Chapter 12 (2/2)

Said the dragon to himself. I will make him always proud.

James was depressed by what had happened. He didn't know whether it was more the state the shop was in or the fact that he was once again powerless. He knew full well that if the wizard had appeared seconds later he would have joined his brother. Someone had saved him again. He was furious at himself for not noticing the mage hiding behind the thugs, at his thoughtlessness and at allowing his master's shop to be treated like this.

Of course, he didn't resent Draco for moving to his aid as best he could and doing it in such a manner rather than another. He was even impressed that the wizard was so powerful compared to his age, and on top of that he didn't flaunt it and acted like an ordinary person.

When he told his master exactly what had happened, he too was quite impressed. He pondered something for a while, then nodded briefly as if deciding something and stated that they would both have to thank the mage for the rescue once they had settled things with the soldiers.

Now everything was sorted out. The attackers had been arrested and taken away by the City Guard, all the damage was probably going to be covered by the requisition of their possessions, although it didn't seem to have been much. Matheo, however, stated that he was planning to remodel the shop front and change the décor anyway, and this only gave him an excuse. The joke seemed forced, but no one said anything.

They had just entered the workshop to sit for a while in the time it took Fiora to inspect the damage and condition of the structure. As a dwarf, she knew as much about architecture as she did about metalworking, so no one argued with her when she said that it might not be safe to enter the upper floors and no one was allowed to step on the stairs until told otherwise. James noticed that Mathea's sons looked ashamed that they had

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