Fang Zheng entered the hospital room and the first person he saw was Heine, chatting merrily with his sister.
"Yo, how are you feeling?"
"Ah, Lord Fang Zheng."
Upon seeing Fang Zheng, Heine hurriedly sat up respectfully.
"Everything is normal. The doctor said I could try getting out of bed in another day."
Just as they had discussed before, after consulting with Fiore, Heine had agreed to let the Istari Family join the Thousand Tree Clan. Naturally, he had come personally to the Thousand Tree Clan headquarters in the Far East, where he had met Fang Zheng after he returned to his original form. Upon seeing Fang Zheng, Heine had agreed to the invitation almost without hesitation—after all, having a Magus to rely on was a rare opportunity for any magus.
It was for this reason that Heine had persuaded the Istari Family. In truth, the family had no other options. Their Magic Crest had mutated into something like cancer; whoever it was transplanted into would have their life force drained away. Under such circumstances, the Istari Family's Magic Crest was practically useless. And everyone in the Istari Family knew perfectly well how a magecraft family without a Magic Crest would be treated.
Thus, unwilling though they were, they had no choice but to follow Heine's advice, relocate the family to the Far East, and join the Thousand Tree Clan. Anything was better than falling into complete decline.
Fang Zheng had personally repaired Heine's body. Since the Magic Crest had been mutated for too long and the differing Flow of Time made things troublesome, Fang Zheng had simply cut off the leg that had been eroded by the Magic Crest, then used the Third Magic to make him a new one... Well, it counted as an experiment too.
"That's good.