"What a lucky bastard!" Yun Feng looked at Adolf Heinrich with a hint of envy. The odds of one's origin being infused with Light Divine Power were absurdly low, yet Adolf Heinrich had actually survived! He had successfully endured it.
"Compared to those charlatans, you'll be far more legitimate than them from now on!" Yun Feng nodded solemnly. Most priests serving temples and gods could not use something as advanced as a Divine Word Spell, yet a Sage who believed in elemental truth could use one... It was undeniably ironic.
"Give him some potions already. If this drags on, I feel like this guy's going to die!" Roland's nose nearly twisted out of shape in irritation. Only after listening to Yun Feng explain it for so long did he realize how dangerous Adolf Heinrich's Grand Forbidden Spell had been! After all, there was no such thing as backlash in the game!
"How could that be? He needs to slowly recover from the damage to his soul and origin himself. There's nothing I can do about that. The kingdom's conditions are limited, after all—we still can't formulate potions that heal soul and origin damage!" Yun Feng shook his head, first denying that Adolf Heinrich was about to die before explaining that the kingdom lacked the foundation to support the production of such potions.
"Then what do we do?" Roland narrowed his eyes. They could not let a Sixth Tier Sage become crippled, could they? Flowing City already had Adilai, a half-dead old man, lying around. Though the old man was also a hero, Roland did not dare call on him. If he went out, it truly would be his final battle!
"Let him lie there and recover. He'll be fine after a few months!" Yun Feng shot Roland a glance.
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