Tobias And The Arcane Merchant Romane & Geschichten

The moment he saw me, he ended the call and hurried over. "What took you so long?" he queried; his voice was tinged with impatience. "There was a small hitch this morning," I replied, rubbing the back of my neck. "I had to take care of it. What's wrong?" I studied his worried expression. "You look troubled." Tobias studied me for a moment before exhaling deeply. "Well, brace yourself because there's trouble… lots of it. First of all, the food and spices, including those fighting resources made specially for Ferals and Moonstones coming through the werewolf trade routes, have been seized."

“Are you okay? Tom asked, coming over to her side. Everything was happening all over again. Without further ado, she threw away the towel around her neck and rushed out of the saloon. ** Ichabod opened his eyes immediately and Adams rushed in. “I saw you come in right now, I was shouting your name and you didn’t respond, what happened?” He sat up right, standing up. “That wasn’t me. That was Odin. The ring can’t retain him any longer, he is getting too strong. If I can change into Odin at any moment of the day, then I don’t think I can stand a chance any longer. I need to meet the lady now.” ** “You can’t be serious.” Vivian blurted out.

I’m not sure it was a question, but he sighs as if he were disappointed. I grab his arm. I’m desperate, and I need him to let Thomas go. “Please. We have a child, and she needs her father.” “Oh, my God,” Tobias runs his hand through his silky head. His eyes suddenly turn black, and I jump back, scared because I’ve never seen anything like this before. What the hell is he? I scream as the front door explodes, and in march a dozen men. They’re all dressed in extravagant clothing, making them look like soldiers from centuries ago.

Just as Luka had done when Hope transformed, he covered my eyes with his hands. When he released them, I found an older man, dressed in a white robe, with long white hair and a golden crown on his head. He looked like royalty, rather than an elder. Then again, I suppose all Elders of the Tree Fairies were royalty. The Elder’s speech was weird, it didn’t sound normal like the other NPCs I have come across. “We are looking for the Wizard that attacked your village. He took a Fairy named Thad, that we are trying to find.” Luka answered.

We were already struggling to keep things under wraps, and now we have to worry about a powerful sorcerer as well. Tobi shut his eyes and wiped his hands over his face. “What, Tobi? I can tell there’s something you are not telling me,” I raised a brow and crossed my hands over my chest. "Jason, you shouldn't be here," Tobi said, his voice shaking. "It's not safe." "What's not safe?" I demanded, jerking my head backward. "What's going on?" Tobi paused for a moment before finally blurting out, "The amulet, Jason. It's cursed. I didn't know it at first, but when I tried to sell it to the rival dealer, he realized what it was and tried to kill me."

“You’re bribing me, now?” Tobias chuckled. “Well, why not? We’re both aware that you’d have agreed to it, either way. Might as well take the opportunity, right?” “Bastard,” Amara grumbled and then sighed. “Alright, alright, tell me what did you do to make my grandfather, the most stubborn man in the world, forgive you and I’ll consider letting you take me on a date.” Tobias, not at all surprised, accepted the offer. “I gave Seventy percent of Labyrinth’s ownership to Synergy.”

“Judging by the First Elder’s aura, he should have cultivated the Nebule Palm to a high level. Even just a small increase in rank might be the key to victory!” “This battle is over. Andrius is bound to lose.” Everyone was in awe and amazement. Boom— As Tobias continued to accumulate power, a deadly gale began to swirl around them. Large stones dozens of meters away were crushed into dust. The Medicine Sect disciples nearby had to retreat to avoid being caught in the crossfire. “Ignorant child...” Tobias gathered enough energy and roared, “Since you dare to insult me, I’ll teach you a lesson today on behalf of your deceased elders!”

The energy all around him made him look as terrifying as a ferocious humanoid beast. Without further ado, Tobias pulled out his Soul Devouring Nail with one hand and a small cauldron with the other. The small cauldron grew in mid-air and instantly became as big as a millstone. A large green light shone down, forming a protective shield around Tobias's body. He then raised his head annoyedly and said in a cold tone, "You're demanding too much. Isn't one elite-quality spiritual treasure enough for you?"

His white beard reached his chest, and his eyes—bright as a bulb—swept across the battlefield. Tobias. Elder Tobias. Alive. He stepped forward with a staff in one hand and fire in the other. Since when did he learn dramatic entries and when did he start using magic? Dorian’s snarl was instant. “Impossible!” Tobias didn’t flinch. “You keep using that word, Dorian. I don’t think you know what it means.” He walked toward us, slow, sure. “Do you have room,” Tobias said, pausing just at our front line, “for one more?”