When Lin Li walked into the guild's medical room, Macklin was pacing around anxiously. Perhaps it was because of Orrin's injury, but the old man's temper seemed to be particularly bad today. A group of guild mages who came to visit Orrin hid far away, for fear of angering Macklin, who was on the verge of exploding. There were more than 10 people in the guild's medical room, but only Mason dared to sit beside the bed. This was because he was holding a glass of water in his hand, which Lin Li had instructed him to feed to Orrin before he left. Even Macklin, who disliked everyone, would not find trouble with him at this time.
"How is it?" Lin Li walked to the bed, and asked Mason softly.
Mason sighed. "His complexion is better than before, but he still hasn't woken up …"
"Don't worry, I'll think of another way." After comforting him, Lin Li called out to Macklin, who was pacing back and forth. "Mr. Macklin, aren't you tired of walking around like this? Can you stop and take a breather first? I've invited Archbishop Englos over. Let him take a look at Orrin first … "
"Huh?" Macklin was stunned. He did not expect that the person this fella wanted to look for was the legendary Archbishop Englos!
Oh, and Hoffman …
Damn it, there must be some unspeakable secret between this fella and Hoffman. According to the apprentice who came back, he was immediately treated like a VIP the moment he handed over his crystal card. When he said that he wanted to look for Hoffman, someone immediately brought him to Hoffman. The whole process was not obstructed at all, as if it was a normal thing for a mage apprentice to look for Hoffman.
After seeing Hoffman, this plump middle-aged man did not ask anything, and directly called a carriage to follow him to the Guild of Magic.
"Archbishop Englos is here too?" Englos was one of the four archbishops of the Brilliance Shrine. No matter how anxious Macklin was, he had to welcome him with a face full of smiles. This was a necessary etiquette. Macklin represented the Guild of Magic, and Englos represented the Brilliance Shrine. Any carelessness could affect the relationship between the two parties.
Who knew that the moment he stepped out of the door, the smile on Macklin's face froze.
What the hell …
Why does the guy standing behind Englos look so familiar?
His entire body was wrapped in a black robe, and his skinny face was as pale as a zombie's. Who else could it be other than Sendros, who else could it be but him?
Damn it, how could Sendros appear in the Guild of Magic!
All of a sudden, Macklin got goosebumps. How could he not know what kind of person Sendros was? He was a Necromancer who had been famous for decades, and it was said that his strength was not inferior to that of a Legendary-mage. Although Sendros had never appeared in the Felan Kingdom in the past few decades, his name was probably known even to children. The massacre in Rotterdam was so famous that the adults in Rotterdam often used that name to scare children even after decades.
This time, Macklin was really shocked.
It was understandable that Hoffman was here. After all, he had personally admitted that he had bought a batch of herbs from Felic in the guild hall that day. After a while, it was not surprising that the two of them were friends. As for Archbishop Englos, it was most likely because of Andoine. Macklin knew that the archbishop owed Andoine a huge favor when he was young.
But …
Why is Sendros here? Isn't this too fake …
He was a real Necromancer, a monster that was half human and half Undead. He had been famous for decades, and other than Englos, he had never heard of anyone asking for his help. No matter how capable Felic was, he was only in his twenties, after all. How could he have gotten close to someone like Sendros?
Wait a minute …
Just as he was dumbfounded, Macklin suddenly thought of something.
Didn't Felic attend a gathering about half a month ago? Macklin vaguely remembered that the organizer of that gathering was the Pharmacists Guild. If he remembered correctly, these three guys in front of him had a terrifying background. Other than having a strong background and strength, they had something in common — they were all true Masters of Pharmacy!
Oh, yes. Ever since that gathering, it seemed that many big shots had come to the Alanna Guild of Magic the next day. From Prince Lionheart Johnathan to Assassin Oro, and then Archbishop Englos and Fatty Hoffman, one after another. Yet, after they came, they did not say anything, and only pulled him along to chat with Aldwin. At the same time, they also asked if there was any impressive person in the Guild of Magic recently …
Damn it, isn't Felic an impressive person?
This time, Macklin completely understood.
Could it be that these big shots came one after another because of Felic?
They must have seen Felic at the gathering. Who knew what that kid did to actually lead them to the Guild of Magic one by one? Damn it, this kid is too cunning. He did not say anything after he came back, and even said that he was selling herbs when he met Hoffman. He's more like lying to a ghost. No, I have to discuss this with Aldwin …
The few who came today were impressive. All of them were true Masters of Pharmacy. Those who could be friends with them were at least high-level pharmacists.
Damn it, this kid Felic really hid it well …
Back when they were on the Nightmare Mountains, Macklin had heard with his own ears that this kid had given pointers to Andoine in pharmaceutics. At that time, he knew that this kid's attainments in pharmaceutics must be very high. But Macklin had never thought that it would be to this extent. What was the concept of a high-level pharmacist? It was a person who knew at least hundreds of potion formulas. With these hundreds of potion formulas, he could easily decide the outcome of a battle between Archmages!
Macklin scratched his head, and thought to himself, I must have seen a ghost!
He really wanted to ask if this kid was still human. Not only did he break through to the Archmage realm at the age of 20, but he was also proficient in pharmaceutics and forging at the same time. On one hand, he was a high-level blacksmith, and on the other hand, he was a high-level pharmacist. Sometimes, Macklin really suspected that this kid might have a child one day …
"Please come in …" Macklin warmly invited the three of them into the guild's medical room. But in his heart, he kept muttering to himself that after treating Orrin, he had to interrogate that kid Felic properly!
Englos walked into the guild's medical room, and frowned the moment he saw Orrin lying on the bed.
"Felic, I'm afraid your friend's condition is really bad …"
"Yes, I know …"
"If I'm not wrong, the injuries on his body should be caused by some kind of fire element magic. This is usually nothing, and it's nothing more than a Holy Light Spell. But because of the existence of the Dry Soul Curse, his life force has completely dried up. Even if I use the Holy Light Spell on him, his injuries will not improve at all …"
"Then, can we wait for Mr. Hoffman to remove the curse before you use the Holy Light Spell?"
"It should be possible, but we have to be fast. Otherwise, if he loses too much blood, and his life force is completely drained, I'm afraid His Highness the Pope will have to act personally to save him …"
"Yes." Lin Li nodded, and asked Hoffman, "Mr. Hoffman, the method you mentioned just now …"
"Let me try …" Hoffman walked to the front of the bed, and slowly stretched out his right hand. At this time, his five chubby fingers seemed to be abnormally agile as if they had no bones. After a few strange gestures, a white ray of light surged out from his palm, and covered Orrin's wound instantly.
In this process, Lin Li could clearly see that the white ray of light seemed to have a life of its own as it continuously surged into Orrin's body. At the same time, the wisps of mist seemed to have been stimulated by something, and became turbulent in an instant. It was as if a dark cloud was shrouding the wound, dense and dense, and had a strong stench.
Hoffman's expression was solemn. As the white ray of light on his hand became brighter, the sweat on his chubby face increased. In the end, his chubby face became as pale as Sendros.
Lin Li knew that it was because he had expended too much energy.
Even Lin Li, who did not know much about curses, knew that this time, Hoffman had really exerted all his strength. In just a few minutes, he seemed to have become haggard, and his forehead was full of sweat and his face was pale. He looked as if he had just run dozens of kilometers. All of this was naturally because of the curse on Orrin's body.
"F * ck, I owe him a big favor …"
Hoffman was a true businessman. If he was willing to expend his energy to save Orrin, he would definitely want to get a bigger return in return. When the time came, it would be hard for Lin Li to reject him if he wanted anything from him.
"Gryffindor, you bastard, I'm not going to play with you!" Lin Li could not help but feel a headache at the thought of owing three huge favors at the same time. He hated Gryffindor even more for injuring Orrin. If not for the fact that there were so many people present, he would have long gone to find trouble with Gryffindor.
"Felic, come over here for a while …" Macklin called Lin Li over while the three pharmacists were busy with their tasks.
"What?" Lin Li glanced at Macklin with vigilance. Today, he had invited Hoffman and the other two pharmacists. Lin Li was already mentally prepared. This time, Macklin would definitely not let him off. With Macklin's intelligence, he would be able to quickly guess what Lin Li had done at the gathering.
"Nothing much, just a chat …"
"Alright, alright, you don't have to interrogate me anymore. I'll tell you everything. That's right, I did get to know these big shots at the gathering at the Pharmacists Guild. They felt that my pharmaceutical skills were not bad, and wanted to build a good relationship with me. Hence, when I asked for help this time, they all agreed. That's all, do you have any other questions?" Lin Li was very straightforward, and told the whole story in one breath.
"F * ck, I'm afraid only you know how many things you have hidden from me!" After listening to Lin Li, Macklin glared at him angrily. Then, he shook his head. "But, I'm not looking for you to talk about this …"
"Huh?" Lin Li almost fell to the ground. He had been honest for so long, and it was all for nothing?
"Who asked you to act smart …" The old man pursed his lips. Then, with a serious face, he asked, "Are you trying to find trouble with Gryffindor?"
"Of course!" At the mention of Gryffindor's name, Lin Li was instantly infuriated. He gritted his teeth, and said, "How could he be so heavy-handed? It's not like you didn't see it. That was a Pyroblast. If not for Orrin's strong life, he would have been blown to death by that Pyroblast. How would he have the chance to be cursed?"
"That's right. That little bastard Gryffindor really deserves a beating!" Macklin's face was also filled with righteous indignation. But after scolding, his old face frowned again. "But, Felic, you'd better listen to my advice. Don't get into a conflict with Gryffindor these two days …"
"On what basis?" Lin Li's face fell instantly. Gryffindor almost killed Orrin with a Pyroblast, and this old fellow actually didn't allow him to get into a conflict with him. Was he so frightened by Sendros that he had dementia?
Lin Li, Orrin, Mason, and Gryffindor had been roommates for two months. From completing Macklin's mission together to struggling in the Shadowglen, learning in the Omniscient Tower every day to sparring in the arena every other day, their relationship had long surpassed that of ordinary roommates. They were the closest comrades and the most trustworthy brothers. When Gryffindor's Pyroblast hit Orrin, it was the same as hitting Lin Li.
Don't get into a conflict with him? How could Macklin say that …?
Lin Li still remembered how Mason and Orrin stood in front of him and stood firmly with him when Bathrilor's father, Archmage Aeron, wanted to attack him in the Nightmare Mountains. How could Lin Li not protect such brothers and comrades? How could he not stand up for them?
"Felic, listen to me …"
"What do you have to say, Mr Macklin? The person that Gryffindor injured is my roommate. He used to stand in front of me and block Archmage Aeron for me. Can you give me a reason why I can't get into a conflict with him? "
"It's very simple. That little bastard Gryffindor is lucky to have a mentor from the Supreme Council. So, you can't get into a conflict with him for now …" Macklin sighed, and patiently explained, "Do you know who Gryffindor's mentor is?"
"I don't care who he is …"
"Gryffindor's mentor is called Rosen. Like your mentor, Andoine, he's a powerhouse who has already broken through the Legendary-realm. He's one of the rulers of the Supreme Council."
"So what?"
"Nothing much, but I have to tell you one thing. For the past 10 years, Rosen and Andoine have not been on good terms. That's because they're the two most likely candidates to become the new arbitrator among the 10 rulers of the Supreme Council. If you get into a fight with Gryffindor, things will definitely get out of hand. By then, it's very likely to affect their competition. The Supreme Council is not like the Alanna Guild of Magic, where all sorts of rules are frighteningly strict. If you get into a fight with Gryffindor, it'll directly affect Andoine …"
Macklin paused for a moment before continuing, "You can imagine if Andoine loses and Rosen becomes the new arbitrator. Will he let you and Andoine off? Perhaps the entire Alanna Guild of Magic will become his target. Think about it, is this what you want to see … "
"Really?" After hearing Macklin's words, Lin Li's tensed face finally relaxed a little. However, when he looked at Macklin, there was still some suspicion in his eyes.
"Nonsense …" Macklin pursed his lips. "Do you think I don't want to beat up that little bastard Gryffindor? Let me tell you, I want to beat him up more than you do. Do you know why? It's because Orrin's mentor, Ronald, has been an old friend of mine for decades. When Orrin first came to Alanna, Ronald had already asked me to take good care of his only disciple. Otherwise, do you think I have nothing better to do? Why would I leave so many things to deal with and come here to be a trial mentor for you brats? What do I want? I just want to see how strong the magic genius that Gerian mentioned is, and take care of my old friend's disciple at the same time … "
"Alright, I have to admit that what you said makes sense. However, Mr Macklin, I still can't take this lying down. You'd better tell Gryffindor to hide well. Don't let me see him in Alanna!"
"Actually, you don't have to hold it in for too long …" Macklin smiled slyly. He looked around, then lowered his voice and said, "Have you heard the rules of the finals?"
Lin Li was stunned. "What rules?"
"Herza told me this himself. That old fellow said that accidental injuries are allowed in the finals this time …"
"Really?" Lin Li's eyes lit up when he heard this. He had never thought that accidental injuries were allowed in the finals this time. Didn't that mean that even if something happened to Gryffindor in the finals, he could still shirk the responsibility?
The old man nodded his head seriously. "Yes."
"That's great …"
"However, I have to remind you that the finals will be held in the Sky Tower. Aldwin has already personally set up a few mageweaths there to suppress the power of offensive magic. If you want to hurt Gryffindor, I'm afraid you'll need a powerful magic …" Lin Li said with a smile.
"Yes, I got it …" Lin Li nodded his head in understanding, and looked at the Omniscient Tower in the distance. It seemed like he had to go to the Omniscient Tower again in the next two days. When he copied the magic the last time, there seemed to be a few powerful magic that he did not have time to copy …
When the two of them ended their conversation and returned to the guild's medical room, Hoffman had already stopped what he was doing, and was resting on the chair with a fatigued look on his face. When he saw Lin Li enter, he said weakly, "The Dry Soul Curse is almost gone, the rest is up to Archbishop Englos …"
"Thank you, Mr Hoffman."
"It's nothing …" Hoffman shook his head tiredly. "But I'm sorry, I want to rest first …"
"Alright." Lin Li finally heaved a sigh of relief when he heard that the curse was gone. As long as the curse was gone, Orrin's life would definitely be safe with Archbishop Englos's ability.
Englos was indeed one of the four archbishops of the Brilliance Shrine. A simple Holy Light Spell from him was a world of difference from Bishop Ryan of the Dawn Cathedral. They were on a completely different level. Englos's white robe seemed to glow with a layer of white light amidst the holy and solemn prayers. The immense Divine Power surged in the air like a flowing river. It was majestic but not overbearing, and was always filled with a peaceful aura …
As the endless Divine Power surged, it gradually converged into a gentle white light. It was like a water curtain that slowly covered Orrin's body. As the powerful Divine Power surged in, Orrin's pale face gradually regained some color. The wound on his back that was caused by the Pyroblast also slowly turned from red to pink. His muscles squirmed continuously, and the wound healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"Impressive …" This was the first time Lin Li saw Englos in action. He did not expect a simple Holy Light Spell to have a stronger effect than the Recovery Potion. If the legendary Pope were to do it himself, wouldn't he be able to save the dead?
It seemed that he was too ignorant in the past. He thought that magic was the most powerful force in the world. Anril was huge, and other than mages, there were other professions that were worth learning.
"Hiss …" When the gentle white light dissipated, Orrin, who was lying on the sickbed, finally frowned and let out an inaudible sound.
"Gigolo, how are you?" Mason immediately pounced towards him with a face full of surprise. Although he was calling out an insulting nickname, his tone was full of concern.
"Idiot, shut … shut up …"
"Thank God …" Mason immediately heaved a sigh of relief. This fella did not even have time to open his eyes, and he already knew how to scold people. It seemed that he should be fine.
"Thank you, Archbishop Englos." Lin Li finally let out a long sigh of relief after finally dragging Orrin back from the brink of death. He hurriedly thanked Englos.
"You're welcome." Englos smiled. Seeing that Orrin was fine, he stood up and bade farewell to Lin Li. "Alright, Master Felic, your friend should be fine now. Sendros and I still have some matters to attend to, so we shall not disturb you any further. Let's return to the Dawn Cathedral first."
"Leaving so soon?"
"No choice, time waits for no man …" After Englos finished speaking, he took the opportunity to extend an invitation. "Oh yes, Master Felic, if you are free, you can come to the Brilliance Shrine to visit me. I would like to ask you some questions about pharmaceutics."
"Alright, I will definitely go when I am free."
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