"Alright." Kalalin interrupted the two's philosophical discussion, "Bruto, give me another drop of your blood..."
"Didn't you say it wasn't necessary before?" The dwarf looked at the Scholar skeptically, "Why are you asking for it now?"
"Because my abilities are limited." Kalalin confidently answered, "Anything that's connected can make the results of Prophecy Magic more accurate. As the son of a father, your blood is one of the strongest indicators. Moreover, blood itself holds special magic power. Even without any external force, some individuals with keen senses can directly sense the presence of their blood kin..."
"Alright, alright, I'll give it to you," Bruto waved his hand impatiently, "How much do you need? Should I slit my wrist?"
"No need, just a little will do, about as much as if you'd smacked a mosquito that just bit you..."
