Archmage Carlisle's face turned dark instantly.
Old Morgan's face also darkened.
He started examining the herbs that Cirilla brought out, his voice trembling with each one:
"Ten-year-old Blue Scoundrel... Silverback Vine growing on mountain rock walls... Night Maiden that blooms only under a full moon... Golden Orchid that only grows on gold mines... Bird Feather Jade... Blood Red Angel Trumpet... Crystal Orchid..."
These are all potions that even knights, or even grand knights, use only on important missions! So of them are primary ingredients used by knights when advancing!
Take the Blood Red Angel Trumpet, a single small flower is enough for a dose of [Healing Deadly Wounds] potion! This big bucket has a fluffy pile, at least one or two hundred flowers!
Bird Feather Jade only grows from vines that sprout from the blood and flesh of magical beasts above level ten, which died on barren stone peaks. Adding a bit to a potion can enhance a knight's wind power!
And Crystal Orchid, it grows in the darkest, pitch-black forests, the purest of herbs.
It appears and disappears mysteriously, without seeds or roots. This herb is a divine dicine for stimulating holy power and cleansing filth and plague! Each one should be stored in a crystal box, not casually frozen with ice!
So many herbs, used for a bath... even without considering the potential for conflicting properties, even if all properties are suitable...
"Aren't you afraid he'll get soaked to death!"
"Ah... oh..."
Cirilla silently pulled the bucket back. After thinking for a mont, she pushed it back towards Old Morgan, with a smile:
"Then see what's usable! Use whatever you like! Give it to him," pointing at Garrett;
"Or give it to him," drawing a circle from Bernard to Anita;
"Or give it to yourself!"
With a dull thud, the big iron bucket hit Old Morgan's chest, pushing the level 14 old warrior back two steps.
Old Morgan didn't even have ti to support the iron bucket. He stared at Cirilla, his voice cracking:
"These? All of them? You—"
Do you know how precious these herbs are? Taking the excess materials to the War God Temple to exchange with other temples would be enough for the temple's annual use!
"Oh, I just picked them for fun!" Cirilla waved impatiently:
"Like this Crystal Orchid, I picked it because it blooms beautifully with silver light;
like this Bird Feather Jade, I just found it on so mountain top;
so I don't even know where they ca from—anyway, I don't use them! If you can use them, take them!"
"Picked for fun..."
Old Morgan choked on his words again. Fortunately, Cirilla had already let him go, using Mage Hand to lift a big chunk from another bucket:
That piece of at was steaming, falling off the bone as soon as it left the pot, obviously stewed to a tender state. Garrett was a bit dazed:
How many hours have I been training? Three hours? Or four hours? I rember there are no pressure cookers in the Mage Tower! How is it already stewed?
As he was thinking, Cirilla pulled out a big bowl from nowhere, summoned a stream of water from the bucket, filling the bowl with at and soup, and handed it directly to Garrett:
"You're exhausted! Have so at soup! Don't worry, this is made from level five magical beasts' at, you won't get too full!"
Garrett, extrely thirsty, found the bowl not hot in his hand and casually summoned a Mage Hand as a spoon, scooping a spoonful into his mouth.
A spoonful of soup poured into his mouth, and he spat it out on the spot:
"...Pft!"
So hot!
So hot!
How is it so hot!
His upper palate's skin got burned off—ah—
Tears in his eyes, he cast Healing Spell on his mouth, Water Creation, and Frozen Ray into the water, while casting Cleansing Spell on Cirilla—he accidentally sprayed Cirilla in his panic!
So hot, so hot, so hot, why wasn't it hot in my hand, but so hot in my mouth!
"Oh, I only thought about insulating the bowl..."
Cirilla looked apologetic, casting Healing Spell on him, and freezing spells on the bowl and soup pot. Garrett was amused and exasperated:
You only thought about the bowl being hot for my hand, but didn't consider the soup being hot for my mouth... never mind, I was foolish too, not feeling the heat and drinking it directly. At least I saw the steam...
Looking back, Cirilla threw a Frozen Ray, instantly forming a thin layer of ice on the soup pot's surface. The ice layer spread, covering the pot, even freezing the entire bucket wall. After a mont, crack—
A crisp sound ca from beneath the ice layer. The fire wasn't removed, and the boiling soup burst the ice layer open.
Cirilla quickly stuck out her tongue, extinguished the fire, and threw another Frozen Ray. The boiling liquid gradually cald down, revealing a faint beast leg bone under the thick foam.
Old Morgan's eye twitched. A level five magical beast, even he couldn't eat it every day. This elven lady, what kind of wealthy background does she have—
Archmage Carlisle sighed, holding his forehead:
"Miss Cirilla, Garrett's physical combat power is only equivalent to a level one or two warrior, level five magical beasts, he can't eat too much..."
This big pot of soup, are you really trying to stuff him to death?
"No worries! Everyone drinks together!"
Cirilla waved generously.
Endurance training, strength training, flexibility training, combat training. After training, there's herbal soup, magical beast at, and soone for relaxation massage. Of course, Garrett never touched the herbs Cirilla provided—
All were categorized by Old Morgan, guided Bernard to store them, and created a new herbal soup list. As he stored them, his facial muscles twitched, looking as if he were mourning.
Why couldn't I have t these people earlier... If I had t them ten or twenty years ago, no matter the herbs or ingredients, they would have made up for my losses, I would have advanced to level 15 long ago!
But Garrett could drink a few sips of magical beast soup. Not much, Old Morgan strictly controlled his intake, a pound of level one magical beast at per day, if level two, only 200 grams. Want more?
"You don't exercise enough, you'll get fat!"
At the word "fat," Cirilla instantly took the pot away, not letting Garrett touch it again.
Under such intense, even luxurious training, Garrett steadily advanced to a level two warrior after half a month. Old Morgan was not in a hurry:
Garrett gave him a [Pain-Relieving] device, attached to the lumbar spine, blocking pain at specific points. One use lasted eight hours, no more rolling in pain at night, finally getting a good night's sleep.
With pain temporarily relieved, his guidance to Garrett and others beca more dedicated. Garrett's advancent was significant:
No more back pain, leg pain, running a lap in weighted clothes didn't leave him breathless, now running two laps still full of energy. During surgery, the shaking of the instrunts under the microscope reduced—
Almost like when using [Bull's Strength]. Yes, adding it now, even without ntal power protecting the nerves, should not cause damage...
In half a month, Garrett perford five surgeries, correcting spinal curvature for five warriors sent by the War God Temple. The more he did, the easier it beca. The five healed cases sent back stirred the whole War God Temple slightly.
After five surgeries, Bishop Seiren visited again:
When can you perform surgery for high-ranking knights?
What's the paynt?
Old Morgan is repaying with guidance, but Garrett obviously doesn't need a second ntor. Many high-ranking knights from the War God Temple have inquired!
Garrett: "..."
Wait a minute, I need to check out the Black Crow Swamp first!
Instantly, Bishop Seiren was horrified.
Why are you going to Black Crow Swamp?
To perform surgery on the War God's knights, why are you checking out Black Crow Swamp?!
You wouldn't be colluding with them to turn the War God's knights into sothing strange! Like dark knights, death knights, or...
Bishop Seiren's thoughts wandered, his gaze drifting. Garrett, embarrassed, coughed, while Cirilla laughed:
"He can't cut high-ranking knights easily;
he needs to see if there are any high-ranking warrior corpses in Black Crow Swamp for practice..."
Bishop Seiren: "..."
He looked Garrett up and down. Compared to half a month ago, Garrett's complexion had improved, and his aura had grown stronger. Overall, he had made so progress on the warrior path—
But still far from a knight.
Clearly, a high-ranking knight above level 10, even standing still without using any power, might not have his skin cut.
"Or I can ask if the temple has any sharp weapons to enhance attack power?"
Bishop Seiren suggested thoughtfully. Garrett imdiately shook his head:
"Cutting the skin isn't enough! After cutting the skin, I need to pull apart layers of muscle, clamp blood vessels, correct bone direction, and remove vertebral growths..."
He released [Silent Phantom], demonstrating the surgical process in fast-forward:
"Moreover, if it's not the surgical instrunts I'm used to, my operations will be affected..."
Bishop Seiren's eyelids twitched. He scrutinized Garrett and estimated the probability of a level 2 warrior cutting through a high-ranking knight's bones—
"If you really can't cut it, what will you do?"
"Use the dark gold skeleton given by Lord Undying for surgery." Garrett imdiately offered an alternative, then pointed at Cirilla:
"Or let her operate under my guidance. Of
course, if I can cut it myself, that would be best."
Garrett showed an apologetic smile. Bishop Seiren rubbed his forehead, sighing:
"Fine, I'll check if the War God Temple has any in storage..."
"No living people! Even if prisoners, even if they volunteer, no living people!!!"
Garrett quickly instructed. Bishop Seiren's eyelid twitched:
How did you know I was considering that?
It turned out that excluding living people, the War God Temple indeed had no fresh, muscle-rich corpses eting Garrett's requirents.
But Black Crow Swamp, as reliable as ever in corpse preservation, was generous to Garrett:
"Co! Cut as you like! Of course, it's best if you demonstrate in the main hall..."
Garrett almost fled.
Repeated tests showed that the current Garrett, with all buffs: Giant Strength, Bull's Strength belt, surgical knife enchanted with [Greater Magic Weapon], corpse muscles relaxed with [Touch of Fatigue]...
Still cut with difficulty. According to the War God's bishop, when Garrett advances to a knight, he probably, maybe, can cut steadily...
Garrett: Old Morgan, please train as much as possible! I want to be a knight!
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