Sorcerer's Survival Manual

Ansair, who was in a coma in pain, also woke up in pain.

His eyes seemed to be stuck with glue, and after several struggles, he barely opened a gap. The emerald pupils that were beautiful and clean in the past were full of bloodshot eyes, and his mouth was as dry and astringent as if it had swallowed a ball of fire. The figure, the whole body hurts so much that I can't even move my fingers.

The originally clear field of vision was covered with a layer of dark screens, and everything was hazy. Ansair could barely see a piece of green in the field of vision, and the faint rustling sound came into the aching ears, as if It's the sound of leaves being blown by the wind.

After a long period of chaos and pain, a sliver of clarity slowly emerged in the brain, which made Ansair recall what happened before.

He was swallowed by the space crack.

After thinking of this, he felt a little lucky.

Even if he feels very bad now, he is already lucky if his life is still alive.

Even if a god falls into the space crack, half of his life will be lost. He is a mixed-race human magician, and he is already lucky enough to not die in it.

But he doesn't look much better now.

Ansair did not forget the taste of blood in his mouth before he passed out.

He must be looking terrible now.

Although his ears were also injured, resulting in a lot of hearing loss, Ansair still heard a cry of exclamation, followed by a few hurried footsteps coming towards him.

Turning his neck and eyes hard in the direction of the voice, three figures appeared in his blurred vision.

Ansair, who couldn't see clearly who the other party was, and didn't know where he was, was very nervous. He couldn't be sure whether these people were enemies or friends. If the people who came were not so friendly, he would have no way to protect himself in his current situation.

Under his nervous and guarded eyes, three people ran over and carefully squatted beside him to check the situation.

Probably because he looked so bad that these people didn't even dare to move him, and some of them even reached out to check if he was still breathing. After confirming that he was still alive, the man said to the people behind him sentence.

Ansair heard that sentence clearly, but he couldn't understand what language it was.

Not Thrane Common nor any of the languages ​​he had learned, not even the language of God.

So he should not be in God's Domain now. After all, the only language in God's Domain besides Common Language is Divine Language.

Of course, he was not lucky enough to fall back to his hometown Lotska.

Fortunately, these three people did not have any malicious intentions. Although he was not good at communication, Ansair, who had always had a good intuition, believed his own judgment.

After they said a few words, one of them left, and the remaining two stayed. They spoke to Ansair, but due to the language barrier, and he really didn't have any strength right now. , Ansair is also impossible to answer them.

Even, his consciousness began to trance again, in a daze, he only felt that some tasteless liquid that should be water was smeared on his lips.

The mouth was moistened, and finally it was not so uncomfortable.

Then he fell asleep again.

***

When Ansair woke up again, he felt much better than before.

Although the body is still unable to move, at least there is no such pain of being smashed to pieces.

And he felt that his inability to move now was probably not due to injury.

Although he couldn't see it, Ansair could clearly feel that his whole body was restrained, even his face was wrapped in fabric that should be cloth, leaving only his mouth and nose for him to breathe.

Someone probably treated him.

The originally hazy field of vision, which seemed to be separated by a layer of veil, is now clear again. The goal is a white roof. Because it is too white, some mottled marks on it become particularly dazzling.

The mummified head turned with difficulty, and the beautiful emerald eyes finally saw clearly the environment he was in.