"What are you talking about? You'll cry later, Quylla and Yurial need our help."
She pointed at the two youths, laying on their beds. Their uniforms were torn up in multiple spots, showing the signs of a lost fight. Their skin was deadly pale, their breath was short and shallow.
"Those idiots actually ran to get to the house, almost getting killed. They should have Blinked, just like us!" At those words, Lith and Phloria became beet red from embarrassment. In the heat of the moment, they had completely forgotten about the spell, relying by instinct on much cruder methods to escape.
"I already closed their wounds, but I can't give them any more life force without endangering myself. They need your help, Lith."
Lith nodded, chanting the spell and using Invigoration at the same time to check his companions' conditions. The situation was more dire than Friya believed. Not only was their life force fading away, but also some kind of toxin was attacking their mana cores.
Lith was shocked by the discovery, the god of death was supposed to be a fake mage. He neutralized the toxin, extracting it from their bodies before injecting part of his life force. Their breathing immediately became regular, their complexion healthy.
Friya was about to ask about the liquid floating over Lith's hand when someone knocked on the door.
"Is there any injured here? I'm Professor Vastor, let me in please."
Professor Vastor was still as round and bald as an egg, his waxed handlebar mustaches were still flawless despite the sweat running from his head.
"Oh gods, not my precious stars!" He rushed to the beds as soon as he recognized his students. Only after performing a complete check up, Vastor sighed in relief, sitting on a bed to catch his breath.
"Great job removing the toxins, guys. Most people would miss it until it's too late. Those goddamned undead freaks. Only a madman would create such creatures. Too dangerous and wasteful." His comments left them speechless, but only for a second.Find authorized novels in ReadNovelFull，faster updates, better experience，Please click www.ReadNovelFull.com for visiting.
"Who cares for their efficiency!" Phloria yelled. "Are Quylla and Yurial going to be all right?"
"What the heck happened?" Friya joined the fray. "Wasn't the attack supposed to happen only during the anniversary?"
"Can I keep the toxin?" Lith chimed in, storing half of it in his pocket dimension, just in case. "I would only use it for research purposes. I promise."
- "I wish I had a body to bash your head right now."– Solus scolded him.
The girls glared at him, clearly sharing Solus's outrage.
Vastor laughed out loud, dissolving the tension.
"Yes, of course they are all right. Otherwise I wouldn't be so calm. As for your other questions, I only have bad news. First, every time the god of death changes his target, he launches probing attacks before the anniversary. Consider today's invasion as a rehearsal.
Otherwise we wouldn't have moved so far in advance. I wonder how he managed to find us that quickly."
"That was just probing?" Phloria felt weak in the knees.
Vastor nodded.
"Well, yeah. Those are hardly greater undead. No magical powers, limited intelligence, no strategy at all. They simply swarmed the camp to test our defenses and reaction time. As for you, mister Lith, my answer is a no.
"One hundred points for extracting the toxin in such an unaltered state. The alchemists will wet themselves in excitement when they see it." Vastor's eyes shined like a kid unwrapping his Christmas present while storing the toxin in an alchemic vial.
"It was a group effort." Lith said, hoping to quench the three girls' anger.
- "Nice try, Scrooge. I don't buy it." Solus pouted. –
"Then one hundred points to each of you." Vastor said, too happy to even bother to remember that Phloria wasn't part of the Healer specialization.
Phloria and Friya smiled, accompanying the Professor to the door. One could never get enough points.
- "Two out of three is still a good result." Lith thought. –
"Jerk!" They said to Lith in unison as soon as the door was closed.
"Girls, the rooms aren't soundproof for security reasons. Wait for me to get away before beating him." Vastor yelled.
- "Or not."–