Chapter 30: The Thor Clan
Editor: Atlas Studios
"The Archmage said that he has the magic items in the formula for the potion. And the Archmage is willing to give them up!
Our Royal Preceptor will definitely return to his former self. Perhaps his magic will be even more powerful."
Irigore looked excitedly at the princess Celia. "Your Highness—"
"Are you telling the truth?"
The princess's clear, excited voice reached the door. Mo Fan raised his eyebrows. He could even imagine the expression on Celia's face. Another haughty female voice came from the room. She sounded incredulous.
"Are you telling the truth, Knight Commander? This is a recipe for a magic potion. Are you sure you heard correctly?
A mage is already considered a remarkable mage if he has one of the magical materials!"
Edith's face was full of disbelief. She was extremely talented in potions and valued by her family since she was born. She had seen many precious magical materials and had collected many of them herself. It could even be said that the magical materials she had surpassed all the apothecaries and mages in the entire Azure Continent. She had traveled around the Azure Continent for many years and knew how difficult it was to find these five magical materials. She could not believe that anyone could gather them.
Irigore saw that the Lady Apothecary did not believe him, and he retorted hurriedly, "How can it not be true? The Archmage said so himself.
He has the ingredients for the potion of life."
In his anxiety, Irigore had forgotten to mention that Mo Fan only had four magical materials and was still missing one Dragon's Breath.
Celia looked past Irigore, unable to hide her anxiety. "Where is the Archmage? Didn't I order you to follow him around?"
Irigore was in a hurry to tell the Princess and the Apothecary the good news. He had rushed into the room, not paying attention to Mo Fan behind him.
When Celia asked, he turned and looked behind him. "The Archmage is—"
Irigore didn't see the Archmage behind him. He was about to say something when the Archmage came through the door.
His face lit up with happiness and excitement. "Come quickly, Archmage."
Edith had been keeping an eye on the door. She saw a young man enter the room with a plain black box in his hand. He strolled in, not at all affected by the anxious atmosphere in the room. He even made eye contact with her as he entered. He smiled at her, then looked away and continued walking into the room.
Mo Fan had gone inside and stopped next to the others. Before they could ask, he held out his hand, holding out the box. He looked at Irigore, who instinctively reached out to take it. It was then that Edith stared at the box in Mo Fan's hand, her eyes wide with disbelief, as if she were in shock.
As Irigore reached for the box, the woman with the staff barked, "Don't move!"
Mo Fan looked back. The white robe covered the woman's entire body. The woman's slender fair hand was holding a golden staff and she had round eyes. She looked like a very proud woman. However, at this moment, she was staring fiercely at Irigore's outstretched hands. Anyone who could be in this room at this moment was definitely not ordinary. Mo Fan thought of this and looked at Irigore, wanting him to introduce her.
Irigore caught Mo Fan's look and quickly said, "This is the Karensi family's Apothecary—Lady Edith. The Royal Preceptor was rescued by Lady Edith."
Mo Fan nodded, indicating that he understood. Then he looked at Edith and said, "Lady Apothecary, do you have any questions about this box of mine?"
The Knight Commander was so excited that he wanted to take the box and open it, but he was stunned by the Apothecary's shout. When he heard the mage ask this, he turned around and asked Edith, "Lady Apothecary?"
The Apothecary, Edith, glared at Irigore, then withdrew her staff with a wave of her left hand. She dropped the haughty little expression from her face and stepped carefully in front of Mo Fan, her eyes fixed on the black box in his hand as if she was a ferocious beast eyeing its prey.
The others in the room didn't understand, but they waited quietly for a moment to see what Edith wanted. She suddenly touched his shoulder with one hand and bowed to him. Then she looked at him.
"Honored Archmage, may I take a look at this box?"
When he came in just now, he saw this girl looking at him arrogantly. Now she was looking at him with such a respectful expression. Her expression changed a little too quickly. Mo Fan was a little amused, but he held it in. He handed the box in his hand to her.
"You can take a look if you want. It's nothing precious."
It was as if she had heard something unbelievable. She looked up at him with a complicated expression. He could actually see envy and jealousy in her eyes, which made him even more confused. The box was neither heavy nor large, only slightly larger than a grown man's hand. The black wooden box had no patterns, just some ancient writing carved at the bottom. Compared to Mo Fan's robe, it was very plain. She looked at the box respectfully and pulled out a pair of white silk gloves. Mo Fan felt a ripple of magic on the gloves. He wondered if this magic that rippled was a water element.
He watched as Edith put on white silk gloves with both hands and then took the box respectfully with both hands. She walked carefully toward a round table in the center of the room. There were some old books and papers on the table, but she used her elbow to sweep them to the floor. The precious ancient books and documents on the table fell to the floor with a clatter like garbage. Edith held the box as if it were some rare treasure, as if it would shatter at the slightest tilt. She even placed the box on the table with extra care.
Edith's hands, which couldn't help but tremble, held the wooden box steady on the table before she carefully opened it. She even breathed a sigh of relief.
Mo Fan was confused by this person's actions. What is this girl doing? Is it because the things inside are so precious that she is so careful? Mo Fan couldn't help but laugh. These things in his backpack were considered basic things. He had saved a lot of them. They really weren't worth much!
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