Wizard Immortal

Chapter 361 Town

As the faint sunlight gradually rises in the early morning, it awakens people from their slumber.

As dawn breaks and the sky brightens, residents of Beifeng Town rise from their warm beds and begin their busy day.

"Mr. Artis, someone's here!"

Sitting quietly in front of the wooden cabinet, Adir was organizing the materials in his hands when he heard a sound coming from outside.

That was Monra's voice, coming from outside, accompanied by the sound of footsteps.

He was dressed in a neat new outfit, and his complexion was noticeably better than when they first met. As he shouted, he and several burly men carried in a dark-skinned young man.

Seeing this, Adir was not surprised. He put down the materials in his hand and stood up, leaning on a wooden cabinet next to him.

Beside him, seeing how difficult it was for him to get up, Ximi quickly supported Adir's shoulders to make it easier for him.

"Sir, please take a look."

Among the crowd around Monra, a middle-aged man with a sorrowful expression spoke up: "When I woke up this morning, my child looked like this."

"He's been poisoned." After a quick check, Adir looked at the young man lying on the ground and casually remarked, "He was probably bitten by a poisonous snake."

"A poisonous snake?" Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man's face instantly turned pale.

Although Beifeng Town is located in a remote area, it is not without its own specialties.

This area is rich in various highly venomous snakes and insects, attracting many merchants from outside the region to make purchases every year.

In this environment, the residents are not unfamiliar with various venomous snakes.

"If the venom of the white-spotted snake had arrived a few days later, it would probably have killed him instantly."

Looking at the young man before him, Adir shook his head slightly: "It's not a big problem. Come back in a week to pick him up."

The people around breathed a sigh of relief.

However, while letting out a sigh of relief, the middle-aged man's expression became somewhat tense as he looked at Adir before him: "Um... how much does it cost?"

"Ten standard silver coins..." After glancing around casually, Adir quoted a price: "Or one hundred purple bamboo shoots."

Upon hearing Adir's offer, the middle-aged man's face first turned pale, then relaxed somewhat, though he still looked grave.

Because they needed to gather the materials within a week, they quickly turned and left, seemingly preparing to go out into the wild to collect them.

Watching these people hurriedly leave, Adir shook his head, then instructed the apprentice standing nearby to move the young man under his feet to the courtyard.

"Mr. Adis..." Looking at Adis's figure, Ximi asked with some doubt, "Isn't ten silver coins a bit expensive...?"

"Could we lower the price a little to attract more customers?" she suggested cautiously, looking at Adir in front of her.

"It's not expensive anymore." Adir shook his head, not saying anything more about the matter.

He opened the clinic simply to collect materials; treating patients was just a side job, and he didn't need the money.

In fact, as a level two wizard, it was already quite good that he was willing to waste his time treating some mortals.

Ten silver coins are hardly a high price. Back when Adir opened his clinic at Maran Academy, his fees were far more outrageous. He charged purple gold coins for each treatment, and his clinic was just as popular, with people practically breaking down the doorway to seek his help.

He set the price at ten silver coins precisely to establish a threshold and reduce wasted time. Otherwise, if he were to charge a low price out of momentary kindness, he wouldn't need to do anything else; he could simply focus on treating patients who came to his door every day.

However, he couldn't possibly say these reasons to his face, so he just shook his head, got up with difficulty, and walked outside.

The aftereffects of the impact of the world's power have not yet completely subsided.

Even after several months of recuperation, I still sometimes get out of breath if I stand for too long.

Adir estimates that at this rate, it will probably take another six months to fully recover to its original state.

As you walk out of the clinic, you come to a large courtyard, which Adir has divided into two parts: one part is used to house the patients, and the other part is set up as a flat training ground.

As I walked onto the training ground, I casually pulled an iron sword from the weapon rack, and a familiar feeling immediately welled up in my heart.

That was the feel for the game developed through years of training, and even now, with his body so weak, he still hadn't forgotten it.

Following this feeling, Adir raised his sword and trained with the same meticulous seriousness he had shown when he first picked up a longsword.

The longsword slashed through the air, leaving behind streaks of sword shadows. The sword wind left behind by the slashing through the air spread outwards, adding an extra layer of imposing presence to Adir.

He trained slowly like this, using constant activity to help his body recover as quickly as possible.

While he was training, a boy was hiding behind a big tree in the distance, watching intently.

He watched Adir's precise movements with extreme fervor and desire in his eyes, intently watching without daring to make a sound.

This process continued until Adir finished training, at which point he closed his eyes, turned around with some regret, and prepared to sneak back along a small path.

"Monra, you've been slacking off."

Just then, an unexpected voice rang out from behind, making the boy's heart leap into his throat.

He turned around, looked down at Adir, and seemed very nervous: "I'm sorry, sir..."

"I haven't slacked off; I've completed everything you assigned me..."

He mumbled his explanation in a low voice, like a child who had done something wrong, not daring to look up at Adir.

Even though he was in a small town, Monla knew how serious it was to peep on the knights' training.

If he were with any other knight, he would probably have been destined to be hanged.

Of course, after spending these past few months together, he had come to understand some of Adir's temperament and figured he wouldn't hang him.

But even other punishments would be unbearable for him.

You see, he and his sister are now apprentices under Adir. If Adir gets angry, they might be sent back to the old graveyard to keep company with countless corpses.

Thinking of this, his mind went blank, and his back was almost soaked with cold sweat.

Standing before him, observing his current reaction, Adir simply smiled, then looked at him and asked, "You were spying on me practicing my swordplay, what were you planning to do?"

Adir was well aware that Monra had been spying on his training.

Just as the other party himself said, he only came to peep after he had finished his work for the day, so it did not cause any problems, which is why Adir chose to acquiesce.

As for why I spoke up today, it's because the other party had their own problems.

Monla not only spied on Adir's training, but also secretly trained on his own after returning home.

Without systematic instruction or the assistance of Adir's chip, his final training was naturally riddled with errors and he developed incorrect habits.

If Adir doesn't stop him, he might ruin himself in the long run.

"I want to become a knight, just like you, sir!"

Standing before him, listening to Adir's words, Monla suppressed his nervousness and mustered his courage to speak loudly.

He had mentioned this goal to many others, but apart from his own sister, he was mostly met with ridicule.

"A fine ambition." Adir did not mock him, but simply handed the longsword in his hand to the other man.

"Mr. Adir..." Monla seemed somewhat surprised and delighted as she watched Adir's actions.

"Give it a try," Adir said calmly and casually.

Upon seeing this, Monla immediately took the longsword from Adir's hand and began the demonstration.

He demonstrated Adir's most commonly used basic sword technique, which was summarized by the chip over a long period of time and was extremely rigorous and complex.

Perhaps due to nervousness, Monla's movements seemed awkward at first when he was in front of Adir, but as he got into the zone, his movements became faster and faster, eventually reaching a level that surprised even Adir.

"This progress..."

Adir was somewhat surprised to see Monla's movements becoming increasingly fluid.

As the creator and perfecter of this basic sword technique, he understood the difficulty of learning it. For an ordinary person to learn it completely, it would take at least half a year.

However, in his eyes, Monla had only secretly learned the technique for a little over ten days, yet he could use it quite well. If someone taught him carefully, he would probably master the swordsmanship very quickly.

This is undoubtedly a genius, worthy of admiration.

"Mr. Artis."

Soon, Monla finished demonstrating a sword technique in front of Adir, looking at Adir with some anticipation, waiting for his reaction.

"Not bad." Nodding slightly, Adir calmly took his longsword, turning around as he said, "If you ever want to come back, just come."

"Yes!" As soon as he finished speaking, Monla's face lit up with joy, his heart filled with excitement.

With Adir's permission, he would come to watch Adir's training every day for the next two weeks.

After testing, he was indeed found to have the qualifications to become a knight, and his qualifications were quite good.

Of all the people Adir had ever met in this world, perhaps only Elina and Kradis could truly outclass him.

Perhaps to repay Monra for carrying him down the mountain, or perhaps because he didn't want to see a promising talent go to waste, Adir eventually took Monra as his student, teaching him not only combat skills but also basic knight breathing techniques.

Time passed by little by little, and soon, more than two years had gone by.

(End of this chapter)