and, with a rather displeased expression, glanced at the first page. Although it was written in Atlantean, he couldn’t understand half of the text, and the other half made no sense to him.
‘Perhaps, instead of causing suffering, we might be able to help someone.’
Darius stared at the pages covered in tiny handwriting, with magical circles and symbols drawn on them. He knew nothing about alchemy or healing, so he had no idea what to do with the documents he’d been given. After handing over the notes, Veson spent a little more time with Bleist, but avoided returning to the previous topic at all costs. When he decided he’d stayed long enough, he said a quick goodbye and invited the earl to visit, this time in a more friendly manner.
‘I’ve got no choice,’ he muttered, gathering the papers into a single pile. He didn’t bother to put them in order; he simply tossed them on top of one another. ‘He was counting on this from the start.’ He rose from his desk and, with a disgruntled expression, headed for the door. It was difficult to ask for help, but there was no shame in it. ‘If the Grand Master doesn’t know what to do about this, then no one else will be able to either,’ he said, glancing at the empty office, before disappearing through the door.
