Julius had learned a lot of things during his 18 years on Earth. He wasn't just going to learn about literature and calligraphy but also went to a lot of places.
One of those places was a circus. He had learned how to hide objects in his clothes and made it seem as if they had disappeared, from street magicians.
Who knew that it would actually come in handy one day?
In fact, today was the first day Julius tried doing this. The first long stick he picked and made invisible when he was coming out of the basement—that one was a result of his partial invisibility blessing—but making the pendant vanish was a simple trick of vision, actually.
He didn't know how the captain was able to see through his palms to *know* what he was *doing,* but that was what he suspected.
There was also something that *rang* in his head for quite some time now. He *had* heard about this Monarch of Chaos over and over.
He reasoned it.
Skull called the necklace he had a symbol of followers of the Rebel. The Rebel was one of the five monarchs who sided with the Godking in the War of Gods, so did that mean that the Monarch of Chaos was actually this Rebel?
He was certain of this one, at least.
Julius then looked to the side and saw four metallic rings—which could size his head—sitting by the corner close to a rope. He brought them to himself and then threw them all up in the air.
He began to juggle them around him, and then he removed his hand, making them still in the air. He spread his hands sideways to show his workings.
The crew ahead clapped, and it seemed like the rings were getting blurry. He put his hand under the wheel and caught all the rings.
Bern, who was looking at him, still couldn't figure out his trick and was just smiling on his chair while the sorceress' hands danced around his chest.
'At least I have enough strength for this one. Spinning it fast enough to create that image wasn't easy.' He thought, and then he proceeded to perform a few more tricks.
Balancing himself on a stick, walking on a thin rope, doing certain dances that his crippled body would've never allowed him to do before.
He had to keep it up till the sun began to go down, and then the tall guy took him back to his cage.
He was drenched in sweat by now and exhausted. The man looked at him again before handing him a bottle filled with liquid and walked away.
Julius took the small bottle and popped open the cap to inhale a rather nauseating stench from it, and he instantly recognized it as beer.
"Why is your face doing that?" Lyra's voice came from his side, followed by a chuckle, and then he turned to see her laughing at him.
"This beer is not even the one with the highest potency. You should reach our village, Dravenhold. We have many beers much richer than this," she said, a longing tone finding its way into her voice.
"You don't say," Julius mumbled, staring at the bottle in his hands.
He sighed as he put the bottle to his mouth, but then he frowned and took it away, staring at it intently. In the next moment, golden words appeared in front of him.
**[Consumable: Dravenhold Root Beer Grade: Mortal Grade Description: A beer created from the root of Dravenhold village tree. Containing both a sweet and bitter taste. Status: Freshly preserved and healthy.]**
He smiled as he read the information on the bottle he was holding, and then he put it on his lips and drank it.
In both of his lives, he had never tasted beer before. Although he was a bit of a smoker, the smell of beer always turned him off.
Also, he couldn't quite figure out why the giant guy gave him the beer. Was he that satisfied by his services?
Julius removed the bottle from his mouth, and then he relaxed his back as he dropped it to the ground.
As if by signal, the shackles which were beside him suddenly moved on their own and wrapped his wrists once more.
"Shit, these again?" he gritted his teeth.
"Hahaha, for someone who proclaimed to be able to escape this place, I didn't expect to see you here again. What happened? Reality finally caught up to you?" Lyra laughed, and Julius raised a brow as he stared at her.
"Shut up, Lyra?" Julius tensed up as he heard a voice behind him, and he looked at the cage on the other side of his own—the one which seemed empty.
There, in the darkness, it was like the person was there, but not also there at the same time.
As if reading his mind, a thin man appeared from within the darkness with a frown on his face. He had short blue hair and deep dark eyes.
He seemed to be shorter than Julius at observation, and then he raised a brow at Julius.
"What, you didn't see me before?" he asked the most obvious question, and Julius didn't even know if he should answer.
"Are you three the only ones in here?" he asked, wanting to confirm something.
"We're five. There are two people on the side of those barrels also." The short guy pointed at the barrels, and at the farthest side that he was blinded from seeing, he could see a few other cages there as well.
A short breath left his lips, and then he looked up.
"Today was a rather hectic one. I would also have to figure out how to entertain them until they get to their destination, which would take a week." He rubbed his face with his palm, and then Skull, who had been quiet all this time, suddenly spoke up.
"Where exactly is their destination?" he asked with a frown.
"They're going to conquer—or rather destroy—a place called..." Julius frowned as he remembered the name of the place.
"Dravenhold..."