Chapter 144

Chapter 145: What is a Rich Woman? (Second Update, Please Subscribe!)

Amide was full of enthusiasm when it came to teaching Izay about Healing Magic.

After all, she had been paid…

Though her guidance seemed somewhat awkward in the most crucial parts.

The Holy Maiden of the Battlefield did have little teaching experience after all.

Most of the time, Amide studied on her own by purchasing precious books from the self-study section.

Hearing Amide’s call, Izay snapped back to reality and waved his hand.

“It’s nothing, sorry for zoning out. I just had a strange feeling…”

“A strange feeling?”

The silver-haired girl tilted her head, a strand of her soft hair falling down.

“Is it a headache?”

As a healer, or rather a doctor, Amide would subconsciously associate problems with this area.

“Hmm… not really, thank you for your concern, but I’m fine, no need for treatment.”

Facing Amide’s gaze that seemed like she already planned which medicine to use on him, Izay felt as if she might have thought through every possible medication.

“If there’s any issue, please do say so, don’t push yourself.”

“No, I’ve already said I’m fine…”

A small interlude during the teaching process passed.

Unlike the first floor of the healing clinic where adventurers frequently come and go, the second floor was tranquil and pleasant, a great place to study quietly.

Various tools and vessels used for concocting spiritual medicines could be seen everywhere, emitting a faint and pleasant aroma, probably the scent of medicine, unknowingly making people relax.

Hours later, steaming hot tea was handed to Izay by Amide, who thanked the girl before accepting it.

“Are high-class drinks in Orario only limited to tea…”

Izay casually spun the finely crafted teacup and complained.

At this point, today’s study session had concluded, and both Amide and he were taking a brief moment to relax.

“Mr. Izay, do you dislike tea?”

“It’s not that I dislike it, just a complaint that came to mind.”

In response to such comments, the silver-haired girl slightly tilted her head, seriously counting on her fingers.

“There are wines in Orario, various kinds of fine wines, divine wines…”

“And? Besides wine and tea, can you think of anything else?”

Amide blinked.

It seems… there really isn’t anything else?

“See, there’s nothing else, right? I didn’t get it wrong, did I?”

Spreading his hands, Izay chuckled.

“Hmm… Does Orbal Water count?”

“Although Orbal Water is a bit expensive, I think it doesn’t quite fit, the audience is too small.”

Orbal Water, collected from the Orbal Mountains, is a very pure icy water beloved by elves.

It’s relatively expensive, costing a thousand Valis for a small cup, but its audience is small, basically only purchased by elves.

Riviria personally liked this drink, and she also liked tea.

According to what Izay knew, Riviria used Orbal Water to brew tea.

The tea leaves were premium products specially supplied by the Demeter Familial Group, even the water for brewing tea wasn’t cheap.

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“Umm…” Seeing her opinion not being accepted, Amide pouted cutely.

“If only there was soda, sigh~”

Taking a sip of tea, Izay couldn’t help but sigh.

“Soda???”

Question marks seemed to appear above Amide’s head.

“What is that?”

“Carbonated beverages, slightly harmful to the body, but very tasty.”

Unfortunately, since he crossed over, he hasn’t tasted them again, almost forgetting their flavor.

“Eh…”

The girl dragged out a long tone, not really believing what Izay said because she hadn’t heard of such a drink.

But seeing how confidently he spoke, it didn’t seem like he was lying.

“Since it’s harmful to people, why does such a beverage exist?”

“Maybe… because it’s addictive.”

For a moment, Amide didn’t know what expression to use.

Isn’t this similar to tobacco? Could Mr. Izay be talking about a tobacco drink?

Her thoughts wandered into strange places, filled with countless musings.

Not long after, Izay bid farewell to Amide and walked out of the healing clinic leisurely.

“Next… let’s visit the Witch’s Hideout, and buy some weapon materials while we’re at it.”

Izay wanted to make Que Xie as soon as possible.

He collected plenty of Obsidian, Magma Gold Powder, and Azure Crystals from the depths, and traded them all for cash with Finn. They were currently entrusted to the Gubernue Familia for smelting.

What was lacking were Mithril and Orichalcum.

However, visiting the Witch’s Hideout was to handle the “Branch of the Great Saint Tree.”

The Witch’s Hideout was an eerie shop located on the Northwest Street.

The owner was a senior magician from one of the magic kingdoms on the mainland, Ms. Renova.

In the field of creating magical artifacts, her craftsmanship was among the best in the world.

The magic gemstone replacement on Riviria’s staff, known as “Magna Evus,” one of the five supreme staves throughout the Labyrinth City and even the Underworld, was personally done by her.

The “Branch of the Great Saint Tree” belonged to top-tier magical arts material.

It would be fine if Izay were to enchant it without modification, but asking him to process this material and transform it into the desired shape would indeed be difficult.

Currently, Izay could only be considered a junior magician. Making Mystic Crystals largely relied on the uniqueness of his magic; his skills were far from the top level in the industry.

To perfect his work, Izay decided to entrust the processing of the “Branch of the Great Saint Tree” to this master.

He would only be responsible for the final steps and enchantment.

With the map given by the boss lady,

Izay turned into an alley from a street corner on the Northwest Street and walked deep inside.

Then he descended the staircase leading underground, opened the rotten wooden door, and entered a… unique store.

The room was spacious and dim. Bottles containing snakes, lizards, scorpions, and other terrifying creatures were placed on shelves fixed to the walls, while hanging Magic Stone lamps illuminated the surroundings like fireballs.

There was a large black pot at the back of the store, boiling something unknown and releasing red steam.

“Somehow, I feel like I’ve stepped into the lair of an evil witch…” Izay muttered softly.

This place was exactly like the witch’s dwelling in fairy tales that sought to harm princesses; it didn’t even need to be called “like.”

“Ikhehehe! Young man, calling me a witch is fine since new customers often refer to me as such, but I’m not that wicked.”

While Izay was looking around the store, a voice suddenly came from deep within the shop space.

An old woman dressed in a black robe, with long white hair and a hooked nose, walked out from behind the counter, her wrinkled mouth smiling at Izay.