Chapter 704 Temporary Effects

Chapter 704 Temporary Effects

Aisha blinked, staring at Arad[Doma]. "Who's you're calling little?"

"Who else besides you, Aisha? It seems that you've grown stronger in the past years." Doma giggled, "You did put Arad in a tough spot, didn't you?"

CRACK! Eris pressed down on the doll's head, pushing her into the ground, "Doma, do you know her?"

"You can let her go now. She isn't a threat anymore," Doma smiled as Eris lifted her foot.

"Now that I'm out, she can't be of any harm."

"You say that, but her poisons are dangerous," Eris replied as Zia nodded behind her. "We can't trust her,"

"It did take me a while, but I already created an antidote in Arad's stomach. He's recovering now," Doma sat beside Aisha and stared at her with glowing pink eyes. "She can't beat me,"

"Like I would fight you," Aisha looked at her with an emotionless passive face, "If you're in him, I find it hard to believe I won the fight."

Doma giggled, "It might be partly my fault. I told Arad that he'd lose the fight beforehand, that only railed him to fight."

"No wonder he didn't blast his expansion," Aisha sat up, "I doubt I would've won in an expansion tug of war,"

"It's between me and him," Doma smiled, "Arad had this habit of underestimating some skills. Albeit he's quite willing to learn new skills and abilities, he's also prone to belittling some of them. He isn't a fan of the mundane disguise skill of some assassin around here. He can't see a benefit for makeup and outfits with shapeshifting magic existence." She waved her hand, creating a magic circle.

"He underestimated alchemy?" Aisha stared back as Eris and Zia sat down as well.

"With a high enough constitution, his body would naturally detoxify poisons. He can also buy and stockpile healing and recovery potions. Buying them seemed like an easier, simpler, and more effective approach." Doma giggled, "I can't fault him. His thinking is valid, but the problem isn't in him. It's in the people he's facing. He couldn't comprehend the idea that his enemies already account for those defenses and work around them all the time."

"When a new wonder drug, a powerful antidote is created. The poison makers usually develop a stronger poison to bypass it within a few months, making it obsolete." Aisha explained with a passive face.

"It's usually the role of the cleric to use their holy magic mid-

combat to develop and change their spells to counter poisons for their party, but since Arad fights alone, he needs to find another way to do it." Doma clenched her hand, shattering the magic circle she created before. "He needs to learn alchemy, study it, and become an expert capable of mixing and brewing concoctions in his stomach on the fly."

Aisha sighed, even though she was lungless, "So he thought beating an alchemist would be easy since it's not a fighting skill, and you gassed him up to face me intentionally, so he'll lose."

"I wanted him to understand that there is no such a thing as a weak or a trash skill. Dalla showed him that before with her slaps, but since he underestimated Alchemy, I had him feel it burn once." Doma laughed.

"Dalla, that slapper?" Aisha gasped, "You're evil. But, I guess you're the queen of curses,"

"He doesn't hate it that much. It was like a bet between us," Doma smiled, "And since I won, he'll be learning alchemy, even with how boring it may get."

"If you want him to learn Alchemy, does that mean he's going there?" Aisha stared at Doma with a worried face.

"The great university of the arts. He'll be mainly learning Alchemy and the basics of magic and spell craft,"

The nun jumped up in terror, "What?!" She turned around and stared at Arad, confused more than an elf in a barbeque party.

"Is Blatos awake?" Doma repeated.

The nun rubbed her eyes and the inside of her ears with her pinky, "Did I hear that right?" She couldn't get over the strange voice coming out of Arad, let alone the tattoos covering his body and the flashing pink light in his eyes. "A woman's voice?"

"It's a long story," Eris approached, "Is Baltos awake? I won't ask again,"

"Sorry, Baltos is awake." She bowed down, and then looked at Arad's face, "Was this a freak accident?"

"You could say so," Doma replied, looking back at Eris carrying Aisha.

After talking to the king and informing him that Arad had possession of the library, he told them that they should clear the treasury as well, which Doma quickly did in a few minutes and returned to the church.

"You done?" Eris asked as she saw Doma walk back into the church, "Yeah, is there a bed I can sleep on?" Doma asked, her eyes darting around.

"I expected that," Eris stood, "Follow me," She guided her deep into the church to an empty room with a bed inside and a small table. "I had the nuns prepare this room,"

Doma quickly went on the bed and took a deep breath, yawning, "I'll leave Arad to rest here. He'll wake in a few minutes, so wait for him," She fell asleep.

Several minutes later, Arad opened his eyes with a horrible headache, "AH! That doll..." He growled.

"You're awake?" Eris stared at him as she sat on a chair beside his bed.

"Doma was right. That poison is something," He grunted, tapping his head.

"I did beat that doll. Her name was Aisha." Eris stood, "Do you need something to eat?"

"No, I'm fine." Arad stood and took a deep breath, "How long was I out for?"

"Three hours. Doma said you need to rest for a few days to fully heal," She approached him with a smile, "How do you feel?"

Arad clenched his fist, sensing his void, "A lot weaker. I can't control my void or body that well. Look," He grabbed her wrist and clenched on it.

"Uneven," Eris scratched her chin, "You can apply your full strength. But aren't consistent with it. It's a common side effect of nerve damage. You better rest, as she said,"

"We are moving, aren't we?" Arad asked.

"Gin is taking care of that. You should rest. You'll have recovered by the time we reach Alina,"

"You're right," Arad sighed as the two of them walked out of the room and went to see Baltos.

The next morning came, and Gin stood outside the city in her draconic form, ready to lead the caravan to Alina.