Tricks

With his status updated, he allows the Book of Commoners to disappear as he looks down at his hand, concentrating hard as he whispers "Carnival Tricks.". As he finishes his words, an orange spark flickers to life in his hand, but quickly fades away before it does anything.

Honestly, Michael wasn't really sure what to expect, especially since the spell didn't actually exist in the game... He glares at his hand and tries again, imagining himself summoning a bird in his hand. "Carnival Tricks."

*zzZZaaAp!*

An electrical sound occurs as orange sparks are released from his palm, this time with some kind of origami-type bird forming from nothing. It didn't really look like much, the bird was around the size of a balled fist, with particles constantly emitting from its body.

Indeed, its form seemed to become fainter and fainter the longer it existed. Eventually it just seemed to faze out of existence, the spell ending without much else happening.

He tries this a third time, this time commanding the bird to fly to a nearby tree and back... It does so and sits back on his hand, causing Michael to grin due to the various applications of this spell. The last thing he wanted to check was whether or not the bird could be touched... Or, if it could, how much force would it take to destroy it...

Unfortunately, as soon as his finger passes through it, it quickly fades away in a manner reminiscent of smoke in heavy winds.

With many ideas on how to utilise his new spells still in his mind, he stands and glances over to the horse. It wouldn't be long until he'd be forced to leave Redfield, which was actually kind of disappointing... This village was the first place he actually liked in this new world, the people were kind and not overbearing like the nobles at the academy, the food, while not at Earth's standards was filling and warm... If he wasn't being chased by the Aristocracy, he could see himself spending a good amount of time here.

Regardless, his affection for the place wouldn't change his situation, so, after finding Ronald, they both went through the village collecting the various supplies he'd need for his journey ahead.

Michael was given small pouches filled with dried meats, hard bread, fruits, and some nuts. Along with some kind of water canteen... Which, upon finding out it was literally made from goat-skin, wished he hadn't asked.

He was given some other bits and pieces as well, but Michael still didn't dare to ask how the currency worked... After all, he'd said that he was the son of a merchant, it'd be incredibly weird if he didn't know his pennies from his pounds...

When all was said and done, Michael found himself sitting atop Milky in the middle of the village, where he'd been awaked by Ronald previously. Ronald's family stood at the side to see him off, but Michael was surprised to see Ronald step out of his house with a large piece of fabric in his arms.

"Hey, this was supposed to be for Samuel on his name-day but, seein' as two mares and a carriage is hardly worth what we gave ya', we'll get him somethin' else." Ronald says as he tosses the brown cloak over Michael's shoulders. "Doubt you'd get far if you got caught in the rain without protection, those clothes your wearing wouldn't protect you from even a drizzle." he states, Michael nodding in realisation.

He pulls the cloak tighter as he fixes the clasp just under his neck, not bothering to pull the hood down right now. "T-thanks... You've really helped me out here, I don't know what I would've done otherwise." he admits with an appreciative smile.

Ronald nods, stepping back and throwing his arms around his two sons, "Just remember to visit whenever you're nearby! If I see you near here without sayin' hello, I'll spank you like my father used to do to me!" he laughs as his wife and children send troubled glances his way.

Michael can't help but chuckle in response, nodding as does one last check on his supplies... His coin pouches, food, water, and daggers were all secured. Not to mention the sacks of jewellery and clothing the thieves had acquired that'd been tied onto the horse behind the saddle.

"See you guys later! I'll visit in the future if I can!" he says, bidding one last farewell as he fully concentrates on riding Milky out of the village, into the sunset as the family watches.

As picturesque as this might seem, Ronald had advised him to journey out in the morning as the countryside got more dangerous the further away from the capital you got. Alas, Michael knew he was on a time limit, and couldn't risk letting his pursuers catch up with him.

Even if he could fight them off, he was incredibly wary of killing yet more people, especially if they were only doing their jobs.

He releases a sigh as Milky hops slightly to get over a root, almost dislodging Michael from the saddle, "I swear Milky! If you toss me off I'll turn you to glue!" he growls at the horse as they ride into the forest. The horse just gives a neigh in response, though, whether or not it was replying to his threat was unknown.

All Michael knew was that he needed to get to the next village as soon as possible. Unlike the carriage, he wouldn't be able to sleep while riding, so while he was faster like this, he'd need to rest eventually.

"I wonder if I can get a mount from the game?" he idly mutters to himself, wondering if taking the Luna, Mirana, or Chaos Knight Spirits would grant their respective companions to him... That would be really cool if it did, riding around on a giant panther...