Magicians never make wishes

Ronan was utterly shocked. Squad 408, that's...

"Captain!" Evil Axe exclaimed anxiously. He clearly knew that this was Gray Leaf's squad's number.

Their eyes met, and their gazes no longer held the rejection they had shown before.

In Ronan's view, Evil Axe and Red Hammer were practically announcing their relationship, so it was impossible for him not to go and rescue them.

As for himself, Gray Leaf had also helped him in time on several occasions in the castle.

We've been through thick and thin together, so there's no reason not to save her.

Ronan and the Axe both saw determination in each other's eyes and nodded solemnly.

"Do you have any detailed information?" Ronan asked Harris.

"Which two members of Team 408 are missing?"

Harris was somewhat surprised; he seemed to have just seen rejection in the eyes of the two people.

I didn't expect them to change their minds so quickly.

"I'm not entirely sure, but the large surviving orc is currently unconscious..."

Seeing the two men's faces darken, he quickly added,

"Current intelligence indicates that a creature suspected of being contaminated has led the missing persons to a certain gathering place."

"We've found several possible entrances and are gathering manpower..."

"We'll take this task."

Ronan looked at Harris, "But, should it be alright to take us to see the unconscious orc first?"

"Of course, no problem." Harris put on his helmet. "Let's get going without delay."

……

Inside the carriage, Drill Rat, observing his two teammates' somber expressions and silence, finally turned to Evil Axe and asked,

"Boss, was Big Guy's squad really attacked?"

To speed things up, Harris provided them with the fastest carriage on the estate and drove it himself.

It wasn't that Ronan and his team were particularly distinguished, but rather that his personal presence was required to visit the survivors.

The wicked axe frowned, nodded thoughtfully, and then suggested to Ronan,

"Captain, time is of the essence. Why don't we skip visiting the orcs and head straight to our destination?"

"Don't worry, Evil Axe," Ronan reassured him.

"The manpower is still being gathered. Even if we arrive first, we'll have to wait for everyone else to arrive."

Ronan knew that this kind of mission with too many unknown factors would definitely not have as many participants as the one in the manor square before.

But he still wanted to go see the Savage Stone, hoping to make some other discoveries through its divine power.

"Gentlemen, this is the place."

Harris got off the carriage and led Ronan and the other two to a villa.

The furniture in the villa's hall was temporarily cleared out, creating an open space.

The intricate lines on the floor formed an isolation zone, with a bed in the center where a large orc lay unconscious.

"This is a necessary measure to prevent potential pollution, and we hope everyone will be careful."

Harris gave a reminder and then quietly stood guard outside the cordon.

"Has he been contaminated?" The drill rat asked, its eyes filled with fear.

"After investigation and testing by professionals, there was no problem," Harris replied calmly.

"Then why..." The drill rat pointed to the rune lines on the floor that looked like a magic circle, the meaning of which was self-evident.

"This is a necessary measure," Harris repeated.

"You two can stay outside."

Ronan spoke to the evil axe and the drill rat, then walked alone to the stone bed.

Man Shi, who was unconscious, had a furrowed brow and several hideous wounds on his body that had only been simply bandaged.

It seems the professionals the Earl hired are not responsible for treating him.

Ronan opened the panel and scanned Man Shi several times.

He sighed helplessly when he found that the "analysis" function had not been triggered.

It seems that this feature currently only works on some magical items, and has no effect on other factors, making it rather useless.

He rummaged through his storage bag and pulled out a vial of pale green medicine.

"Captain." x2

When Evil Axe and Drill Rat saw Ronan take out the deposit for the mission and a basic healing potion, they both exclaimed in surprise.

Primary treatments are expensive and are mostly used in times of crisis.

Using orcs who are out of danger is a bit of a waste.

Especially the Drill Rat. Based on his understanding of the Savage Stone, if the other party knew that a basic healing potion was being used at this time, he would definitely jump up and curse him for being wasteful.

Ronan shook his head; he understood what his teammates meant.

However, some of Manshi's wounds have already become infected and will likely lead to further infection...

If left unattended, the wound can worsen and become life-threatening.

Without hesitation, he unscrewed the bottle of basic healing potion and slowly poured the pale green potion onto the orc's hideous wounds.

"Get some sleep," Ronan said softly, sighing inwardly.

I've only been in this world for a short time, my heart isn't hard enough yet...

After a short while, the wound began to glow and slowly heal.

Although Man Shi did not wake up, at least his injuries were effectively treated, preventing them from worsening and costing him his life.

"Your Excellency truly lives up to your status as a nobleman of the duchy, possessing admirable virtues."

Harris sighed with emotion.

In his view, only aristocratic young masters would possess such extravagant compassion.

The boy in front of them was clearly that kind of person.

Ronan looked at him questioningly, knowing the other had misunderstood, and too lazy to explain, he chuckled lightly.

"He's quite wealthy, that's all."

……

"Captain, you're so rich, why do you make us take on those low-paying, easy jobs?"

On the carriage, the rat asked, puzzled.

"Who told you I'm rich?" Ronan glanced at him sideways.

"I heard everything. You said you're quite wealthy," the rat chuckled.

"You're like a rat..." Ronan said earnestly, his arm around his shoulder.

"If we encounter danger during a mission, and only I, the captain, can save you, but I'm injured, would you use your basic healing potion on me?"

"Of course!" the squirrel replied decisively.

"What if it's Evil Axe? Do you think he might be like you?" Ronan asked again.

"Of course we will, Captain. Our loyalty is as clear as day," the Rat said confidently.

"That's it then. I now possess two usable basic healing potions. Aren't I quite wealthy?"

Ronan shrugged, his argument seemingly flawless.

"Huh?" Upon hearing this, the drill mouse was momentarily confused.

No, bro, the family fortune you're talking about is ours...

The carriage sped along the road.

After a long time, they finally stopped in an abandoned village in area 82.

"Gentlemen, we have arrived at our destination," Harris announced, jumping out of his vehicle.

As soon as the three of them got out of the carriage, they saw all sorts of other carriages parked around them.

"Are there really so many people willing to take on this mission?" Ronan was immediately suspicious.

Looking around, I saw a group of people standing clearly separated in front of me.

The largest group of people were dressed in uniform black armor and appeared to be mercenaries from a certain mercenary group.

Several other small groups gathered together, dressed in various styles of clothing.

At first glance, it lacks the ruggedness of an adventurer and has more of an unassuming scholarly air.

Ronan guessed that this group should belong to a squad from the Mystic Arts Society.

Because among these people, he saw a boy of similar age and height to himself, wearing a magic robe almost identical to his own.