Although it had nothing to do with friendliness or mutual benefit, the medical environment Diteben received here with Punk was indeed far superior to the crude castle temporarily requisitioned by the Plague Box.
For example, he was currently in Idle Laboratory No. 3 of the Morningstar Magic Tower. It contained metal experiment tables forged from alchemical alloys, as well as all kinds of magic arrays capable of producing various effects. Fine magic runes stretched from the floor to the ceiling, while the clean, brilliant spell lights could even dispel every trace of shadow lingering in the laboratory.
However, poor Mr. Thunderstorm had no chance to appreciate what a truly powerful mage's laboratory looked like. In the hazy, chaotic darkness, Diteben—whose periods of wakefulness were decreasing by the day—had fallen asleep once again.
"Alright, Plague Box. I have a few questions for you next."
Though he spoke expressionlessly, Punk's hands did not pause in the slightest. After adjusting the magic tower's energy configuration, he placed one Alchemy Tool after another onto the metal tray beside the experiment table. His surgical manner, brimming with the air of a "professional," made him look like a composed physician with abundant medical experience.
However, Keishanoa, who stood nearby and watched the caster with admiration and curiosity in her eyes, probably had no idea that this Bright Moon Mage, who appeared so calm and unruffled before her, was actually attempting magical surgery to "save someone" for the first time.
The reason Whisper of Destruction inspected the tools and arrays so carefully was not merely conscientiousness. A large part of it was because he truly lacked confidence when it came to "treating illnesses and saving lives"...
"When did Thunderstorm find you? Why did he know where you lived?"
Clang!
Accompanied by a crisp metallic tremor, the Soul