Two streets away from Richard's courtyard, in a small courtyard, main room.
A male wizard in his fifties, wearing a scarlet robe, was sitting on the bed. His hands clasped in chicken-claw shapes on his knees, eyes tightly closed, brows furrowed, as if exerting full control over something.
Suddenly, his body shuddered, and a small trickle of blood ran down his nostrils, as if injured by something.
Moments later, his body shook twice in succession, and more blood flowed from his nostrils.
"Ugh!"
The male wizard spat out a mouthful of blood, suddenly opened his eyes, his expression somewhat panicked. The loose skin on either side of his nose formed distinct lines of decree, trembling incessantly at this point.
"Oh no, oh no..."
The male wizard exclaimed, hurriedly got out of bed, grabbed a green magic wand beside him, ready to flee.
