Netheril’s Glory

"Aaaahh…"

"It hurts…"

As soon as Punk put his hand on the idiot couple, they started to scream, and tears almost came out of their red eyes. If this scene was from a Japanese anime, smoke would be coming out of their heads.

After instinctively crying out and then just receiving a simple pat, Bilan was also very surprised. She thought that even in the best-case scenario, she would be blasted to pieces on the spot, but not only was she not punished, but she even heard words that indicated she was forgiven, which was entirely out of her expectation. So Bilan could not help but wonder if she was too scared and had an illusion, or there was any conspiracy, but in the end, the actions of the young official mage in front of her were utterly incomprehensible to her.

Different from Bilan's chaotic thoughts, Dickie's first feeling was a sigh of relief, then he looked at Punk expectantly and asked in a trembling voice:

"So you have forgiven us, my Lord?"

After hearing what Dickie said, Punk felt that this guy was really living in his own world.

"Forgiven us? When you and Bilan became on the same level? Why can't I remember that I have accepted two apprentices!"

Although thinking so in his heart, Punk still said as casually as possible:

"Yes, I forgive both of you. Although the messing up of my experiment table bothered me a bit, but since it was to save a life, it doesn't matter."

Punk's voice was flat and without emotions. It almost sounded chilly, but in Bilan and Dickie's ears, it was like the sweetest sound in the world, and both of them burst into tears of joy.

"Thank you, mentor, for your forgiveness. Thank you very much."

Although Bilan still felt that things were a bit different from what she thought, but now as both hers and Dickie's lives were saved, she was already very satisfied.

"I knew that as long as it is to save people, lord Mage will definitely forgive us."

Dickie was also very happy. Now in his heart, Punk transformed into a kind of cold-faced but softhearted person, and he thought that Bilan just couldn't endure Punk's cold expression. After all, although Punk's face could be said handsome, but according to Dickie it was just too cold.

"Well, Bilan, are you sick?"

Punk looked at Bilan while pretending to be concerned.

"Sorry, mentor, yes."

"Oh? Then who helped you to follow the refugees here? I have to thank that person."

Punk pretended not to know anything and asked Bilan. Through prophecy spells, Punk knew that knight Casser was the only person in Dolez city who truly cared about these refugees, and as the other party was also the army commander of the city, he planned to arrange a little back-hand in this knight. And "thank you" was undoubtedly a good excuse to give a certain potion to the knight commander.

"Yes…"

"Yes, Miss Bilan is my lord's apprentice and a nobleman; she deserves this treatment."

Just as Bilan was about to answer, a cheerful voice came from the side, and knight Casser walked out of the crowd. As he walked, a loud clamor could be heard from his thick armor.

On the Pheren plane, since the commoners couldn't overthrow the rule of the upper class no matter how much they united, the absolute inequality between the classes was more unconcealed. As soon as knight Casser spoke one sentence, all the civilians became silent, Dickie and Bilan also stopped talking.

But Punk didn't care about these small details. He just shrugged his shoulders and then casually took out a bottle of potion and threw it to knight Casser.

"This little gift is my thank you to you. Although I couldn't develop an antidote for the plague, I still have a little mastery in the alchemy of medicine."

Punk lightly threw a silver-glossy bottle as if the bottle was filled with trivial boiled water. At the same time, he also gave a hint that could easily be interpreted as "Don't ask me to develop an antidote."

After hearing Punk's hint, although Bilan couldn't hide her disappointment and sadness, knight Casser thought it was expected as it was impossible to develop an antidote this quickly. So he didn't have any hope of developing an antidote in a short time, and when the bottle flew over, he just sighed secretly in his heart, then carefully caught the bottle with both hands, bowed deeply, and said.

"Thank you very much, Lord Saian."

Although knight Casser was a little disappointed about the antidote, still when he recognised the potion that was casually thrown by Punk, he became very excited. Because it was the trainee-level "Qi circulation potion" that all knights dreamed of, this potion could increase the battle qi circulation speed by at least 5%. Although it was a trainee-level potion but the difficulty of making it was so high that even most official-level alchemists could not make it. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that this potion was something that couldn't be found by wanting to find it, and it could only be found by chance. So now receiving it by only providing a little bit of convenience, how could knight Casser not be happy.

"Don't mention it; you deserve it."

Punk waved his hand at knight Casser, looking completely indifferent, but in fact, he secretly sneered in his heart.

The Qi circulation potion was real, but Punk had added some special ingredients to it. And if knight Casser drunk it like this, then he could cause those ingredients to become active at a critical moment. This ploy was just to add an extra hand to his arrangement.

As a mage who was good at prophecy, Punk had detected some ambiguous information about a possible obstacle in his plan, so he decided to make such a random arrangement in case it came in handy in a troublesome situation.

"But…………"

Punk glanced at knight Casser, who was still rejoicing, with disdain.

"From your i-can't-wait-to-drink-it expression, it seems you are stupid enough to casually consume a gift from a mage."

Obviously, knight Casser, a trainee-level professional and without any knowledge of alchemy, couldn't discover Punk's arrangements.

Punk carefully felt the "condiments" lurking in the potion one last time to make sure everything was working as intended. Finally, he was satisfied that he had one more trick to cope with the possible upcoming obstacle.

Now that his small trick was completed, it was time to do his main business.

Of course, the so-called business was to enter Dolez city and talk to the official-level dwarf warrior about cooperating against Ti Xiaer. And after finding out that his trip might not go smoothly, Punk was beginning to feel a little urgency.

Before he left, he hadn't forgotten to give Bilan the discarded robe as a gift, which significantly increased his facade of being kind in knight Casser and other bystander's eyes.

This gift also made Bilan think that she might be wrong about her mentor, and the naive girl couldn't help but constantly tried to find some reasons to convince herself. Although the sense of uneasiness still existed in her heart, Bilan still unconsciously begun to wonder if her mentor's strictness was just to train her better, and in fact, he was a good person in heart.

It has to be said that human beings are really strange. They often forget the threats they have experienced after receiving some small favors. In fact, what Bilan was experiencing was the Stockholm syndrome. After all, in her mind, Punk was like an unmovable mountain, so convincing herself otherwise was the only method she could cope with this threat.

Of course, Punk was not someone who like to take chances, and he had already left a few arrangements on that robe. At present, Punk really needed a good reputation, so if Bilan dared to say something that shouldn't be said, he didn't mind letting his little apprentice die accidentally.

After bidding farewell to Bilan and knight Casser, who were very grateful even after secretly being calculated by him, Punk walked toward the not-so-tall city wall of Dolez city and thought in his mind.

"These days, there are too many fools and not enough swindlers!"

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