Epic Of The Demonic Sage

The junior healer hesitated for a second but managed to build up his courage to speak.

“I read about certain artifacts that the smaller kingdoms in the south make. They are single use artifacts that break after activation. These artifacts are made from special rune crystals.

They are taken from certain suicidal Rune beasts such as the Exploding Dung Beetle. If one combines this with other rune crystal such as a transformation rune crystal, perhaps an effect such as that on Young Lord Keith can be achieved.” The Junior healer explained.

“This…” the senior healers didn’t know what to think of it.

They weren’t really that knowledgeable about rune crystal and rune beasts, not to mention artifacts. Even the few rune beasts they did know about were those that were important to their field.

Head Healer Berk though furrowed his brows and rubbed his chin. His beard rustled under his hand as he thought about the viability of the Junior healer’s words. Lucius himself was wondering the same thing.

Lucius knew that an artifact could have more than one rune crystal used in its creation. But such artifacts were usually of a higher rank than most and were also complex to make. He couldn’t understand why someone would make a self destructive weapon and waste the cost.

‘Unless of course, they can afford it, or the materials themself are cheap.’ Lucius thought.

“This Exploding Dung Beetle you talked about… what rank rune beast is it?” Lucius questioned, unable to recall any information about it.

“Umm, I think it’s a D Rank Rune beast.” The junior healer replied.

“Hmm… and what rank would a transformation gift like this would be at?” Lucius asked further.

“At the C rank, I suppose?” The Junior healer replied.

Expression of understanding dawned on the faces of the other healers as they came to the same conclusion as Lucius.

“You idiot! Do you really think anyone would be dumb enough to make an artifact with a C rank rune crystal that self-destructs after one use?” A senior healer who felt pissed the most spoke.

This junior healer was actually a student under him and him speaking out like this was embarrassing to not only himself but also his teacher. To the senior healer, the junior healer was dragging his name and reputation through the mud in front of Head Healer Berk.

“See? Even young Lord Asher who is not an Artificer can understand a simple thing like this and you can’t.” Another Senior healer chimed in.

The junior healer only felt his face go pale as he regretted ever speaking. He felt that he was too enthusiastic about his own knowledge and wanted to prove himself in front of the head healer. Everyone in the hospital knew that whoever could become a student of Head Healer Berk would have a successful life.

Had it not been for the fact that the senior healers still had a lot to learn from Head Healer Berk, they would have long since taken up the many offers they got from the nobles to become their personal healers.

Some of the more outstanding ones were even asked by the kingdom itself to join their Royal Court as the official healers. Head Healer Berk did not mind that his students were being poached by many people and was actually satisfied with it.

To him, as long as they were doing their job and healing people, he would have succeeded in having done his job. Being a true healer not only meant helping the injured and the sick but also training other new healers into becoming proficient.

This way more people could be helped by the healer. This was the code by which the healer’s guild went by and it was written in their code of ethics. Even if a healer was not part of the guild and was independent, they would still follow the code as not doing so would result in them being boycotted.

While these codes were not absolute rules and no punishment would come upon them by the law enforcement, they would still be persecuted by the masses and would not be able to work for long.

But while the senior healers were mocking the junior healer and his other fellow junior healers were rejoicing due to the mistake of their companion, Lucius was thinking something completely else.

‘This man is actually good. Thinking like this is unusual for most people of this time I suppose. But for modern times and greater development, we need creative thinkers.’ Lucius thought to himself.

Lucius made a mental note to himself and felt like he was done here for now.

“Head healer Berk I think we’ll take out leave now,” Lucius spoke.

Head Healer Berk who was in a daze, thinking about the possible reasons behind Keith’s condition snapped out of it and looked at Lucius.

“Oh? You’re leaving already?” the man asked.

“Yes, it is actually late for me and I was supposed to return to Inanis city yesterday itself.” Lucius repelled. “Beside… I still have certain things to take care of,” Lucius added while looking at Bethany.

Head healer Berk followed Lucius’s gaze and recognized the girl standing at the back shyly. He had already heard of all that had happened earlier at the Harrels mansion and knew that the main reason behind this whole fiasco could be said to be Bethany herself.

~Sigh~

He simply shook his head and decided that it wall all too much for his old bones to bother with.

“Sure, Young Lord Asher. Please have a safe journey.” Head Healer Berk stated.

Lucius nodded his head and turned around to leave the room. While Lucius felt interested in Keith and wanted to know what would happen to him later, he knew it was not the right time for him.

Once the Viscount arrived, things were bound to get difficult and he did not want to encounter more trouble.

‘I’ll get more opportunities to examine its effects anyway. Besides… Keith will probably a shackle for Viscount for a while now.’ Lucius thought to himself.