"What exactly did you do to me? Where is my magic? Why can't I cast magic?!!"
Charles had never been this terrified before. When he opened his eyes, his power had completely vanished... No, it was not his power that had vanished. Charles clearly remembered that he was a mage, and a Three-Star Mage of the Order School at that.
He knew that he had specialized in the Elemental System within the Order School and excelled at elemental spells. He could even recite the names of every instructor who had taught him.
But he simply could not cast magic!!
It was like someone starving to death. He knew he would die if he did not eat, and he knew what food was, yet he had somehow "forgotten" the process of eating!
No, for a mage, this was even crueler than starving to death!
"Give me back my magic! Give it back!!"
Although Charles had been a fairly powerful mage before, without magic, he was no more than an ordinary man. Facing the furious, roaring Charles, Fang Zheng merely snorted and raised the Skycleaver Sword in his hand, pressing it against the man's throat. Feeling the icy blade, Charles could not help but shut his mouth—he no longer had Protection from Blades to rely on. One strike, and he would be dead beyond doubt.
"All right, Baldy. From now on, I ask a question, and you answer it. If you say one extra word of nonsense, I can't guarantee my hand won't slip... Understand?"
"You... you dare threaten me? Do you know who I am—"
Swish!
Before Charles could finish speaking, a flash of sword light swept before his eyes. Then he felt a chill beneath his waist. Looking down, Charles sucked in a sharp breath—the tip of Fang Zheng's sword