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Archer looked confused at him for a long moment after he had finished speaking. "Did you just say... magic?" He asked just to make sure, even though he knew what he had heard. "Are you sure you haven't hit your head?" Just like his supposedly existing country, his supposedly existing magic was something non had ever stumbled upon. But Archer eventually decided to just roll with it.
"You should probably be careful with whom you're speaking to about the magic stuff. The church has had a history of burning supposedly wizards and witches. All they need is a small piece of faked evidence or a fake witness, and after that there won't even be a fair trial before a head rolls." He warned. No one had truly been proven guilty of witch craft, but no one had been proven not guilty either. Archer didn't believe that any of those people that had burnt on the stake was people with magical powers, and of course he didn't think for even a second that Adrian had powers.
"You should probably be careful with whom you're speaking to about the magic stuff. The church has had a history of burning supposedly wizards and witches. All they need is a small piece of faked evidence or a fake witness, and after that there won't even be a fair trial before a head rolls." He warned. No one had truly been proven guilty of witch craft, but no one had been proven not guilty either. Archer didn't believe that any of those people that had burnt on the stake was people with magical powers, and of course he didn't think for even a second that Adrian had powers.