118: Chapter 118: Sudden Incident 118: Chapter 118: Sudden Incident Upon departure, the Last Dragon Descendant changed back into ordinary clothes.
However, as he passed by the door of the room, he still felt that the guard’s gaze upon him was sowhat strange.
“Croak—”
Especially when a peculiar croaking sound erged, the Elf hastened his steps, swiftly moving away under the increasingly eerie gaze of the guard.
.….….
One day later, at the Tower Restaurant of Pamir Academy.
Anvis ordered a cup of iridescent juice, sitting leisurely by the elegant window tangled with green vines, enjoying the refined environnt and the sound of rain outside.
The Last Dragon Descendant had left, and the two critical magic experints underway were not expected to yield results any ti soon.
Anvis’s academy life had once again returned to its usual pace.
In such a soothing and pleasant environnt, one’s mood tends to calm down unconsciously.
…
“Buddy, I can’t believe all the girls like Calavin; it’s just not fair!”
As he slightly closed his eyes to rest, the voice of a male student nearby suddenly grew louder, reaching his ears.
Anvis casually opened his eyes and glanced in the direction of the sound.
What he saw were two male students, both with strength around the middle of the Third Rank.
The red-haired student was venting to the black-haired student sitting opposite him, who appeared sowhat resigned.
From their dining manners, neither ca from a distinguished background.
“…I an, what do I lack compared to him?”
Upon hearing this, the black-haired student couldn’t help but laugh.
“Are you saying, apart from a handso appearance, a clever mind, excellent talent, wealth, a strong background, and formidable strength?
Besides these, what does he have that you don’t have?”
“Haha, how amusing!…
Well, perhaps he does have so things I don’t, but he’s always irresponsible with girls, while I’d treat them right!”
“Being a good guy has its value, right?”
The red-haired student gave an awkward smile, then sowhat defiantly argued.
“…”
The black-haired student fell silent for a mont, then showed a polite yet graceful smile, consolingly patted his shoulder.
“…”
Anvis’s eyes twitched slightly as he listened, and he couldn’t help but take a sip of his juice, lanting that honest folks really do exist everywhere.
At that mont, his academy identity card suddenly vibrated, a unique magic fluctuation triggering a trace of spiritual power left within the identity card.
This signified soone was contacting him through the identity card, analogous to a mobile ringtone on Blue Star.
After taking out his identity card, Anvis checked the ssage, and his expression suddenly changed.
The Orbins siblings were attacked!
Shirley’s life and death unknown!
Orbins sent an urgent call for help!
Facing such a sudden event, he instantly lost the mood to continue enjoying the atmosphere.
After gulping down the rest of his juice in one go, Anvis sent the siblings’ location to the family head, instructing them to urgently dispatch support, and then swiftly left the restaurant.
……
Three Magic Ti hours later, when Anvis t the Orbins siblings again, it was at the Olivendi’s branch in the Royal Capital.
Shirley lay pale as paper, her breath weak on the life revival platform in the recovery room, deeply unconscious.
A High Rank Healer was urgently treating her, with pale silver Magic Light flowing from the healer’s palms, enveloping her body.
This would maintain her physical condition, preventing the injuries from worsening.
Orbins sat silently beside the bed, staring blankly at Shirley’s pale face, his hands tightly clasped together, a deep mixture of pain and fury flashing through his eyes.
Upon hearing the door open, Orbins turned his head, his blue eyes bloodshot and looking towards the door.
Seeing Anvis’s figure appear, he imdiately stood up and solemnly greeted him.
“Thank you so much for your help, Anvis!
I don’t know what the Prophet of the Olivendi Family has foreseen, but I will certainly repay you in the future!”
“I believe in your promise, Orbins.”
Gently nodding at Orbins, Anvis turned his attention to Shirley on the treatnt bed.
“How is Shirley doing?”
At the ntion of her, Orbins’s right hand involuntarily clenched tightly, then he helplessly let go.
He tried to speak, but in the end, he could not utter a word, only managing a weak shake of his head.
“Her Spirit Sea is nearly completely shattered, her consciousness severely damaged; I can only use magic to temporarily stabilize her Spirit Sea.
But the hope for her awakening, I’m afraid…”
At this point, the clan’s Healer beside him took over the response.
She had just finished the ergency treatnt of Shirley and now turned to Anvis, softly reporting the results of her examination.
But by the end, she also stopped, unable to continue.
“So, how can she be healed?”
Anvis frowned, looking earnestly at the Healer.
“First, we need a treasure that can reshape the Spirit Sea to repair her Spirit Sea.
At the sa ti, use potions that nourish the soul to gradually restore the injuries in her consciousness; this is the only thod I can think of—”
The Healer glanced at Orbins beside her, sighed softly, and shook her head slightly.
“I understand.”
Anvis nodded, feeling sowhat heavy-hearted.
The Healer quietly bowed and then slowly left the room.
“Lord Anvis, please save my sister, I will pay a price that will satisfy you.”
As she left, Orbins spoke up without hesitation, his gaze steadily fixed on Anvis.
While potions that nourish the soul are manageable, treasures that can reshape the Spirit Sea are extrely rare and truly priceless regardless of any kind.
At such a critical mont, a treasure as vital as a life itself is sothing that no person or power would find excessive.
But regardless, his foolish older sister’s life is what’s most important.
Orbins had already made his decision in his heart; even if it ant revealing the secret of the ancient High Elf Ruins, he must save Shirley.
“There’s no need for that, Orbins.”
Facing the young man’s desperate gaze, Anvis smiled and shook his head.
“You and Shirley are both my friends, Anvis.
I would never exploit a friend’s injury to corner another friend.”
Stopping Orbins who was about to say more, Anvis walked over and carefully looked at Shirley, lying on the treatnt bed like a sleeping beauty.
“No need to say more, I will apply to the family for the treasures and potions for treating Shirley.
If you feel embarrassed about this, then consider it a favor you owe —that’s it—”
“Now, can you tell about the cause and course of the events?”
“Certainly, Anvis!”
Looking into the young man’s gentle and deep azure eyes, Orbins firmly nodded his head.
After the great ups and downs, he felt a slight tingling at the tip of his nose, and a warm surge seed to flow through his heart.
Despite how precocious and talented he may be,
he is still just a young teenager now.
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