You haven't even checked my symptoms yet! You're already throwing out a high-level spell right off the bat? Is that too extravagant?

"Ahem, the treatment fee is two hundred gold coins."

This price is very affordable for advanced wood-type mages, but for 'Klosen', who can use advanced magic at the intermediate level, it's a huge profit!

Alaman left looking completely bewildered, only to find that she was missing two hundred gold coins. What a mess! She hadn't managed to find out anything at all!

Is it because she's not pretty enough?

Ansel was waiting not far away. He had just watched Alaman go in and hadn't even started waiting when the man came out. He was extremely surprised.

"How is it?" he asked.

Alaman was furious. He felt he had been stung, spent money, and gotten nowhere – a huge loss indeed. He replied with a sullen face:

"How embarrassing! I didn't even get a good look at his mask before he cured me with a spell, and it cost me a whole two hundred gold coins."

Oh, by the way, he's very strong; he can't cast spells with a staff.

Ansel: ...That's hard to say.

They had already met the shop owner, so going back was definitely out of the question. After reporting back, Chad made a decision: he and Bob would go and meet the man.

On the same day, and with the same 'Klosen' who was planning to continue slacking off, he welcomed his third guest yet again.

Covered in blood, Bob limped into the potions shop with Chad's help, then collapsed inside with a thud.

'Closon': Are you trying to extort me? Are you trying to extort me?

"Your friend is badly injured, why didn't you take him to the hospital...? Sigh???"

Klossen's attention was drawn to the blood-smeared, unrecognizable wounded man. Caught off guard, he found himself face-to-face with the protagonist. Quick-witted as ever, he frantically tried to justify his actions, just like any ordinary citizen.

"Aren't you that famous so-and-so...so-and-so?"

Chad: "You know me?"

'Closon': "Uh... I don't know him."

Why have I been waiting for so long if I don't even know who you are?!

Charlie, as the darling of the world, often helps the weak and has a good reputation among many ordinary people. It's normal for him to be recognized. He didn't pay attention to the strange boss's strange behavior, but instead subconsciously began to sized him up.

The openwork mask concealed his face, but his hair and eye colors revealed that he was indeed a wood-type mage. His black robe hung loosely on his body, and he was very thin, lacking the large muscles of Bob.

The standard appearance of a wood-type mage who rarely fights.

I just can't see their faces clearly.

But his first impression of this person was that he was a good person!

Chad hadn't actually observed for long, but it was quite strange that his companion was bleeding so much that it was almost enough to make a pot of spicy blood curd.

Klosson tentatively spoke up: "Sir, your companion seems to be dying. Should we get him to the hospital as soon as possible?"

Chad: I almost forgot about the important matter!

"I'm afraid it's too late. Boss, you're also a wood-type mage, could you help heal him?"

Now we're finally getting to the main topic.

“If you insist, of course you can! But my fees are very high.” As he spoke, 'Closon' had already come out from behind the counter, ready to accept the protagonist’s test. He summoned his staff and pointed to Chad to the side, saying, “Come on, step aside a bit, I’m about to start casting a spell.”

The staff, as clear and beautiful as crystal, was more like a work of art, but in 'Krosson's' hands, it condensed into a huge amount of wood-elemental energy. The pale green magic circle moved rhythmically in the air, the robes moved without wind, the green hair fluttered, and healing light spots flickered in the array.

After finishing the complex and intricate incantation, 'Kroson' softly proclaimed: "Spring's Sigh—Withered Trees Reborn!!!"

One of the forbidden spells, the Wood-type Great Healing Spell, drained all the wood-type magic power from his body in one go. Fortunately, his mental power could also capture wild wood-type magic power lurking in nature from the air. This move was simply perfect!

Bob experienced the same helplessness as Al-Alaman.

Is it over so quickly? It'll make me look like I was stunned after being beaten for so long!

Even if the other party is the main character, the money still has to be collected. 'Klosen' smiled and stretched out his hand: "A sincere offer of 1,000 gold coins, no credit allowed."

......

The four of them sat back down at the hotel, looking at each other in bewilderment. They had gone three times, and all they could come to the conclusion was that the other party was very capable. They hadn't noticed anything about the other party's medical or injury-treating abilities.

They should have been happy, but ever since Alaman said that this person was a perverted person who liked to hold hands, the four of them were uneasy. Even if it was true, they didn't care anymore. They just wanted to know how this person was a perverted person!

And why didn't they like them?! Why?! Are they really too old?

'Klosen': You're overthinking it. I was just demonstrating my excellent healing abilities. I'm good enough to hang out with you guys!

What if you scare someone away by showing off your vitality on the first meeting? You have to take it step by step!

He was unaware that his act of taking advantage of others' lives had already garnered him other strange reputations, and he felt quite pleased with himself.

Chad and his three companions were actually surprised by this polite yet showy behavior; they just wanted to know how this person would ask others to hold hands.

Alaman suggested again, "How about I have my girlfriends go again with the photo crystal?"

Chad, Bob, and Ansel: "Okay!"

the next day......

The potion shop welcomed a new customer, a regular. She worked as a bounty hunter, often hunting monsters to earn money, and inevitably suffered some bumps and bruises along the way.

Simple bandaging is slow, going to the hospital is too expensive, and finding a healing mage is too far away. So, after opening a new potion shop in the small town where she settled down, she naturally chose this more convenient way of healing.

'Closon' had his magic drained by the main characters and is still recovering. Even if he were to use another high-level spell, he wouldn't have the strength.

When he encountered an old customer, his first thought was to borrow his life force and use his mental power to control wood-type magic, sharing his own self-healing ability with him.

He's done this more than once or twice. Before his main account reached the intermediate level, he often cheated like this so that the patients who came to heal him would mistakenly believe that he was always a high-ranking mage with a high status.

"Hey, Closon, long time no see~"

Martha is a healthy woman with a slightly tanned complexion, and the defined abs and muscular arms she exudes an absolute beauty of strength.