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Chapter 122 Advanced Healing Potions

The black-robed mage lay on the grass, his face as pale as paper.

His deep purple eyes opened, pupils unfocused, clearly indicating he was still not fully conscious. But his hand remained tightly gripping the bone and wood staff, as if it were his last resort.

"Silvis!" Glenn exclaimed, and the dwarf captain staggered over.

Alfred rushed forward as well, and the paladin captain, despite being seriously injured himself, insisted on helping Sylves to his feet.

"Be careful," Cade cautioned. "He just woke up and is still very weak."

Silves's gaze slowly swept over his surroundings.

He saw Glenn's charred left arm, Alfred's chest wound, and the archers and sword-and-shield warriors lying in pools of blood.

He saw the three corpses covered with white sheets.

Finally, his gaze fell on Frostfang.

The huge body of the winter wolf lay beside him, its silvery-white fur now covered in blood, mud, and scorch marks.

Its icy blue eyes were half-closed, and its breathing was so faint that it was almost imperceptible.

The deep, bone-revealing wound on his neck was still bleeding.

"Frostfang..." Silvers' voice was hoarse and trembling.

He struggled to sit up, but his body wouldn't obey him. The backlash from forcibly overdrawing his magic power left him unable to perform even the simplest movements.

"Don't move!" Glenn pressed down on his shoulder. "Your partner is alright, it's alive. It was our 11th Regiment who saved us."

Silves froze.

11th Team?

His gaze searched through the crowd, finally settling on the gray-robed youth.

Hugh Wright.

The mage apprentice I'd met once in Summertown Square.

The young man with the cannibal piqued his interest.

At this moment, Xiu Qi stood not far away, calmly looking in this direction.

Their eyes met in mid-air.

Silves opened his mouth, as if to say something, but the words wouldn't come out.

He grew up in the North, was the eldest son of a sorcerer family, a gifted necromancer, and the top student of the Star Moon Class at the Solmar Royal Academy.

He was used to being alone, used to solving problems on his own, and used to not needing anyone's help.

From childhood to adulthood, he had never accepted any favors from others.

I have never owed anyone a favor.

But now...

He looked at Frosttooth.

The winter wolf that had been with him since he was ten years old, the companion that had saved his life countless times, now lay dying in a pool of blood.

If the 11th Regiment hadn't arrived in time, if they hadn't stopped the demon army's attack, if they hadn't...

Frosttooth may already be dead.

And he himself may already be dead.

Silvers took a deep breath, suppressing the complex emotions in his heart.

Then, with the last bit of strength in his body, he raised his right hand.

The sapphire ring flashed with light.

A bottle of pale pink medicine appeared in his palm.

The potion was contained in a clear glass bottle; the liquid was a soft pink color and shimmered with a pearly luster in the sunlight.

The bottle's surface is engraved with fine magical runes, which slowly flow as the potion is shaken slightly.

"That's... a pink healing potion?" someone exclaimed.

"A legendary high-level healing potion! The kind that can save someone from even the slightest breath!"

"I heard one bottle costs several hundred gold coins!"

"Several hundred gold coins? I heard it starts at over a thousand gold coins! And there's practically no market for it!"

Whispers rose and fell around them, and everyone stared wide-eyed at the vial of potion in Sylvester's hand.

Xiuqi also narrowed his eyes.

He certainly knew the value of the treatment.

In the "Introduction to Pharmacy" course at the Royal College of Somma, therapeutic drugs are listed under the category of "High-Ranking Rare Drugs".

Even the lowest-grade basic healing potion costs at least 12 gold coins per bottle. But the one in Sylvester's hand—judging from the magical runes on the bottle and the color of the potion—is at least a high-grade healing potion.

The price is at least 300 gold coins, and there is no market for it.

Is this the foundation of a mage family?

The thought flashed through Xiu Qi's mind, but his expression remained unchanged.

Silvers uncorked the bottle and tilted his head back to take a small sip.

The pale pink liquid slid down my throat.

The next second, an astonishing change occurred.

Silves's face visibly changed from pale to rosy. The unfocused look in his eyes disappeared, replaced by a clear light. His trembling hands became steady, and his breathing went from weak to even and strong.

Everyone was stunned.

Is this the effect of advanced healing potions?

Just a small sip, and a mage who was depleted of magic and seriously injured has recovered to this extent.

Silves ignored the gasps of astonishment around him.

He struggled to his feet and staggered to Frostfang's side.

Then, he poured all the remaining potion in the bottle into the winter wolf's mouth.

The pale pink liquid flowed down the corner of Frosttooth's mouth and seeped into its belly.

Time seemed to stand still.

Everyone held their breath, staring at the dying winter wolf.

One second, two seconds, three seconds...

Frosttooth's body suddenly twitched.

Then, its icy blue eyes slowly opened.

Those deep wounds that exposed bone began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The torn flesh on the left foreleg began to grow, the bones began to fuse, and the new tissue at the edge of the wound covered the original deep wound that exposed the bone within just a dozen seconds.

The corroded and ulcerated black necrotic tissue on the right hind leg began to slough off, and new pink skin formed underneath, rapidly shrinking the ulcerated area.

The blood from the wound on his neck that had almost severed the artery stopped seeping out, and the edges of the wound began to close up, with the muscles, blood vessels, and skin healing layer by layer.

The toxins from the penetrating abdominal wound were expelled, black blood dripped from the wound, and then the wound began to close.

Frosttooth's breathing went from faint to steady, and from steady to powerful.

Its massive body began to rise and fall, each breath engaging all the muscles in its body.

Finally, it opened its eyes.

The ice-blue eyes were first confused, then focused, and finally looked at Silves.

The winter wolf let out a low whimper and nuzzled its master's hand with its head.

It came back to life.

"Really... she's alive..." someone murmured.

"That's amazing..."

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"Is this a high-grade healing potion? It's so effective, no wonder it's so expensive..."

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Glenn watched this scene, his cloudy blue eyes flashing with complex emotions. He had lived for eighty years and had certainly heard of the fame of advanced healing potions, but this was the first time he had witnessed their effects firsthand.

Alfred silently drew a holy symbol on his chest and whispered his thanks to the God of Justice for his protection.

Cade and Allen exchanged a glance, both seeing the same shock in each other's eyes.

Although Xiu Qi's expression remained calm, his heart was in turmoil.

A potion that can fully revive a dying creature within tens of seconds.

A bottle of potion is worth at least 300 gold coins, and may even be priceless.

Silves, the genius of the necromancy school and the eldest son of a northern mage family, used his talents on his companions without hesitation.

Moreover, he only took a small sip to recover his condition, and gave the rest to Frostfang.

This affection for one's partner, this unwavering dedication...

Xiuqi's evaluation of the black-robed mage rose even higher.

Silvers helped Frostfang to his feet, then turned to Xiuqi.

He took a few steps and stopped in front of Xiuqi.

Her deep purple eyes stared at the gray-robed youth, a complex mix of emotions churning within them.

There was gratitude, surprise, scrutiny, and a hint of...respect that even he himself wasn't aware of.

"Master Xiuqi".

Silvers' voice was still cool, but less distant than before.

"Thank you for saving me and Frostfang."

His tone was calm, but everyone could hear the sincerity in it.

For this genius who never accepts favors from others, saying "thank you" is not an easy thing to do.

Xiuqi looked at him and nodded slightly.

"It was just a small favor."

Silves was silent for a moment, then spoke: "This is no small matter. I saw the battlefield outside, I saw the corpses of those demons. The fact that you rushed in to save us already put you at great risk."

He paused for a moment, then continued, "I'll remember this kindness. If you need anything in the future, feel free to contact me."

There was no unnecessary chatter, no insincere pleasantries.

Only the most direct commitment.

Xiuqi looked at the black-robed mage, a hint of surprise flashing through his mind.

He had assumed that a genius like Sylvester, born into nobility and possessing extraordinary talent, would be arrogant, aloof, and unapproachable.

But now it seems that this necromancer, though cold, was not arrogant.

He was just used to being alone and not relying on anyone.

But when someone truly helps him, he will be sincerely grateful and will make a commitment without hesitation.

"Okay," Xiuqi replied simply.

Silves nodded, then turned and walked toward Frostfang.

Winter Wolf had stood up. Although still somewhat weak, it could walk slowly. It walked to Silves's side, nuzzled its master's hand with its head, and then turned to look at Xiuqi.

A hint of gratitude flashed in his icy blue eyes.

Xiu Qi nodded slightly in response.

Night falls.

Night always falls exceptionally quickly in the gray forest, as if an invisible hand has drawn a black curtain over the sky.

The campfire on the high ground was already lit, its warm orange-red light flickering in the darkness, dispelling the chill of the night and the eeriness that permeated the forest.

After rest and treatment, everyone's condition has stabilized.

The five survivors of the 12th Regiment—Glenn, Alfred, old Jack, Lily, and a young soldier—were all safely housed in the most secure location in the camp.

Although Selena's magic was depleted, her complexion had recovered somewhat after resting for a few hours.

Frostfang, the winter wolf, lay by the campfire. Its wounds had mostly healed, and although it was still somewhat weak, it could eat normally. Sylvester sat beside it, his black robe draped over his shoulders, occasionally patting Frostfang's head.

The members of the 11th Regiment are in the best condition. Apart from a few minor injuries, everyone is fully capable of fighting.

Cade and Allen were in charge of security arrangements, while Lynn and several nomads took turns patrolling around the highlands.

Link sat by the fire, holding the notebook Allen had given him, and read it intently by the firelight.

Hodor and Max sat at the edge of the camp. The ogre's enormous body was like a small mountain, and its bright yellow eyes warily scanned the surrounding darkness.

Max gripped his greatsword, his crimson eyes occasionally sweeping across the camp to ensure its safety.

The princess hid in the shadows outside the camp, her silver-gray figure blending perfectly with the darkness, making her undetectable to anyone.

Xiuqi sat on a rock on the other side of the camp, away from the light of the campfire.

He needs quiet.

Close your eyes and let your consciousness sink into the [Monster Card Maker System].

In the virtual space, countless cards floated and rotated, emitting various colors of light.

He began to tally up his day's harvest.

[Statistics of this Highland Rescue Operation]

Total kills: 107

[Original Demon: 50 → 50 One-Star Inferior (Gray) Cards]

【Fearless Demons: 30 → 30 One-Star Common (White) Cards】

[Little Demon: 25 → 25 One-Star Premium (Green) Cards]

[Thorn Demon: 2 units → 2-star premium (green) cards]

Total cards obtained: 107

Xiuqi's heartbeat quickened slightly.

107 images!

Including the remaining 130 supplementary cards, he now has a total of one—

Three main cards:

【Bird Poet - Sylph】(Two-star Pink Epic)

【Fearless Goblin Warrior Max】(Two-star Blue Rare)

Princess Alice (Two-star Green Premium)

Support Cards:

Two-star premium (green): 4 cards (Thorn Demon)

One-Star Rare (Purple): 7 cards (1 card of Lesser Demon Azkaros + 6 cards of Lesser Demon Burner)

One-star premium (green): 26 cards (Little Demon)

One-star Common (White): 70 cards (3 Goblin cards + 67 Fearless cards)

One-star inferior (gray): 130 cards (original magic)

A total of 237 support cards!

This number is sufficient for conducting reinforcement experiments on a certain scale.

Xiu Qi took a deep breath and began to plan.

First, there are those 130 one-star inferior (gray) cards, all made from original magic.

Genus Demons are low-tier demons at Challenge Level 1/8, with pitifully low stats and almost no tactical value. However, through enhancement, they can be transformed into high-quality green cards, becoming useful materials.

Five cards per group, 130 cards in total, can be used to upgrade 26 one-star premium green cards.

Xiuqi no longer hesitated and locked his consciousness onto 130 gray cards.

[Enhancement request detected...]

【Main Card: 26 sets of 1-Star Inferior (Gray) [Original Demon]】

[Sub-cards: 1-star inferior (gray) [Original Demon] x4 x 26 sets]

[Do you confirm the enhancement?]

【confirm!】

In the virtual space, 130 gray cards are divided into 26 groups, all shining brightly at the same time.

Gray light streams intertwined, swirled, and merged into the main card in the void.

The 26 main cards simultaneously began to evolve. The mud-like body became more solid, a faint stratum corneum appeared on the surface of the skin, and a faint glimmer of light appeared in the turbid eyes.

[Enhancement Successful!] ×26

[Monster Card "Primal Demon" Quality Upgraded!] ×26

[Current Quality: Premium (Green)] ×26

Twenty-six brand-new premium green cards floated in front of Xiuqi.

All attributes have improved, but...

There is no awakened trait or talent.

Xiu Qi was not disappointed. The original demon was the lowest level of demon, and it was already good that it could be strengthened into a high-quality one, since the probability of awakening its talent was extremely low to begin with.

Next up are the 70 one-star common (white) cards.

3 Goblins, 67 Fearless.

Also, in groups of five, 70 cards can be used to enhance 14 one-star rare (blue) cards.

[Enhancement request detected...]

Main Card: 14 sets of 1-star Common (White) [Goblin/Fearless]

[Sub-cards: 1-star common (white) [Goblin/Fearless] x4 x 14 sets]

【confirm!】

White light bloomed in the virtual space.

The 14 cards evolved simultaneously: the goblin's body became more agile, and its eyes gleamed with cunning; the coward's gray-green skin became thicker, and the pustules shrank into a hard keratin layer.

[Enhancement Successful!] ×14

[Monster Card "Goblin/Fearless" Quality Upgraded!] ×14

[Current Quality: Rare (Blue)] ×14

14 rare blue cards – 1 Goblin, 13 Fearless.

Still no awakened traits or talents.

Xiuqi looked at the new cards, lost in thought.

It is indeed very difficult to awaken the talent of cards obtained through enhancement.

Princess, Max, Azkaros—these cards with awakened talents are either naturally occurring rare cards or individuals who have demonstrated special potential in battle.

Ordinary demons, through mass enhancement, can only gain attribute increases, but rarely undergo a qualitative change.

"It seems that the awakening of talent requires a special opportunity," Xiu Qi muttered to himself.

He looked at the special card—

【The Lesser Demon Azkaros】(One-star Rare Purple)

This card, crafted from a special individual, possesses the talent [Lava Blood], and displayed astonishing power in today's battle.

A single fireball severely injured the level 2 Thorn Demon.

What if we strengthen it?