Chapter 484 Difference In Results & Setting Out



Before they left to deal with the many urging things they had to do, Ender turned to see the old chief, who turned out to be called Collins.

The old man was looking at a small transparent vial which contained a light green liquid, with a complex expression on his face.

"What's the matter old man, you better drink that... I can't possibly make it out without you to nagging me every day", said Ender.

The bottle that the old man had in his hands, was a recovery potion that Daimon gave him, apparently the alchemy in this world was quite out of date, similar to rune mastering, as the lack of mass produced, efficient storage rings, suggested.

Not only that, but the magic beasts of this place were far more dangerous than the ones of the four galaxies, or even Neptune, in a sense at least.

Previously Daimon didn't understand why the old man, hadn't recovered from that wound he suffered, even after ten years.

Back at the four galaxies, even a deep wound could be healed with enough low-grade recovery potions, and some healing spells, as long as there wasn't a need to regrow a completely severed limb, or an organ, the potions will patch things up.

But apparently in this world, to heal a wound cased by a magic beast, a potion made with similar ranked materials or spells was needed, in other words, the old man who was wounded by a middle stage Arch rank magic beast, needed a potion on the same grade, or a healer on the same grade, it was a rather interesting thing for Daimon.

The only thing he could think of, was that there was something different with the magic beasts of this place, probably related to the fact that even Lord ranked ones had cores, because even if humans didn't have as much vitality as most of the other races, they still improved as they advanced, and the old man is a knight, in fact he used to be a peak Lord rank, but after being wounded, his real regressed as he ended in a bad state.

"I will, I can't imagine someone way stronger than me bothering in trying to poison me or something like that, I was just admiring such a refined potion".

"Do you know that all the recovery potions are red colored, because the main ingredient is the blood of magic beasts, sure there are insects whose blood is green, but they aren't suited to create potions with recovery properties, since their blood is like acid... even the potions made with humans that the flesh eating demons drink like wine, are deep red colored", said Collins as he unplugged the bottle and directly drank its content.

Not even a second later a dark gray fog was expulsed out of his body, taking the form of a scorpion which then faded away, the old man whose eyes were glowing took his shirt off, and removed some bandages that were wrapped around is abdomen, just in time to see the wound that has been tormenting him for ten years, disappear without a trace, he then stood up and stretched his body, before releasing his battle aura.

The previously luster lacking hair of the old man recovered some color, and his stance straightened a bit, it was as if he had rejuvenated from being in his seventies, to be in his fifties.

"Damn, it really was an Arch ranked recovery potion, in fact it might have been a peak grade one!", exclaimed Ender, the potions he knew will heal the wound, but helping on the post recovery was another thing.

The old man was amazed at the result too, with some training and time, he should recover his previous realm, not only that, but he felt that there was an advance approaching him.

'I couldn't tell the rank of the potion they gave me... just who are those two?', wondered Collins.

While Ender and Tila were celebrating the recovery of the old man, Daimon and Sarah were about to arrive at the inn, the crazy had a curious expression on her face as she asked.

"Why did you give him a star ranked recovery potion, if you wanted to make him suffer, why not a poison?", she asked.

Daimon was speechless.

"Hey, do you think I torture people for fun...", even before he could finish, the crazy girl softly laughed as she said.

"Yes, I have a large rack of different ones to try in my ring, we can have some fun with them later~".

Daimon sighed in response.

"Screw it, let's go to the next town mentioned by the chief, there should be some decent girls there, I need a rest from this stupid place", said Adam, the angel girl disappeared as he stood up from the bed.

He looked at what used to be a treasury full of valuables, which turned into a black waste, as part of his penalization for being greedy, and gritted his teeth.

"What the hell, I can't get women, I can't get treasures, then what the hell is the purpose of this mission, wasn't it a place that will benefit me", said Adam as he kicked the wall destroying it and then jumped out of the building.

He took a carriage from one of the many dead merchants and then set out to the next town, which was supposedly way more civilized than this one.

Without him noticing, a black robed figure was observing everything from the roof of one of the many burning buildings, but even when the town people were using water to put out the fire, they not only couldn't see it, but the water went through it.

The figure then turned into wisps of black smoke, as if it was never there to begin with, coincidentally, the fire which was still burning some buildings, was put out, but at the same time some screams could be heard through the town, as some people suffered lethal accidents, losing their lives.

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Back at Brown Wind town, once Sarah finished her bath, Daimon also took one, he had to ask Rita to chain the crazy girl up with her shadow threads, because she kept trying to barge in, saying that she will "wash his back", while she had a predacious gaze on her eyes.

Only after Daimon had cleaned himself, he changed into the Hollow Suit, put on his mask and then left the bathroom, just to be met with the weird scene of Sarah being restrained in a strange position.

Her legs and arms were on her back and tied together, while she was hanging from the roof, there were also some threads covering her eyes.

"Sorry, but she kept staring at the bath... so I thought that maybe she could see through the walls, at least she didn't try to melt the threads though", said Rita from within Daimon's shadow.

"Why would I, it was my fated one the one that ordered you to tie me, it's as if he did it himself, ah, this is how our honeymoon should be~", mumbled the crazy girl, making Daimon sigh.

Rita undid the shadow threads and Sarah fell to the ground, but stood up quite fast, the hour they took to rest and refresh was now gone, Daimon did so, because the travel will take at least a day, in the wilderness with no commodities.

"Let's go", said Daimon, allowing the crazy girl to hold onto his shoulder, against all his desires, to use blink.

'I really need to come up with a way that doesn't require direct or indirect contact', he thought as they both disappeared from the room.

The short merchant was already waiting for them, in front of Ender's headquarters, the caravan consisted in five rough and durable looking carriages containing goods, among which the two prisoners, in other words, Jeremy and the woman called Beni were hidden.

And three more decent looking carriages for personnel, one for Gary and his assistant, an average looking woman in her early thirties, one for the guards and one for Daimon, who already knew he will have to travel in the same enclosed space with the crazy girl.

He even saw the merchant giving him thumbs up with a knowing gaze, as he entered his carriage, which made Daimon bitterly smile.

Sarah who was already inside of the carriage, patted the place next to her as she invited Daimon to enter.

Luckily the carriage was quite spacious, and there were three rows of merged seats, with a soft cushion-like cover, so Daimon simply laid down on one of them, separated from Sarah and closed his eyes.

"Young Gabriel, we'll pass the mine area as you wished, since it is in your route, the old chief has already told the guards, we'll contact you once we reach it, enjoy the travel", the voice of the merchant came from a communication array engraved on a table that was placed at one of the corners of the carriage.

It was a one-sided channel, unless both parties agreed to communicate, for privacy reasons of course, Daimon didn't bother to answer, but he did speak to the crazy girl who was eyeing him from the row behind his.

"If you try anything, Rita will throw you out of the carriage, sleep, we'll need to be in our best conditions for what will happen next, it's for Jasmine's sake, okay?".

"Mm, okay", for a change the crazy girl behaved, she accommodated on the sofa-like seat and then closed her eyes to sleep.

'And here I was thinking that not getting another mission was enough to be excluded from this farse, but it seems like this place is set to cause annoying situations, no matter what you do', he thought as his mana sense scanned all the carriages, stopping for a momment in the guard's one.

'Whatever, I'll just have to deal with it, later', he thought as he entered the land of dreams.