Chapter 3 Damn it, this is just a healing spell? !
Edith stood up and rushed to the bed by the wall. She pushed aside the thick pile of grass and a small figure was revealed in the middle.
Long-term malnutrition has made this seven-year-old child look only four years old at most. His thin and short body is sunken in the straw pile and cannot be seen without careful observation.
How could we forget such a living being!
Edith had never taken care of such a young child before, and her hands, which were always steady even when doing delicate experiments, were shaking uncontrollably. She hesitated for two seconds and called out the name she remembered awkwardly.
"… Doreen?"
There was no reaction from the other side.
Edith reached out and touched her sister's face. The hot temperature gave her the illusion of being burned for a moment. The little girl was obviously not sleeping peacefully. Her mouth moved unconsciously, her whole body was abnormally red, her breathing was rapid, and she was breathing more out than in. It was obvious that she was dying.
Edith lowered her head. As a pharmaceutical researcher, examining people was an easy task for her, but the more she examined, the more her brows furrowed.
Doreen's health was too poor. She could not compare with her older sister who had experienced eight years of normal life. She was born prematurely and was beaten every day in the orphanage. After she was two years old, she was always hungry and cold. Without a solid foundation, the house built on it was shaky.
Doreen is now like a small bucket full of holes that keeps leaking water, which symbolizes that the source of life is about to run out. If the holes are not patched up and she is simply fed and kept warm, her life can only be extended for a few more days at most, but she will not make it to adulthood.
It was easy to solve her physical problems. If Shelly was here, he could use a high-level healing spell to make her completely better. Low-level healing spells and potions could also be used to slowly recuperate, but it would take longer - but neither method was cheap.
Especially for a pair of sisters from the slums.
Edith couldn't bear to watch Doreen die. She felt sorry for the poor child, not to mention that she had inherited all the memories of the original owner and her sister during their seven years together. Since her mother's death, she had no blood relatives in the world, and now a sister had come down from the sky, she had to save her no matter what.
It is obviously unrealistic to buy medicine or see a doctor. She even has difficulty going out now. It is more convenient to do it herself than to ask for help from others.
"Since the original owner can use the magic lock, it means that there is some magic in his body." She counted the things she had at present, "Without a magic wand, it will be a little more difficult to gather magic power, but it is not impossible."
The upper nobles monopolize education. Many commoners do not lack the ability to call upon magic power, but simply do not know how to do it. What Edith lacks the least is theory. If she is lucky, she may be able to cure her sister directly.
The biggest problem now is that she had no magic power in her previous life, so she has no idea of the existence of this thing, just like a blind person who was born blind and still can't recognize the name of the color in front of him after gaining sight. Now she has no idea about the magic power reserve and purity in her body, and can only pray that the reserve is sufficient for her to perform a high-level healing spell.
Edith closed her eyes, recited the spell silently, and followed the instructions in the textbook, reaching out her hand and touching her sister's cheek.
…
Oliver City, main street of the city.
Although it had been snowing for three consecutive days, thanks to the hard work of the mages from the Municipal Department, the snow on the ground melted completely before people went out, and was drawn to the fields on the outskirts of the city.
Gray Green walked quickly on the road. The abundant magic power spread a thin film on his body surface, blocking the invasion of cold air from the outside. Even though the temperature was as low as freezing, he still sweated slightly as if walking in the summer sun. Of course, what made him sigh at this moment was not the temperature, but the words uttered by the people around him.
"Mr. Green, Marquis Charles sent another letter." The man dressed as an assistant said carefully, "He asked you when you plan to send the tutor you promised to him to his mansion... The young master will be enrolled next year. If you can't find a suitable tutor, he will cut off the funding chain for your laboratory."
"Or, he also said that it would be OK to return Miss Bell to me..."
"Tell him not to even think about it!"
Gray was extremely annoyed and couldn't help but yell when he heard this.
Seeing the panicked look in his assistant's eyes, he realized that he was out of control. He rubbed his head in annoyance and said, "Sorry... Don't reply like that. I'll think about it."
He was really fed up with this shit.
A few years ago, when he visited the home of investor Charles, he was attracted by the gifted tutor of Charles' young master and immediately decided to recruit him to be his tutor. Charles wanted to send his own son to study with him, but he was not tactful enough at that time and immediately stated that he would not recruit students with poor talent. He did not expect to offend the rich master.
The other party did not get angry on the spot, but went back to cut off the investment in his laboratory. Even though he had become a great mage, Gray was still a poor nobleman with no background, with only a name but no pockets. In the end, he could only bow his head and apologize to the other party, and promised to help him find a better one before the young master went to the academy.
Time passed so quickly that before he could even catch his breath, there was only one year left.
"In this remote town, even the nobles with some talent are unwilling to serve as foils for others. Where can I find a child of the right age?" He muttered, "Better than Bell - Bell's talent is already the highest I have seen in all these years. It's good to have such a genius once every fifty years. How can you want better?"
It would be a waste if you could be someone else's tutor instead!
"Why don't we try the slums?" The assistant actively offered suggestions. He was tired of racking his brains every day to find the right words to reply. "The people there don't have such high self-esteem. They are willing to be a foil and don't ask for much. They can usually be sent away with a little money. In addition, they haven't been screened much, so there may be people with high talents who are buried."
"That's right, but do you know how big the slums in Oliver City are?" Gray glanced at his assistant. "One-third of the land is slums! There are densely packed houses and a large population, with all kinds of people. If you go in, you'll be stripped naked in a second, and you'll be checked. It's even a question whether you can save your life."
He rarely saw such a situation where slums and clean and tidy city houses competed with each other. He could only say that this city was really rotten.
"But there's no need to feel sorry. Throughout history, there has not been a single mage who has walked out of the slums. The probability of finding a highly talented mage here is too small."
"What should we do? Should we just sit there and do nothing?" The assistant lowered his head listlessly, wanting to cry but unable to. "The other party has changed the frequency of sending letters from once a week to once a day. If we keep going on like this, I'm afraid he will send ten letters a day..."
The other side may have a whole team to help write letters, but he only has one person and one pair of hands, and he cannot reply to so many letters.
“…Wait a little longer.”
Gray pondered for a moment and sighed.
If you keep wasting time, the other party might just give up.
Just as they finished speaking, the two of them walked to the boundary between inside and outside. The ground here was no longer clean and tidy. Thick snow and mud were piled up on both sides of the road. The places where people walked were trampled black and pressed to form a layer of slippery ice on the ground. A large group of low and dilapidated sheds appeared in front of them, lifeless, and quietly frozen in this winter.
Gray's destination was the suburbs, and he didn't plan to stay here for too long. He just took a quick look and planned to leave.
"Look, this is the slum you proposed. How can we find such a large area?" He sighed again and raised his chin in the direction of the house. "It's pitiful. It's so cold. I don't know how many people can survive."
The assistant also fell silent, which was rare. He was not from a wealthy family, so he could understand the sympathy in Gray's words.
The two walked quietly for a while. No poor person would go out in such weather. Apart from the sound of the wind, there was dead silence in their ears.
In such an environment, any sudden sound will attract special attention.
"Bang--"
A vibration that could be called an explosion came from behind the two of them. The sound was so loud and the distance was so close that it was difficult for them to ignore it.
"Why is there such a big noise? Who used the blasting spell?" Gray's already bad mood became even worse. He thought it was a highway robber, so he turned around and raised his wand impatiently, "Who is making trouble again--"
He was stunned.
Gray's body didn't even turn completely. For fear of slipping, his feet were firmly glued to the ground with magic. Only his upper body and head were twisting in an extremely strange posture, and he was frozen in the middle of the road.
——He didn't expect that in such a season that could freeze people to death, he would see the largest magical light column he had ever seen rising in the slums.
It was a bright green color, emitting soft beams of light, but it rose up from a pile of dilapidated wooden sheds and rushed straight into the sky with a powerful force that could not be ignored, as if it was going to tear the sky and the earth apart.
Countless points of light poured down from the top of the light column, with violent echoes, submerging all the surrounding buildings like a flood, comparable to the heaviest snowfall here this year.
The powerful magic wave was transmitted layer by layer, allowing the great magician far outside the slums to feel the user's superb talent that should not be underestimated. He personally felt the waveform and intensity of the magic wave, and his brain temporarily crashed and fell into a long silence.
The assistant also stopped there like a stone statue. His mouth was wide open, his muscles were aching, and his saliva flowed out unconsciously. It took him a long time to react, and he looked at Gray and stammered.
"A genius that only appears once every fifty years?" He glanced at the file with Bell's name on it in Gray's hand, and tremblingly pointed to the beam of light not far away, "...It is absolutely impossible for a slum of gifted people to appear?"
"And... blasting magic?"
Gray: “…”
...Damn it
This is just a healing spell? ! ! !
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