Immortal Cultivator of Wizard Academy

Chapter 25 I can give you a chance

There were footsteps outside the quiet ward.

Hua Yun, the head of the school hospital, and Greenfield walked side by side on the corridor.

"Miss Greenfield, your external injuries have basically healed, but your internal organs need to be nursed back to health for a while."

"How long will it take? Will there be any hidden dangers?"

"It may take one to two years. The injury you suffered was relatively serious, but fortunately it was dealt with in a timely manner. I think that with careful care, you have a high probability of fully recovering, and it will not affect your future potential..."

"It's been too long..." Greenfield shook his head slowly.

The critical one to two years of cultivation is almost equivalent to giving up the career of a magic swordsman. The once outstanding people will gradually fall behind others. However, if you don't take good care of yourself, you may be troubled by various hidden injuries and internal injuries in your future life, your lifespan may be shortened, or your development potential may be damaged. It is simply a dilemma.

"Taking some herbs containing the breath of life will speed up the recovery time. If necessary, I will help you pay attention." Hua Yun said implicitly that he could help.

"Thank you." Greenfield bowed seriously.

"You beautiful girls, it's best not to fight or kill. Some people have twisted hearts and don't know the severity of their attacks." Hua Yun turned left and walked into a ward.

Aglaia turned her head with difficulty and looked at the two people who came in.

Hua Yun, the clergyman, was once the beauty of the clergyman branch and one of the four beauties of the college. After graduation, she chose to stay in school and work. She has a holy face like an angel, a plump and mature figure, and a temperament like a white lotus that is unsullied from the mud.

Another person who has recently become famous. The eldest lady of the Hongfeng family, Greenfield. The battle with Carlo Jones completely established his reputation. With the weak defeating the strong and his heroic demeanor as a strong man, he is recognized and admired by many female warriors.

Aglaia is one of them. Recalling the decisive battle between the two, her heart is still throbbing until now. Never give up until the last moment and wave your sword to fate. With such spirit and willpower, Greenfield will definitely become a strong player that the world will pay attention to in the future.

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration flashed through his mind.

Aglaia stared at Greenfield's face without turning her eyes, pursed her lips tightly.

"Oh, senior sister, you are really lucky today. Senior sister, I just learned the recovery technique, do you want to try it?" Hua Yun asked with a smile.

Aglaia nodded without thinking: "Thank you, Senior Sister Huayun, everyone says you are a good person."

"I don't want to be a good person, I'm just in a good mood today..." Hua Yun put his pure white hands in front of the girl's belly, and the magic energy of life began to gather in large amounts, and the body was enveloped in a faint white light.

Restoration is a spell that can only be mastered by elite priests. It is far more effective than Healing Hand and Rejuvenation.

Aglaia felt heat flowing throughout her body, waves of numbness, and the pain of muscle tearing quickly diminished.

It is indeed a high-level spell, and the effect is almost immediate. It is not comparable to the healing hands cast by ordinary school doctors.

"Thank you very much. If you need my help with anything in the future, please just ask." The brown-haired girl looked grateful and sat up with her hands on the edge of the bed.

"Okay, I'll remember it." Hua Yun said politely.

Greenfield secretly felt regretful. If Senior Hua Yun had been present during the duel, he probably would not have left any hidden dangers.

The recovery warlocks in Violet Academy are still too scarce.

They are the most popular spell casters, and priests and recovery warlocks are relatively unpopular professions among the magic professions.

There is a huge demand for relevant talents at the civil and national levels, and they are almost monopolized by the Holy Religion. It is not easy for Violet Academy to retain individual elite stage recovery warlocks.

"Look at me, do you have something to say?" Greenfield noticed Aglaia's hesitant expression.

"Ms. Greenfield, I want to be your follower." The brown-haired girl mumbled out, looking at the other party anxiously.

"It's a pity! I don't have any noble inheritance rights, so I can't promise you any resources."

Although she was the legitimate daughter of a noble, Greenfield knew that she was a tool for marriage, and used herself to facilitate the land transaction between the Blue Rose family and the Red Maple family. The family's resources can hardly be used by oneself, not to mention the need to buy medicinal materials that contain the breath of life in the future. It's hard to say, but I still have to ask my future husband to advance some expenses.

"It doesn't matter! I don't ask for resources, I just want to follow you and get shelter." Aglaia spoke urgently, regarding Greenfield as a life-saving straw.

"Beautiful school girl, you must be in trouble, right? I remember when I was about your age, there would be a swarm of flies and bees flying around me every day, and I couldn't drive them away." Hua Yun pointed her finger at her chin, lost in memories.

In a similar situation, Greenfield felt the same in his heart, and his cold expression softened slightly: "I can give you a chance, introduce you to my fiancé, and then transfer you to me as an attendant."

Aglaia's eyes widened in disbelief, and she got out of bed excitedly, performing warrior etiquette.

"Master Greenfield, I will definitely not disappoint your expectations."

The afternoon wind is quiet.

In the vast forest behind the wizard branch, two figures quickly shuttled through the forest.

"Mr. Butler, what a skill!" Gus was shocked.

The black and white bear man, who looks bloated in stature, lifts his weight but does not move lightly, showing his extraordinary physical strength.

He was at a complete disadvantage. Even if he relied on fighting spirit to increase his physical fitness, he was still far less relaxed and casual than his opponent. At least a few steps are needed to accelerate a leap, and the gap between the two sides is clear at a glance.

Mr. Musophi is at least an elite warrior, Gus secretly determined.

"Young man, your strength is not bad." Musophei smiled modestly and waved his bamboo knife casually, using his sharp fighting spirit to continuously chop away branches, spider webs and other obstacles in front of him.

The two came to an open space and stood face to face.

Musophi put down his backpack, took out a bamboo knife and threw it to Gus. It is not appropriate to use real weapons when sparring with friends. Bamboo knives and wooden swords are better.

"Mr. Butler, you are very strong! I will use my full strength!" Gus raised his knife.

Musophi's posture was casual and he lowered his bamboo sword: "Young man, you attack first."

Gus adjusted his breathing, and like a shot arrow, he rushed towards Musophei.

The expected fierce battle did not occur. Musophei avoided Gus's slashing attack by a hair's breadth. At the same time, he seized the flaw in his opponent's attack and swung his sword to break through the empty goal.

Gus's expression was frozen, and the sharp sword energy stayed at his neck, giving him the illusion of decapitation, and he felt trembling and horrified in his heart.

A face-to-face defeat, so simple, so complete...

"Don't be discouraged, young man. You still have a lot of room for improvement."

Musophi took back the bamboo knife with a kind and relieved expression.

(End of this chapter)