Chapter 11 (3/3)

James wasn't sure how to interpret what the mage had said. Referring to the reinforced steel half-armour as lightweight didn't make any sense if you weren't a dragon, and the wizard didn't look like he was joking. Although the elf noticed that when he answered questions related to equipment he had used before he thought deeply, but with the material he replied reflexively as if he had been taught to answer such questions quickly. Like in a military academy. It flashed through his mind. In addition, it did not help that Mathea's sons glanced at each other and at Bleist's apprentice. It seemed to him that he had missed something during the earlier conversation over the meal and was thus unable to fit together the other pieces of the puzzle, which should suddenly surprise him and give him the answer he wanted. He did not want to be the only one who did not know something obvious in connection with the young mage. The boy had already surprised him by remaining unnoticed in the shop, and now answering questions reflexively with practised skill.

They went down to the ground floor, but instead of going into the shop James turned towards his master's workshop and the armour storage room next to it. There were many pieces of heavy armour there, as they were not in great demand on Atlantis. Mages rarely used this type of armour. Most often, they chose light leather half-armour or chainmail so that it did not hinder their movements and cast numerous protective spells on it themselves. Heavy armour was simply too bulky and restricted the mages' movements and caused them to tire quickly. Although James had already noticed that Draco did not resemble a typical wizard-tall, slim and slightly muscular, but looked more like someone who had spent most of his life doing physical exercise. If he had used steel armour before and fought in it then he must have a lot of strength. He thought as he opened the door to the workshop. Then it would fit his build, but why would a mage put

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