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"What disease is it?"

If it was just a simple cold, it would have gotten better in a week or so. But it's been like this for three weeks already.

"Do you know what the disease is?"

"It's called the kiss of death... There are all sorts of symptoms, but the chills are particularly bad."

"Is there a cure?"

"Maybe because we kept them warm, they didn't die. The problem is that no one has fully recovered."

"What did the doctors say?"

Doctors in this era were either priests or magicians. But the latter case was extremely difficult to meet.

This was because the location of the tower was far from civilization. Midway up the snow-capped mountains of the northern continent, beneath the thousand-foot cliffs of the southern mountain range.

This is the representative place, but how can you get there?

Of course, the church took priority. Because it's much more accessible. Butler Miller Xavier shook his head with a bitter expression.

"All the priests are out of town, so they said they can't send any priests here."

"What? How isthat possible?"

"After looking into it thoroughly, I found out that those pristis already been taken."

"Who is it?"

"Those… are powerful people. I'm sorry. I should have taken action before the situation arose."

Butler Miller Xavier simply bowed his head. In fact, it was an issue that could have been excused in any number of ways because the Carriers Duchy had never requested a priest before.

Originally, I didn't care whether the laborer was sick or not. Moreover, this was the same for other nobles as well. They probably preempted the priests to protect their families from the plague.

"It's okay. Thanks to the sturdy construction of the dormitory, none of the employees died."

Imagine if Butler Miller Xavier had taken my word for it and done shoddy work.

If the accommodation had been drafty, the workers would have died long ago. Like diseased vagrants, they probably wouldn't have endured being sick in bed all this time.

The result was nothing short of a mistake. Actually, I didn't even think about it this far.

Because I have such a strong body.

Perhaps because he was the strongest warrior in the North, Able never suffered from a single illness.

So, I don't worry about getting sick at all.

Anyway, it wasn't that serious of a situation. Now that we know the cause, all we have to do is fix it.

But the problem was that the matter was not that easy.

"If we can't invite a priest, then we're left with only one option."

"Are you suggesting a wizard? But it must be incredibly difficult to meet one."

"Because they're such reclusive loners?"

"Yes, that's right."

"Still, we have to try to save them."

The disease is called the kiss of death.

The workers have been sick in bed for three weeks already. If things continued like this, some people might die from exhaustion. Before that, a definitive solution had to be found.

I can't make a cure, so I have to find someone who can.

The Magic Tower was incredibly far away, but the wizard wouldn't be there all the time.

There must certainly be some who do not belong there or enjoy a wandering life.

How many weirdos have I seen so far that defy common sense? Now that the decision was made, it was time to cast the bait.

"Please keep this place isolated from now on. And you should go to the mercenary guild."

"What's going on there?"

"I'm posting an ad for help. I need a wizard, right?"

"Hmm."

Butler Miller Xavier let out a low groan. It seemed like he thought there was no chance at all. But I smiled brightly and gave instructions.

"The condition is that the plague must be curable, and the reward is a one-year set of good boosters for men."

"Huh? What is that?"

Cordyceps sinensis has not yet spread to this place.

Because it was so popular, there was a shortage of stock even in the West. But most people knew that.

Originally, rumors about good things spread quickly, especially among the upper class.

"Just submit the request like that. If there's no response, we'll think about it later."

"Yes."

Still, Butler Miller Xavier looked suspicious.

If i show him the effectiveness of Cordyceps Sinensis, he will immediately acknowledge it

That couldn't happen right away. There wasn't enough volume, and it wasn't useful anywhere.

But isn't that the same for me too?

I remembered the past when I tried it several times and suffered while experimenting.

I need to hurry up and save the pretty lady.

Oh, of course, leaving Princess Justia out of the candidates.

* * *

Crunch! Crunch!

A man wearing tattered robes entered Perias. Then, soldiers with suspicious eyes blocked the gate. It was because his appearance was so shabby and his impression so menacing. A search and inspection began immediately because of the appearance that anyone could tell was likely to cause an accident.

"You seem to be a foreigner. Do you have any proof of identity?"

"… … ."

Instead of answering, the man briefly lifted his robe. Then a staff in the shape of a snake climbing up was revealed.

A sight that even flashes a mysterious orange light. The soldiers frowned. It was an unusual item, but I had never seen it anywhere before.

"What on earth are you talking about?"

The blunt words came out for a moment.

Someone suddenly appeared and blocked the soldiers' path.

"Haha! I apologize for being rude. Are you a sorcerer from Nermia?"
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"Exactly."

"I'm sorry. My subordinates were confused and did not recognize the sign. You may pass."

"Thank you."

Thud! Thud!

The man passed through the gate with a limping gait. Then the soldiers asked the gatekeeper questions with puzzled expressions.

"If they are the sorcerers of Nermia… are they the ones who create that strange potion?"

"They say that if you kill someone, they poison the water and kill everyone. Can we bring in a monster like that?"

Nermia was the magic tower of the great forest on the eastern side of the continent.

The wizards there specialize in potions research, and they have quite a reputation.

This was because sometimes, disasters of a magnitude similar to catastrophes would occur. Like the soldier just mentioned, an accident like a toxic substance leak.

"Whew! But there's nothing we can do. It's not something we can stop."

"Then what should we do?"

"We must report to our superiors and monitor his every move. That is, until he leaves the capital."

The gatekeeper immediately reported. For a while, the capital's security forces moved diligently.

They followed the dangerous person secretly and quickly.

Regardless, the Nermia sorcerer was walking leisurely. Towards the original destination, the mercenary guild.

"I'm too tired to go alone. I need to find someone."

But then suddenly a phrase caught his eye. The advertisement filled more than half of the bulletin board.

"Looking for a wizard who can cure diseases? The reward is… a year's worth of health tonics? It's not even gold. What is that?"

The sorcerer tried to pass the bulletin board with an indifferent look. But the mercenaries passing by glared at him rudely.

"Even if you have money, you can't buy it. It's called Cordyceps Sinensis Dan-Hwan, and it won't let you get tired all night long. Oh, but looking at your face, I guess you don't really need it."

"Hehehe! You need to have a girlfriend to be useful in the first place."

A sudden complaint. In fact, harsh language was common in mercenary society's.

It would be normal to respond with a few curses, but the Nermia sorcerer's eyes gleamed. With an expression that looked as if he had been scratched terribly.

"What are these rotten things?"

Suddenly, a tremendous explosion shook the mercenary guild.

Kuhwaaang―!

The explosion sent a shockwave through the guild, rattling the windows and sending everyone scrambling for cover. Dust and debris filled the air as the sorcerer from Nermia stood at the epicenter of the blast, his staff still glowing with residual magic. The mercenaries, once smug and taunting, now looked terrified and scrambled to assess the damage and check for casualties.

The guild master, a burly man with a scarred face, burst through the door. His eyes narrowed as he took in the scene. "What in the hell is going on here?" he demanded, his voice booming over the chaos.

The Nermia sorcerer, his robes now smudged with dust, met the guild master's gaze with cold eyes. "I do not appreciate being mocked," he said, his voice low but carrying a dangerous edge.

The guild master stepped forward, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword. "This is my guild, and I won't have you causing trouble here," he growled. "I don't care if you're from Nermia or any other damned place. You'll pay for the damage you've done."

The sorcerer tilted his head slightly, his expression unyielding.

"I Like to give you try."