The sound of spells exploding continued without pause, each blast felt as if it struck right at Vladimir's heart.
"Sixty, seventy... one hundred one, one hundred two..."
Vladimir counted each explosion, and by the end, he had even become numb.
Thirty seconds quickly passed, and Richard emerged from the cockpit to Vladimir's side:
"Master, what do you think of my Magic Support Vehicle?"
"Three hundred six... what did you say?" Vladimir seemed startled by Richard's question, his voice suddenly rose sharply.
Richard repeated his earlier statement, somewhat helplessly: "Master, what do you think of my Magic Support Vehicle?"
"Oh, you mean an evaluation..."
Vladimir was somewhat flustered. He subconsciously reached for the pipe hanging from the corner of his mouth but found nothing.
Seeing the pipe lying at Vladimir's feet, Richard picked it up and handed it over to him.
Vladimir took the pipe, his left hand trembling slightly as he struck up a flame and lit the pipe.
