Aur's eyes trembled; his demeanor finally seemed lost.
"You are the person I first bought from."
In front of him stood an old man with a single leg and an eyepatch over his left eye.
"How did you find out that I'm not a Tier Seven Wizard?"
"Well, the answer is simple, brat. If it were a matter of logic, then without using any spells, it would have been basically impossible for me to find you. However, I have this handy thing."
He took out an old compass without a needle.
"This is what I call a relic of the past."
"Hmm?" Aur tilted his head with a confused expression. "Relic of the past?"
"From the Golden Era—the era where every path flourished, and the wizard path was basically non-existent."
"Interesting," Aur muttered, his eyes narrowing as he observed the object. "So this thing doesn't require any mana?"
