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Chapter 118 The Magic Consultant's Doubts

Life is unpredictable. Bolvin Savin once thought he was dead, but he never thought that he could survive the battlefield.

When Bolvin was blocked by a priest of the Earth Mother Cult on the stone bridge, he knew he had no way of leaving the fortress.

Because all the religious practitioners on the Greek continent, whether they believe in the earth, the sun, or are professionals who work with the sea, are hostile to those who use magic without exception.

To be honest, Bolvin was not an ignorant man. He had dealt with professionals who served gods in other places, and even had the opportunity to fight side by side with them. However, the latter never shouted for war and killing as soon as they met.

Bolvin knew that the situation on the Greek mainland was somewhat different from that in other places, but apart from the fact that the magic elements were so scarce that spells could not be cast normally, he really could only understand the difference after experiencing it himself.

When Bolven woke up and found himself in a room in the fortress, and the soldiers guarding outside were wearing green uniforms that he didn't recognize, he said to himself.

"It's over. We can't go back to the Magic Tower now."

Bolvin was prepared to be tortured, but he also had no intention of keeping secrets for his employer.

The result was that Bolvin had been lying in bed for two or three days, and no one had paid any attention to him except for the people who brought him three meals a day, bottled hot water, and clean clothes.

The two soldiers standing guard outside the door were not serious at work. They often yawned outside the door. Even at night, the soldiers on duty were still sleeping outside wrapped in sleeping bags.

Because they didn't work seriously, there were often many people secretly or openly gathering outside the room, looking at them through the small window with iron bars in the room.

As these people watched, they were chattering and pointing in a language they could not understand, just like when Bolvin and his classmates went to the magic tower to see the rare magical animals that had just been captured.

This resulted in Bolvin being unable to rest properly during the day. Sometimes, he had to hide in the bathroom and close the wooden door to isolate himself from these people's "peeping".

The security outside the room was so lax that Bolvin could come up with several escape plans at any time.

Although he thought about it, Bolvin didn't have the physical strength to realize it... The reason was simple: he was too weak.

The aftermath of the battle with the Priest of the Earth Mother Goddess was more serious than Bolvin had imagined, and his vitality was almost exhausted.

Bolwen's brilliant golden hair, once praised by the bards in the tavern, was now gray and lifeless, like bones licked by flames.

The originally slender waist and abdomen under the robe had collapsed into an empty cloth bag. The skin exposed outside the clothes was like ancient tree bark, with ravines all over it. His eyes were no longer bright, but turbid and gray.

Bolwen is now like a dying old man. In this situation, his urine even splits into two pieces when he urinates. How can he have the energy to escape?

Casting?

Forget it. If Bolvin wants to live for two more years, find an opportunity to escape from the predicament, and replenish his lost vitality, then there is no need to bother now.

Continuing to cast spells, even a trivial trick, would kill the now exhausted Bolvin on the spot.

Therefore, Bolvin did not want to escape, nor could he run away. Instead, he was a little curious about what Prince Chris, who was mentioned by the two soldiers outside during their bored chat, was going to do to him.

Bolvin's wish was soon realized.

It was noon one day. Bolvin was sitting on a wooden chair by the window with a blanket on his knees, enjoying the warmth of the sun when he heard footsteps approaching from far away outside the door, as well as the greetings of the soldiers outside the door.

Is that the prince?
As Bolwen was thinking, the door was pushed open. With the sound of unhurried footsteps, a person appeared beside Bolwen. He tilted his head with difficulty to look.

"How's your recovery been going?"

A young man wearing an ordinary green military uniform, with a long sword on his waist, and with an exceptionally fair and handsome appearance, was looking down at him.

Is this Prince Chris?

Bolvin wasn't so sure.

"Do you have anything to say or want?" Prince Chris asked.

"No, I'm fine now."

"That'll do... Can I ask you a question?"

"Please say."

Bolvin spoke politely. He decided that since Prince Chris treated him so kindly and provided him with meat, vegetables and fine rice for every meal, he would answer truthfully no matter what important information the latter asked for, in order to repay the latter's kindness in treating the prisoners of war well.

"Do you have a grudge against Alanka?"

Then, Bolvin heard a question that he was not expecting.

"Who? Who is Alanka?"

"The priest of the Earth Mother Goddess learned these past two days that you were still alive and in the fortress. He came to me and said that you were a blasphemous heretic and should be dealt with as soon as possible."

Chris walked around the room, found a low stool, sat down next to Bolvin, and basked in the sun with him.

"I'm curious how you blasphemed the Earth Mother Goddess... You masturbated to the statue."

Bolven was choked by his saliva and started coughing violently. This frightened Chris so much that he gently patted his back with his hands, trying to smooth the breathing of this "old and frail" magician to prevent him from choking to death in front of him.

"How dare you...how dare you say such evil words!? Compared to me, you are a heretic!"

"So, you really didn't do anything like that?"

"No, absolutely not. I just arrived in Greece a month ago and have never had any contact with the Earth Mother Cult here. How could I possibly be blasphemous?"

"Then why is that guy so hostile to you?"

"I don't know either. I want to know the answer too."

Bolvin was also a little depressed about this.

"Your Highness, please ask other questions. Because you saved me and treated me with kindness, I will answer whatever you ask.

For example, aren't you curious about the secrets of magic?"

Chris smiled.

"Before I met you, I was curious about how this place could have magic. After meeting you, I understood the reason why you could cast spells here. My doubts were answered while you were still in a coma.

It's simply that the mana bar can't be used, so the health bar is used instead."

Bolvin could probably guess what the blue bar and health bar in the last sentence meant, so he looked at Prince Chris in surprise.

"Are you also a magician?"

“Not yet, and not in the plan to be, but I could be when I need it.

I would like to hire you as my magic consultant to help me research a somewhat unique spellcasting system. Are you interested? The reward is a potion that can restore you to normal."

"what!?"

(End of this chapter)