The Vastness of Magi Chapter 33 - 33 Eight Bizarre

??Chapter 33: Chapter Eight: Bizarre

Chapter 33: Chapter Eight: Bizarre

Seeing that the warriors had already lifted the man to head back, Kor and Ylot seed to sense there was more to Piro’s words. Kor frowned and asked, “Mr. Piro, it seems there might be so insider information about the fall of the Myron Duchy?”

After hesitating for a mont, Piro considered whether it was necessary to discuss this topic. Although for those well-inford, it might not be a particularly sensitive secret, it involved the Upper Echelons of the kingdom, and as a rchant, he naturally had so reservations. After thinking it over, Piro replied vaguely, “Your Excellency, it’s not that I’m unwilling to talk, it’s just that there might be a lot of intricate details that are difficult to explain right now. I believe it won’t be long before you might co to know.”

Kor shrugged. He could understand the other party’s caution, but it seed that it wouldn’t have much to do with himself. He was about to embark on a journey to the Caucasus, and no matter how dire the situation in the North, it was no longer his concern.

However, the slave who had been shot through the collarbone seed to have so skills. Considering his long journey ahead, having a couple of helpers might make things easier, even if it was just two to use as shields.

With a relaxed smile, Kor retracted his foot that was about to enter the carriage and turned his head, “Mr. Piro, I have a question. How many slaves do you have here like the one just now?”

Taken aback, the shrewd Piro imdiately understood, “Oh, I am very sorry. Besides him, there seems to be only one slave from the Myron Duchy left. At first, there were a few, but most of them were injured, and the injuries were serious. They died on the way back for lack of necessary dical care, leaving only two who were less seriously hurt. I didn’t expect such a thing to happen. Baron, if you don’t mind, I will give these two slaves to you as a personal gift.”

Kor was very satisfied with the rchant’s astuteness. True to his family’s rchant roots, no one could surpass his understanding of a custor’s intentions. With just one question, he presented them with both hands, leaving Kor without even the chance to express his gratitude. Nodding his head, Kor smiled and said, “I’ll bear this generous gift in mind. I won’t say any more.”

Piro shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly, spreading his hands with the sa humor, “Everything is thought for the custor. This is the business principle our Feller Family has followed for over a hundred years. It equally applies to you, Your Excellency. I hope you, Sir, will not reject our goodwill.”

On the return trip, an additional cargo horse-drawn carriage carrying four slaves was tied onto the one with Kor and Ylot, closely following behind.

Kor wasn’t worried the two would run away. Not to ntion the strict checks against runaway slaves in the Hor region, one of the slaves was already in a very serious condition. If he did not receive tily dical treatnt, he probably wouldn’t last many days. Kor simply said, “If you want to survive, just follow

obediently,” a statent that made the once proud soldier from the Myron Duchy follow humbly without any further sches.

Upon returning to the mansion, Kor called the steward Sanders and ordered him to settle the two n in the outer room of his backyard and find them so clothes to change into.

With Kor’s departure to the Caucasus almost upon him, nobody wanted to start any trouble with him at this ti, even Kor’s brother, who often clashed with him, had rarely apologized for his previous rudeness. Of course, Sanders wouldn’t trouble himself unnecessarily and dutifully made arrangents according to Kor’s wishes.

The man lying on the wooden bed was in his thirties, his once robust body now burning hot. The wound under the ribcage suggested an arrow injury that had hit the internal organs, and the thick pus constantly oozing from it indicated the man’s extre weakness. Without treatnt, the only thing awaiting him was death.

His greyish cheeks were hollow due to lack of essential food. Yet, the pair of grey-blue eyes set deep in their sockets still held so brightness, at least not bearing the look of soone on the brink of death.

Looking at the young master carefully examining his companion, the man standing by couldn’t help but kneel to the ground, weeping as he said, “Baoling earnestly requests the master to lend his marvelous skills, save him, he cannot die.”

Knitting his brows, Kor spoke in a deep voice, “Get up! First of all, I did not say I would not save him. Right now, the two of you are my property, and I will not stand by and do nothing. Second, whether I can save him depends on his constitution. His arrow wound is very severe, and the best opportunity for treatnt has already been missed. I will do my utmost.”

The man lying on the bed also spoke in a deep voice, “Baoling, get up, don’t make it difficult for the master. Life and death are determined by fate, wealth, and honor are in the hands of heaven. It is not sothing that dicines and stones can decide! The master has this intention, and Fran only has gratitude in his heart, without any regrets.”

With so surprise, Kor glanced at the man lying on the bed with calm expressions, never having expected the person who had remained silent to utter such words, which were contrary to his own view of slaves. Then again, he thought, the man might have once been an officer in the Myron Duchy, which would not be surprising. Nevertheless, Kor felt a certain favor towards the man lying on the bed.

Nodding his head, Kor looked into the indifferent, water-like eyes of the other and said, “You need not lose heart. Although the injury is serious, it is not beyond redy. A strong desire to survive can enhance your chances by quite a bit. I hope you understand that, and I wish you good luck.”

Returning to the secret chamber, Kor sat quietly in front of the desk and pondered for a while. The injured man’s condition was already quite severe; using ordinary dicines and treatnt thods almost had no hope. However, from the occasional brilliant light in the man’s eyes, Kor was sure he was no simple character.

Lacking sufficient help, he now was in need of helpers. Although Ilot and Puber’s loyalty was without question, the two nevertheless lacked experience. He did not know what kind of situation he would face in the Caucasus and he didn’t want to face this entire unfamiliar world alone.

It seed he could only take a gamble. White Magic was not his forte. In fact, apart from practicing it a few tis when his teacher originally taught him, he hardly had the opportunity to use it later on. Kor would rather use the potion-making techniques he learned from the Beastman Pharmacist than rely on magic on himself.

In his view, magic was a ans to use one’s own spiritual power to draw upon the elents between heaven and earth to change the state of things. Applying such thods on oneself seed a bit against the natural order. As his teacher put it, this was completely an absurd and preposterous delusion, but Kor stubbornly held onto this belief.

Simply using White Magic could certainly make the other person’s injuries heal quickly, but it could not fundantally improve the situation. The damage to internal organs had already reached the essence of the body, what cultivators call “Yuan Qi” or “Yuan Force.” It wasn’t sothing that could be recovered simply by borrowing mana from the outside world. It had to be supplented with essential dicines. Only then could one truly heal both symptoms and root causes. Of course, the person’s own desire to live was also a crucial link. Otherwise, perhaps when the magic was finished, it would be the mont the fellow’s injury was healed, but his life lost.

With a light beckoning of his hand, the old pouch imdiately floated in mid-air. Calmly, Kor took out so dicines from the shaking pouch in the air, sifted through them, picked out a few, and an exquisitely made Ink Jade Cup was also placed on the desk.

The dicines were soon thrown into the Ink Jade Cup. Kor took this opportunity to practice his technique of using force, silently recited the spell, and the lonely Mysterious Jade Pestle began to slowly rotate and grind in the cup as if manipulated by soone. This scene would make anyone who saw it think their eyes were playing tricks on them, or that they had encountered ghosts.

The clucking noise of the Jade Pestle grinding in the secret chamber was particularly harsh. In the gloomy room, devoid of any vivacity, only the motionless Kor’s faint, flickering eyes shone brightly in the dimly lit room. You could vaguely see Kor’s lips quivering slightly, with a faint and nearly imperceptible voice coming from his mouth. Fine beads of sweat quietly erged on Kor’s forehead.

After a good while, Kor finally took a long, relieved breath, and the Mysterious Jade Pestle twisted and ca to rest at an angle in the Ink Jade Cup, becoming quiet again. After resting for a mont, Kor picked up the Jade Pestle to continue the unfinished work.