Time passed quickly, and the guardian sun had already reached the other side. Both Zambu and Fire Lotus were waving their goodbyes to Kavi. Tears are still rolling down Zambu’s eyes.
After spending time with Kent, Zambu understood his mistakes. He tried to give more gifts to Kent to wipe away the guilty feeling. But Kent didn’t accept anything except for the beast-taming manual and energy crystal.
Kent also found many details about Fire Kirin’s from Fire Lotus. She explained how to raise Kavi and how to improve her strength, and he also learned about Fire Kirin’s stronghold and their race.
As her brother figure disappeared from the horizon, Kavi placed its head in Kent’s palm and began crying with little baby sounds. Kent kneeled on one knee and caressed her face in a consoling manner.
As his fingers ran along its face, she began laughing in ticklish noise. This is Kent’s first time seeing Kavi laugh like that. “Don’t worry. One day, I will take you to see your family. You can meet your parents and live a happy life with your race.” Kent said while staring into its eyes.
Without making any sound, it leaned its head forward and attached itself to Kent’s forehead.
Just after a few moments, Kent heard the sound of a bird a croaking noise. Suddenly, he turned his head to find out that a black human-sized Raven was staring at him curiously. With a wide smile, Kent stood and reached towards the raven, as this was the same raven his aunt would send things for him.
He enthusiastically greeted the raven with a smile and took the royal delivery package from inside its pouch. The golden octopus image shines on the surface of royal delivery.
After delivery of all things, the Raven flew away without waiting another moment. As the raven disappeared on the horizon, Kent walked inside and shut the door. Kavi followed him closely, as she was also curious to see the contents in Kent’s hand.
Sitting before a small table, Kent finished the verification and uncloaked the royal delivery box.
As Kent carefully opened the royal delivery box, he couldn’t help but feel a surge of excitement and curiosity. Inside lay a treasure trove of healing manuals, sent by his aunt to aid him on his journey to become a powerful healer.
1… 2… 3… 10… 13.
Thirteen manuals greeted his eager eyes, each with a black and gold lining. One by one, Kent began taking them and placing them on the table. He checked the contents of each manual before keeping them aside in order.
Among the thirteen, five were dedicated to the revered 33 Divine Needle Technique, five more delved into the art of potion making, and three focused on combat healing techniques.
Kent’s heart raced at the sight of the combat healing manual, which specifically contained arrow spells. The method of making each physical arrow spell is clearly mentioned for each arrow spell.
But it was the three handwritten manuals that piqued Kent’s interest the most. Despite being used, they were meticulously annotated, with corrections and insights scribbled in the margins. Kent traced his fingers over the small lines of text.
“It seems like these are my aunt’s personal writings. Thank God, it saves a lot of time.” Kent muttered, separating the three handwritten manuals. Among the three, two are advanced potion-making techniques, and one is the divine needle technique.
Setting the tower of manuals aside, Kent’s attention shifted to the storage ring resting in the corner of the royal delivery.
With a quick flick of his wrist, he accessed its contents. After one look, he understood that the storage ring is custom-made to hold all the necessary tools for potion making.
Golden cauldrons of various sizes gleamed in the dim light, arranged with precision.
In the center stood a towering human fire pit, crowned by an attached cauldron bearing the inscription “Phoenix Flame” in elegant sword calligraphy.
“What the hell!”
Kent’s eyes widened in awe as he marvelled at the sheer size of the cauldron, wondering at the process of extracting potions from such a magnificent vessel. For a long time, Kent’s gaze lingered all around the phenix flame cauldron.
He saw a seed of violet coloured fire glowing at the bottom of the fire pit in a phenix flame. Even though he was curious to know what it was, he saved his urges for later and moved onto the small things arranged in the corner that were used in hand-cast healing.
His gaze then fell upon the thirty-three golden hollow needles, each one carefully arranged and etched with a different name. Kent leaned in closer, studying the intricate details with fascination.
“These are really beautiful.” Kent muttered in a weak tone, feeling excited to use them in reality.
Finally, he retrieved the letter tucked inside the box, a three-page missive letter penned by his aunt. With eager anticipation, Kent devoured her words, absorbing her guidance on where to begin his training and how to proceed.
Along with the books and tools, his aunt had also sent a generous supply of herbs and rare materials, ensuring that he had everything he needed to embark on his journey as a healer.
Exclamations of delight escaped Kent’s lips as he stared at the amount of herbs and rare materials inside the emerald green coloured ring.
By the time he finished arranging things, the guardian sun had fallen on the western front. With a sigh, he kept everything aside and got prepared to leave for the rising sun.
Because of Zambu and Fire Lotus, he didn’t find any time to practice the five arrows shown by peak master Porus. Wondering how Porus would react to his fake excuses, Kent locked the door and mounted his Fire Kirin.
But before leaving, he went to Sophia’s residence, which is very close to him. After leaving Kent on the first day, she didn’t come again. Even though she should have demonstrated to Kent about basic potion making, she didn’t visit Kent.
Wondering what might have happened, Kent reached her residence. But to his disappointment, the doors were locked.
With a sigh, Kent turned around and left towards the rising sun peak under the clock of darkness.
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Note: Thank you @Jan_Saalfeld_8041 for unlocking privilege chapters.
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