“Your steward is a wizard?” Wizard Yveline asked in shock.

“Yeah, I am keeping an intermediate wizard with me!” It wasn’t easy to explain where Bartoli came from, so Abel just kept it simple.

“An intermediate wizard as a steward. Only a Grandmaster like you could do a scary thing like this!” Wizard Murphy said from the silence.

Abel didn’t want to lie to his teacher and the wizards, so he quickly changed the topic and took out the Healing potion, “Her condition is a little bit special. After I told her she could stay here, she just decided she wanted to be my steward. Anyways Wizard Yveline, this is the gold Healing potion teacher was talking about!”

Wizard Yveline gratefully accepted the potion with his two shaking hands. To him, this potion signified hope. As a wizard, he knew how rare a gold potion was. On top of that, he also heard from Wizard Morton that Abel’s were much more powerful than any other ones.

“Wizard Yveline, you can use it here!” Abel suggested. He didn’t want anyone to see this gold Healing potion, so the sooner Wizard Yveline used it, the less trouble he would have.

“Yveline, Abel is right. The mana here is pretty good. It’s just like a magic tower, so just drink it here.” Wizard Morton suggested. He thought that it was safer to take such a high-value potion sooner as well. Also, Abel was a Grandmaster Blacksmith, so if this didn’t work, he could ask Abel to find another way.

Wizard Yveline picked up the gold Healing potion and carefully opened the lid. The golden liquid inside swirled around, shimmering. It truly reflected how precious it was.

He had been a rank 6 wizard for 10 years. Back in the days, in his early twenties, he had lost all hope after an injury. If he didn’t have the support of good friends such as Wizard Morton and Wizard Murphy, maybe he wouldn’t even have the courage to keep living.

Now, he had hope in his hands. He had a strong intuition that as long as he drank the Healing potion down, all his injuries would be recovered.

He had never come so close to hope before. He tried to seek out countless remedies, and it had cost him a large amount of wealth and resources, but one by one, they all turned into disappointments.

Thoughts began to emerge in Wizard Yveline’s head. He gave it a little shake to clear it out. By this point, he only had one mission, and that was to pour this gold Healing potion in his mouth and wait.

He tilted his head back and poured the golden liquid into his mouth. Before he could even taste the bitterness of the potion, a wave of warmth arose within him and soon engulfed his body. This warmth was like countless little hands massaging his body.

All of the hidden injuries in his body began to relax against this warm wave. It was slowly getting better. He thought he would never heal in this life, but it was working.

Wizard Yveline’s face was at peace. At that moment, he felt like he was inside his mother’s womb again. Spiritually and physically, he had never felt this peaceful before.

To Wizard Yveline, this recovery felt extremely long.

But to Abel, Wizard Morton, and Wizard Murphy, only half an hour had passed until Wizard Yveline’s skin was covered in the dark color sweat that was excluded from his body. Soon, waves of pungent smell began to sift out from his robe.

These were the toxins left over by the countess potions Wizard Yveline had been taking all these years, but by this point, the powerful golden potion was combined through the Horadric Cube. Its effect was unlike anything that he had used before.

Abel didn’t even need to examine, and he knew the potion was working. Wizard Yveline’s face was filled with smiles, smiles that came from within.

“Yveline, it’s been a long time. Abel, thank you so much!” Said Wizard Morton looking at Wizard Yveline in gratitude.

“Teacher, there’s no need to be so polite!” Abel replied with a smile.

Wizard Yveline opened his eyes. He examined the freshness of his body with his power of the will. He had never felt so relieved; it was like he had been reborn again.

“Eh, what is all this dirt on my body?” He called, realizing his body was drenched in dirty sweat.

“Wizard Yveline, these are all the toxins left over by all the healing potions you’ve used. Now, they have all been expelled. In the future, any potion you take will have as much effect as the first time you use them!” Abel explained. He was an expert on this.

Wizard Yveline touched himself with his finger and quickly said, “Abel, do you have a place I can clean myself? I can’t see anyone looking like this!”

Since no servants could come in here and Bartoli was in the restaurant, Abel led Wizard Yveline to the guest bathroom.

Luckily Wizard Yveline had some clothes in his portal bag. After half an hour of cleaning, he stepped out like a new man.

Wizard Morton and Wizard Murphy were waiting patiently outside of the bathroom. They were excited to hear about Wizard Yveline’s rebirth experience. Abel did the same as he quietly stood next to Wizard Morton.

“My Yveline is alive!” Wizard Morton stepped up and huge Wizard Yveline, the moment he stepped out.

“I wanted to hug you sooner, but you were just too dirty!” Wizard Murphy stepped up and joined the hug. All three of the wizards were overwhelmed with emotions.

Abel never knew his teacher Wizard Morton, Wizard Yveline, and Wizard Murphy, were such good friends. Wizards wouldn’t even relax their defense most of the time, let alone hug people. They would only hug people who they trusted their life with.

“I feel like I can level up soon. I’ll catch up to you guys!” Said Wizard Yveline with a heart full of confidence.

“That’s my Yveline. He is back !” Said Wizard Morton with a big laugh. Wizard Yveline was a young genius. He had become an official wizard at a young age. Since now he had healed his injuries, leveling up was just a matter of time.

“Teacher, Wizard Yveline, Wizard Murphy. Let’s find a better place to talk. Come to my office!” Abel suggested from the side.

Abel was right. The bathroom really wasn’t a good place to talk. The 4 of them returned to the office once again.

“Teacher, I heard you have successfully become a rank 12 wizard. As your disciple, I prepared a gift for you!” said Abel as he took out a magic staff he just made from his portal bag and handed it to Wizard Morton.

“Morton, this is a magic staff by a Grandmaster Blacksmith. Quickly take a look at its attributes!” Said Wizard Murphy with a heart full of curiosity.

“Yes, yes. Let’s see If Abel had given you the right gift. Both me and Murphy know which spell you are best at!” Said Wizard Yveline with a smile.

Wizard Morton held the magic staff in his hand. This thing was brand new. It was wrapped in a tightly drawn pattern, which gave it the perfect grip. The top of the magic staff had a delicate yellow gem tightly held in place by a few luxurious gold stems until it could barely be seen.

“Abel, this magic staff is made with that famous spirit and magic gem infused technique of yours, right? It’s my pleasure to see it in real life!” Wizard Morton exclaimed in admiration.

“Huh?” Suddenly Wizard Morton felt an immensely strong connection with this magic staff. Normally this feeling would only occur when the attributes of the magic staff had corresponded very well with the attribute of its user.