Little White soon fell into a deep sleep again.
Among all the patients Andrew had treated so far, Little White’s condition was actually the worst.
Ivan’s lung burn issue was challenging due to its "stubbornness." Purple had cleverly wrapped the burn area with her own power, but in reality, once the issue erupted, it was the most "dangerous."
Little White’s condition was simply "terrible" to the extre. In all directions terrible. If it weren’t so, Purple wouldn’t have prioritized bringing him to Wildfire Town, intending to seek Andrew’s help.
"Fortunately, I’ve now broken through to Tier Two and beco a Magic Lord," Andrew thought to himself.
Without the effect of "Invisible Enchantnt," others would see:
At this mont, around Little White, there were water-blue sprites resembling birds, hovering and dancing, and then rging one by one into Little White’s body.
Flowing Water Spirits.
This was one of the many Tier Two magic in the "Water Sacrificial Series Magic." Compared to Tier One healing magic "Deep Blue Starlight," the healing ability of the Flowing Water Spirits was slightly weaker, but it could greatly enhance the patient’s self-healing power in a short ti. It’s akin to temporarily sharing Andrew’s "Water Soul Constitution" self-healing properties with Little White.
Moreover, each "Flowing Water Spirit" was entwined with specks of mysterious deep blue starlight.
Andrew was actually mixing Tier One "Deep Blue Starlight" with Tier Two "Flowing Water Spirit" for use!
Another Tier Two magic from the "Fingertip Series": Stacking Magic Ring. An invisible magic ring was currently worn on Andrew’s right pinky finger. Its effect was: allowing two Water Magic belonging to the sa series to stack, mutually reinforcing, greatly increasing the magic effect.
Using the "Stacking Magic Ring" to stack "Flowing Water Spirit" and "Deep Blue Starlight," for traditional Tier Two Water Mages, this was almost the limit of their abilities.
But for Andrew, a Magic Lord who could make magic power "multiply," it was effortless.
Thus, slowly and unhurriedly, when he walked back to Wildfire Town, An Ya was already waiting outside the temporary camp at the northwest corner of the town with the people.
"Take Auntie Purple back to the temporary camp, give her the magic potion I’ve prepared, and then just wait for her to wake up naturally," Andrew quickly instructed, "Little White still needs so ti for treatnt. Once he’s healed, he will also be sent to the Living People Cetery."
An Ya nodded, "Okay, no problem." Her eyes couldn’t help but glance twice at the desolate beast’s corpse behind Andrew.
Not just An Ya, Aunt Sofia at the temporary camp, little Sophie, and many townspeople who rushed to the scene after hearing the alarm, wanting to lend a hand, for instance, to support Andrew and Ivan, all looked at the huge, lifeless desolate beast’s corpse with peculiar expressions.
"What’s wrong? Is there a problem?" Andrew couldn’t help but be stunned.
He thought bringing back a desolate beast’s corpse like this might have frightened everyone. But judging from An Ya, Aunt Sofia, and the others’ expressions, it didn’t seem like they were scared.
What Andrew didn’t know was that he, Barbara, and Ivan, upon hearing the alarm, had imdiately reacted—striking, saving lives, then retreating—and these were natural responses they had long been prepared for.
In the minds of the townsfolk, this was not "normal" at all.
It should be known that during the period of Humboldt ruling Wildfire Town, the alarm had sounded before, but... the townspeople never felt "protected."
Back then, when Sheriff Raymond was alive, he used to bully the locals, but the mont a desolate beast appeared, he would instantly disappear without a trace.
Little Sophie’s father, Aunt Sofia’s husband, was soone who, during one such desolate beast attack while Humboldt ignored it and Raymond vanished, stood up and led the townspeople to fight the desolate beast, getting severely injured in the process and eventually died from the injuries.
Aunt Sofia looked at the desolate beast’s corpse, her eyes turning red, clearly thinking of her husband. When she looked at Andrew, her eyes showed gratitude and a touch of guilt. She truly felt that when Andrew held the unconscious Barbara and asked for her help earlier, she should have extended a helping hand instead of choosing to refuse.
"Everyone is thanking you, thanking you for protecting the town as the Chief Mage," Ivan explained to Andrew telepathically. Feeling a bit ashad inside: "Back then, I didn’t do much for everyone either. Being injured wasn’t an excuse. At least it wasn’t an excuse for asking Sofia to sleep with in exchange for food and water after Tom’s death." Tom was the na of Little Sophie’s father.
After hearing Ivan’s explanation, Andrew finally understood.
He couldn’t help but smile and said loudly, "Oh, don’t all look at like that. Everyone, just carry on with your own tasks."
As soone influenced by the values of modern civilized society before crossing over, Andrew really didn’t feel like what he did was a big deal, just his duty.
But in this Fla Realm, a noble Chief Mage personally leaving town, risking himself to protect the town—such things were entirely unbelievable.
Even a Warm Fire Mage, who was relatively friendly towards the common folk, wouldn’t do such things.
Now that everyone saw Andrew not only doing such things but doing them without seeking credit, just casually saying everyone should just carry on with their tasks, it brought about a peculiar feeling in their hearts. More than one person thought, "How could there be such a mage? Could there really be a mage who cares about our life and death?"
Andrew’s expression beca solemn as he continued, "In the coming period, the alarm may ring frequently. Miss Barbara of the Warm Fire Comrce Association, Ivan, Sister An Ya, and I will do our best to protect the town and ensure everyone’s safety. But everyone shouldn’t be complacent, and if possible, strive to improve your strength as soon as possible!"
Upon hearing this, the townspeople couldn’t help but feel a sense of urgency, quickly going about their respective duties. However, this ti, the atmosphere as everyone did their jobs was slightly different from before. Now, in the hearts of the townspeople, they instinctively began to see Andrew as soone they could trust.
"Actually, you all are my support and reliance too," Andrew thought.
With a slight smile, he called Ivan to drag the desolate beast’s corpse into the town, intending to take it back to the Magic Laboratory for further study.
Previously, Ivan’s guess was correct; Andrew specifically wanted to capture it alive, and having failed to do so alive, he had to bring the complete corpse back for special reasons.
On this major problem of the Inner Sea Desert, the desolate beast, Andrew indeed found so unusual points.
"He’s gone back, that guy’s returned to Wildfire Town."
In the depths of the desert, Rose set down a deep red telescope engraved with nurous magic runes, and said slowly.
As he let go of the telescope, it naturally fell, disintegrating into nurous magic runes during the descent, turning out to be a magic telescope constructed of runes.
This was one of the Desolate Language Series: the Rune Eye.
At this mont, Rose’s face was very calm, having recovered from Andrew’s earlier "hello," and cald down.
The Desolate Language Series, as Soul Magic, naturally has magic techniques similar to the Water Spirit Technique for calming the mind.
Moreover, Rose himself had excellent ntal resilience.
Among the younger generation of the Fla Realm, his strength was beyond doubt, but his excessively "vile and disgusting" conduct style was often criticized. Not only did the mbers of the Warm Fire Comrce Association look down on him, but many in the Magic Guild also considered him a disgrace among the Earth Fire Mages.
Yet, Rose was never swayed by these external views.
On the contrary, after calming down, he couldn’t help but smile, "Quite interesting, huh," turning to his partner, "Do you still think my judgnt to execute the ’Vanguard Strategy’ was wrong?"
The woman didn’t answer.
She was removing her makeup.
As a Fla Warrior, her skin, like most Fla Warriors, wasn’t very good, a bit rough. In fact, in this Fla Realm, except for the top-notch Warm Fire Mages and Crimson Knights, hardly anyone had very good skin. No choice, it was too dry.
Rose’s partner was nad Fleur. The reason she wore makeup all year round was to cover up her skin’s lack of smoothness and fairness.
But actually, she looked beautiful after removing her makeup. Her temperant beca totally different from before!
Previously it could be said to be "overly made-up" and "tasteless."
After removing makeup, although her skin condition was average, Fleur’s whole deanor transford into a sense of wild, primal beauty! Unlike the athletic and slightly scatter-brained Sally, Fleur seed ready to transform from a human form into so kind of fierce beast at any ti!
"You should have ntioned besides Barbara, there are interesting targets too," Fleur finally finished removing her makeup, glanced at Rose, and said with a smile, "As for the Vanguard Strategy... I have no objections now, go ahead with it! But, let make it clear, the task of capturing Barbara alive is yours, and that kid—he must have been the one who killed Humboldt—he’s mine!"
When she said "he’s mine," Fleur couldn’t help but lick her lips, like a girl seeing a tasty candy, greedy and unrestrained.
Rose nodded.
It was well-known that Rose was the "creepy guy" among the younger generation. Few knew that his partner Fleur was the true "psychopathic fanatic" among them.
"Perhaps all Fla Warriors who mastered Dragon Transformation early beco a bit ntally unstable? Except for that Saintess from our Magic Guild," Rose thought.
As for the Vanguard Plan, it certainly wouldn’t be as simple as driving a couple of people with a desolate beast.
Wildfire Town, Magic Laboratory.
Andrew and Barbara sat across from each other.
Barbara frowned and said, "Judging by the situation, in the coming days, there will be more and more desolate beasts driving ordinary civilians from the Inner Sea Desert to attack in this way."
Andrew nodded in agreent, then waved to set up a Water Magic Barrier for soundproofing.
Only then did he speak to Barbara, "There’s no need to tangle with that Rose. We’ll seize an opportunity to lock him down and take him out! That would naturally break his disgusting tactics."
By now, he could share his counter-kill plan with Barbara.
Because judging from the feeling returned by the Tear Mark, Desert Speaker Rose hasn’t realized yet—he has beco the prey instead of the hunter.
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