Merlin placed a spell on the hunting map Malcolm had.
It evolved to be an item that allowed him to move without getting lost, at least in Blue Temple.
Afterwards, Malcolm headed out on his own.
Although he could feel the lingering gaze of Merlin, he knew that if they were to stay together, they would only grow to become more attached to each other.
On his way back, Malcolm killed monsters and used his ‘Art of Death’ skill to increase his level of understanding.
Grr. Grrrrr.
The completed undead looked at Malcolm while flicking its tongue.
After wildly mixing the corpses of a monkey monster and a red salamander, he received an art score of 5.
‘Just mixing them won’t do.’
Malcolm lived the past 40 years as an assassin.
Perhaps the little artistic sense he may have had in the past h
