Wizard: Start with Biological Transformation to Grind Experience Chapter 518 - 13: Illness

The dim bedroom was filled with the strong sll of herbs and the stale air that was characteristic of a sick person. Farrias half-reclined on the simple wooden bed, wrapped in a heavy old blanket, his face waxen, his breathing labored, and every cough making his hunched body tremble, causing the bed boards to creak.

Bonne held a small clay bowl, the bowl filled with steaming dark brown dicinal juice, its bitter aroma assaulting her nostrils. Her face, which was usually fiery and loud, now only showed deep worry and fatigue, the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes appearing deeper.

"Get up, you old fool." Her voice was hoarse and low, yet her movents were surprisingly gentle. She sat on the edge of the bed, carefully propping up Farrias’s heavy head and neck with one hand to allow him to sit up halfway. "Drink it, don’t dawdle."

Farrias opened his eyes and sat up in bed, frowning instinctively at the bowl of dicine so close, and grumbled in protest: "What is this stuff, it slls awful, did you put chicken shit in it?"

"Stop babbling nonsense!" Bonne’s tone carried a hint of her usual sternness, but the worry in her eyes relaxed slightly, at least enough to show that Farrias still had the strength to retort.

That was how Bonne saw it at the ti, but this slight relaxation lasted only a few days.

Farrias’s condition did not improve from these few bowls of soup dicine; on the contrary, as ti passed, it visibly worsened.

At first, he could still talk back to Bonne a bit, complaining about the bitterness of the dicine each ti she fed it to him, asking her to add so honey.

But after a few days, complaints were rarely heard from him. When Bonne brought the dicine, he would just drink it and then close his eyes and fall back into a sleep.

He used to occasionally get out of bed to walk around or to enjoy the sun, but now, from morning till night, he mostly lay in bed, even sleeping through much of the ti. Bonne had to spend a long ti trying to wake him up each ti.

"This can’t go on!"

Bonne said worriedly to ssiah, "ssiah, go and find Max for , ask him to get a carriage. I need to take the old man out, to the city. These soups aren’t working at all."

"Didn’t that wandering rchant say that the Light Goddess of the Light Church can heal people? I’ll take the old man to see."

Bonne had, from so source, heard about the Light Church. This rural woman, who had never set foot outside her small town, imdiately sought out her son Max and asked him to prepare a carriage, preparing to cross the forest she often spoke of, which was ho to terrifying wizards, to go beyond.

Max hoped to wait for the wandering rchant to co back and then travel with the rchant convoy to the outside, after all, Bonne was just an elderly woman who had never left her town, let alone driven a carriage alone through a forest.

However, Bonne stubbornly insisted that Max imdiately prepare a carriage for her, perhaps because Farrias’s condition was now too dire to wait for the wandering rchant.

"Then let accompany you, mother!"

Max reiterated his request, but was again refused by Bonne.

"This isn’t your responsibility, child."

She knew full well that crossing the forest was risky and the chances were slim, but she was Farrias’s wife and likewise Max’s mother.

Max was helpless.

However, fate was not kind. Before Bonne could embark on her journey, a snowstorm engulfed the town.

This storm ca exceptionally fierce, making long-distance travel impossible in such weather. Farrias, in his current condition, couldn’t endure the strain, so Bonne had to put the plans on hold temporarily.

It was half a month before the snowstorm passed.

By then, Farrias was nearly at death’s door. His deteriorated state could no longer support making such a journey.

The room was filled with the strong odor of dicinal soup.

Bonne, her face full of worry, brought the freshly brewed soup to the bedside and gently nudged Farrias awake: "Farrias, Farrias, wake up, it’s ti for dicine!"

She no longer scolded Farrias, speaking much more gently than before.

Farrias slowly opened his eyes and said tiredly, "Didn’t I... just drink it?"

Bonne said, "That was at noon."

Farrias looked at the darkening outside and remarked: "Ti flies so fast..."

He paused, glanced at the dicine, and frowned: "I don’t want to drink it."

Bonne got angry: "You don’t want to drink it! How will you get better if you don’t drink! Old fool, at this ti, can’t you stop worrying !"

Her eyes reddened as she spoke.

"Alright, alright, I got it."

Farrias muttered with his mouth, yet still persisted in drinking the dicine down.

It took him all of six tries to finish the little bowl of soup, even spitting up more than half of it in the process, before finally drinking it all.

In just this little while, it was as if he had excavated an entire mountain, exhaustion visible on his face, and as soon as he finished, his eyes closed and he fell back into a slumber.

"Old fool... old fool..."

Bonne wiped the moisture from Farrias’s mouth before standing and walking out, staggering with difficulty as if she had aged twenty years in an instant.

ssiah watched this scene, his brow furrowing tightly.

She didn’t understand the emotions in her heart, but she indeed felt exceptionally uncomfortable.

I have to do sothing!

After washing dishes for Bonne, ssiah donned a cloak and left the house, making her way to the large oak tree she had first arrived here by.

"Co out, I know you’re there!"

She turned her body, calling out repeatedly to the silent forest.

"Whoosh!~"

A breeze blew through the forest, and then...

"Rustle!"

A faint rustle arose, as she saw a glimr of light erge from behind the oak tree, a tiny winged figure flew out from behind, it was Forest Fairy Xia who Lynch had assigned to protect ssiah closely.

ssiah looked at Xia, going straight to the point: "Where is he? I need to see him, get in touch with him imdiately!"

Her intuition told ssiah that Farrias’s situation was grave, beyond what Xia could handle, so she directly asked Xia to contact Lynch.

Xia frowned, clearly displeased with ssiah’s deanor.

If not for her master’s command to ensure ssiah’s safety, she likely would have flown up to punch her.

Thus, Xia could only suppress her displeasure, letting out a soft snort, then flapped her wings and circled a small loop in the air.

In this glowing, bluish circle, space rippled gently.

Then,

Lynch’s image appeared within it.