Wizard Immortality.

Chapter 91 A Heartless Man | Long-Term Investment

An old acquaintance?

Loken was unsure for a moment.

Although Anna was seriously injured and looked terrible, her former beauty and charm were still faintly visible in her appearance.

She was wearing a luxurious violet-colored robe.

Earrings, rings, necklaces.

The accessories she wore were understated yet luxurious.

Could it be?

Loken dared not delay and hurriedly said, "Lady Anna, please wait here."

Anna nodded.

Standing in the courtyard outside the gate.

Before long, Loken hurried over and said in a sincere tone, "My master invites you in."

Thank you.

We met at the Snow Mountain Market.

Anna didn't think much of it; she just found Vic pleasing to the eye and to her liking, which is why she took the initiative to offer herself to him and maintain their relationship in bed.

See now.

A wave of sadness washed over her.

Take this detached house for example.

The annual rent is no less than a thousand soul stones.

Despite Vic's immense wealth and strength, and despite their many years of close companionship, she only knew the tip of the iceberg. In the end, she felt somewhat unworthy of Vic.

Jewelers, like alchemists, are a mysterious profession.

However, during the first stage, the ability to amass wealth varied drastically.

Low-level magic orbs have mediocre effects, so few wizards buy them.

In addition, the production process is complicated and the cost is high.

Like Anna, she is only slightly wealthier than a typical first-level wizard, and her wealth is far from reaching the level of Vic.

A jeweler who can consistently earn Soul Stones.

They typically hold positions within powerful wizarding organizations and receive large orders.

If they really want to make money.

One must wait until a higher level, mastering the sub-disciplines of system architecture within the creation field, and creating knowledge system model orbs.

Some powerful and well-established wizarding organizations and families.

They would choose to purchase complete systems, mass-produce low-level wizards, and expand their military strength.

Although mass-produced wizards have extremely short lifespans, their advantage lies in their large numbers.

A complete system like this can fetch an astronomical price no matter how you sell it.

However, Anna's vision and abilities were not sufficient to access these matters.

Inside the reception room.

Vic, dressed in a large black robe, sat on the sofa with his eyes closed, resting.

The Loken people brought it later.

He lowered his head, closed the door, and left the room.

Anna glanced around the simply furnished living room, her gaze passing over the crystal chandelier and cashmere carpet before settling on Vic.

Vic raised his eyelids and said, "Sit."

Anna lowered her stance and stood before Vic, sighed, and said frankly, "Vic, I'd like to ask you for a favor."

Under the warm, yellowish light.

The once fiery beauty at the Snow Mountain Trading Market now appears dejected; her current state can only be described as utterly miserable.

His long black hair was slightly messy, probably because he hadn't styled it in a long time.

The lips are pale.

Breathing is weak.

Her style of dress has also changed from her previous flamboyant style, with a high-necked inner layer that covers even her neck.

The severed left leg was wrapped in gauze, and although a prosthesis was attached below it, the pervasive stench and the yellowish fluid seeping from the gauze clearly indicated that the injury was serious.

but.

Vic remained unmoved.

He and Anna were only blood relatives, their relationship was ordinary. He said in a flat voice, "You want me to help you concoct a healing potion."

"good."

Anna then told Vic about her ordeal, and when she mentioned the alchemist who had embezzled her materials and soulstones, she gritted her teeth in hatred.

"He must have seen that I was severely injured, near death, and incapable of revenge, so he did this on purpose! I will avenge this!"

Vic said indifferently, "So you came to see me empty-handed. My time is precious, please leave."

in business.

Issuing an order to leave directly is not because he is unwilling to help, but rather a negotiation tactic used to exert maximum pressure and extract as much benefit as possible.

If Anna doesn't accept, she can leave at any time.

If she wants to live.

The conditions were beyond her control.

Moreover, their relationship wasn't close enough.

Vic doesn't need her small share of the profits.

Whether she agrees or not is entirely up to her; Vic will not force her.

but.

Anna was not surprised by Vic's answer.

Together in bed.

She knew this person's character flaws perfectly well.

If Vic were to greet her warmly and promise to help her in just a few words, she would doubt his motives.

Anna was silent for a moment, then said, "We've known each other for over twenty years. Just tell me, what are the conditions for you to agree to save me?"

Vic was blunt, saying, "I need you to owe me a favor, and if I need you to repay it in the future, you can't refuse."

For wizards.

In exchange for favors, the price is far higher than that of Soul Stones.

They are only level one wizards now, and Anna asked Vic for help, but the potion she received was also level one.

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Once she is promoted to level two in the future.

Even higher.

The favor she owed would naturally increase over time, and once she agreed, she wouldn't be able to refuse Vic's demands no matter how much he wanted in the future.

Anna frowned slightly, considered for a moment, and said in a deep voice, "Okay, but let me make this clear: if you want me to go and die, I won't agree."

Vic replied indifferently, "Okay."

Just a few words.

The deal is done.

Now that her life was no longer in danger, Anna breathed a slight sigh of relief, but she still looked at Vic with a hint of resentment in her eyes.

I sighed inwardly.

What a heartless man.

but.

She admired Vic's character and asked herself if she could be so heartless.

But the wizard's path is fraught with thorns.

Only by not being disturbed by external things can one achieve something and go far.

The deal is now finalized.

Vic will cover the cost of the healing potions.

What was a huge expense for Anna was nothing to him.

A tiny soul stone.

In return, I gained a favor that a wizard couldn't refuse, making it well worth the price.

Even if Anna were to die unexpectedly later, for Vic, it would only be a loss of a thousand soul stones, not even enough to cover his rent for a year.

Wizards have long lifespans.

Temporary strength or weakness does not determine one's future strength.

Anna's favor is a long-term investment.

Just like what the Deep Star Queen of the Night Raven Society did back then, to this day, Vic still owes her a favor.

future.

The value of this favor will only increase, not decrease.

Vic stood up, carefully examined Anna's injuries, and said, "Your wounds contain residual mysterious energy that has suppressed the self-healing ability of your flesh and bones."

I cannot handle this situation.

We need to go inside the workshop.

In this world.

There are two ways for a wizard to heal his wounds.

One of the tasks was to find an alchemist who was proficient in potions.

Secondly, find a suturer with a stable reputation who is proficient in anatomy and human body modification.

The first method is expensive and the treatment process is lengthy, but it has no side effects.

The second method is relatively cheaper, but has more side effects and is extremely demanding on the mental state of the suturer the injured person seeks.

There are not many wizards who specialize in the realm of life and death.

Many of them are eccentric.

Therefore, most wizards, when injured, choose to spend a lot of money to see an alchemist for treatment rather than a stitcher.

The criminal sorceress Amiya is herself a suturer with a mastery of anatomy.

The depth of the matter is known only to those who know.

The two walked to the alchemy workshop that Vic had set up deep underground, where the lights were pale and the place was silent.

test tube.

Bottle rack.

Crucible.

The utensils are diverse and very complete.

Vic directed Anna to sit at his usual potion-mixing workbench.

The latter glanced at the workshop's layout, took off his robe, and said with envy, "As expected of an alchemist, the cost of setting up this workshop must be considerable."

That's enough for me to furnish ten rooms.

(End of this chapter)