“This is bad. It appears this gas is poisonous,” Lutz said, pulling out the Gas Cleaner obtained earlier.
“What kind of machine is that?”
“It’s a type of air purifier. It looks small, but it has a 10 meter range. It’s able to nullify things like noxious gasses and bacteria. Please try to stay close to me as we continue through.”
Alisa showed the small bottle she received from Dr. Amamoto to Dr. Luveno.
“Oh!” exclaimed Dr. Luveno. “Is that Soy Braised Sharkin?! That’s my favorite!
…You know, this prison isn’t so bad. I’ve grown quite fond of it, really. The food is okay, and there’s no people around to ridicule me. However,” he continued, “there is just one thing that I can’t get in here, and that’s Soy Braised Sharkin. And now that I’ve seen some, I can’t stand it here anymore! I’m going to get out of here and fill my stomach up with the stuff!”
Suddenly, the doctor stood up and kicked the bed which was attached to the wall. Incredibly, there was a huge hole hidden in the corner of the prison cell’s wall.
“I set it up this way so that I could escape any time I wanted. Anyway, moving on. Shall we go save Amamoto, too?”
Somehow, it seems as though this doctor was only in prison for the hell of it.
Alisa and her comrades made it to the northern reaches of the continent. They could make out the village of Bartevo with their eyes — and noses. There was also an undersea cave nearby, over on the other side of the channel.
The battle only lasted an instant. Of the six shadows flying through the air, three of them came crashing down to the ground.
Tyrone, Lutz, and Myau defeated each of the three Kryons.
“You could have at least left one for me,” sulked Alisa.
“It’s good for the main character to take a break once in awhile. —Those bat guys are actually pretty loaded —Oh, hey, this one’s still breathing.”
“Hehehe, there’s a lava pit up ahead. You’re all going to die there — gahhh!”
“What an idiot, letting the enemy know about upcoming danger,” said Alisa, sheathing her sword after delivering the final blow. (+1 CP, +1 MP, +200 MESETA.)
“Well, if it’s that dangerous up ahead, there might be something for us there,” said Lutz.
“Who are you?” the shadow said in a hoarse, husky voice.
A black shadow materialized in front of Alisa and party. A ghostly skeleton inlaid with mechanical parts – a Cyborg Mage!
“You first — who are you? Don’t tell me you’re Lutz,” said Tyrone.
The shadow clucked with laughter. He had a voice that rubbed nerves the wrong way.
“What’s so funny!?”
“Why, I’m just laughing because you people just asked the same question as I. And as for your other question, ‘Could you be Lutz?’ – no, it would appear not.”
“You’re trying to find Lutz too, aren’t you. What do you plan to do by meeting Lutz?”
“Let’s see, what do I plan to do? Burn him to death with flames. Or maybe I’ll crush his face in with my staff. Cretins who make enemies out of Lord La Shiec deserve to be met with death.”
“You’re one of La Shiec’s underlings! I’m not going to let someone like you go meet Lutz!”
Alisa readied her sword.
He clucked once more with laughter. “You people are saying you want to fight me? I’m a robotic sorcerer – the great Cyborg Mage!”