528 The Prodigy That Rivaled Eliard

In the stone hut, the Magician who had been lying on the stone platform finally woke up.

"Oh... where am I? How did I get here?" He rubbed his forehead, his brows bunched up in a frown. At times, his body would shake involuntarily like a leaf. He must not be feeling well at all.

Link was sitting beside the stone platform. When the Magician had woken up, Link quickly said, "Easy now, you're safe."

The Magician sat up and stared at Link. He did not recognize the scruffy-looking mercenary sitting beside him. Confused, he asked, "And you are?"

"Just your everyday busybody," replied Link casually. He then added, "You were possessed by an evil spirit. I expelled it from your body. You should be able to feel its absence from your body.

"Expelled from my... you know magic?" The Magician surveyed Link from tip to toe. His surroundings seemed unreal to him. At the moment, he was more intrigued by Link's presence than his own current condition.