if the confirmation of this is right in front of my eyes.
But, right now, I only see a stereotypical, dumb, athlete.
It's just a pity that there are many witnesses.
Getting up from my seat, I use transformation and sharp claws are already holding the girl by the throat, while my gaze looks around the cart, first stopping at the merchant, and then at the fabric behind which the driver is sitting in his place.
- This also concerns you…
My voice made the observers shudder.
What a small but emotional audience.
"Haha... that's interesting. Maybe I should make an example of her? You considered me a murderer, although no, not only did you consider me one, but you directly called me one. Then perhaps I should make sure that your accusations are not groundless?
When I got close enough to her to clearly see her trembling pupils, I just grinned and opened my hand, which caused the magician to fall limp into her seat.
- After all, I have honor and nobility. That's why I don't like killing women and unarmed people too much. Well, by the way, I don't like lying even more, I think you got the hint.
Maybe I can add "persuasiveness" to my words with the help of magic, maybe I even prevaricated in my answer, but! I've never lied!
And falling into my seat, I folded my arms and looked at nothing and asked my last question.
- Is everything clear to you?
To which those present responded in unison: "I see!"
Great.
Maybe I overdid it a little bit, but it was worth it. The coachman had been silent until now, but judging by the way he had fallen silent, it was clear that he had learned this lesson as well.
…
After some time, the tension did not subside.
So I decided to go back to the roof, after staying there for several hours, I drove up to the one