Treating a Magic Plant Curse

Anglu and Aixi were dumbfounded. Insignificant?

A minor curse?

Even Anglong, Lilith's Cottage's Wizard Seed specializing in Potions, had refused to get involved with this curse, fearing that it would consume too many resources for too little return.

Even at the Blood Curse Court's Curse Spell Research Institute, it should have ranked among the more notable cases.

Even if no Wizard Apprentice could break this curse within the next five years, that would have been perfectly normal.

After Locke went up to the second floor, Anglu and Aixi exchanged a glance, both filled with uncertainty. For some reason, they felt that Locke seemed different from before.

The two immediately followed him upstairs.

Locke found the patient in his office.

Along the way, the Assistant Potion Makers who usually worked on the second floor seemed afraid that trouble would find them. One by one, they hid inside their offices, deliberately avoiding Locke and not daring to meet him.

When Locke entered his office, he found the First-Class Wizard Apprentice lying on the sickbed, his face pale. The Sword Orchid Magic Plant on his left hand had become deeply fused with both his hand and his heart because of the Magic Plant Curse.

Their mana had become entwined, impossible to separate.

Moreover, Corrosive Marsh Gas, a negative-energy spell from the Marsh Boar Mountain Lord, still clung to the man's body, making the situation even more complicated.

The Marsh Boar Mountain Lord was a magical creature at the level of a First-Class Wizard Apprentice.

It possessed innate Mental Power equivalent to more than three hundred points. Around five years after reaching adulthood, it would automatically form a Magic Pressure structure around its soul.

It was an extremely troublesome magical creature.

Information on the uses of this creature flashed through Locke's mind. Alchemists and