"Moon" Emlyn fell into deep thought. The Sanguine were a Beyonder race with decent combat abilities. Even an adult Sanguine was a Sequence 7 Beyonder skilled in battle.
But he himself was merely an ordinary Sanguine with a few hobbies, not someone skilled in combat.
The fiercest battle he had ever experienced was when Father Utravsky had imprisoned him in the Harvest Cathedral's basement.
...And in a place like Backlund, wanted criminals were not so easy to find either. Those with high bounties could not be found, while those with low bounties were too troublesome and yielded little reward.
Did he really have to go out to sea and hunt pirates?
No, that was too troublesome, and pirates were not without powerful individuals.
Noticing Emlyn's conflicted expression, Cyril chuckled. "I can provide loan services. A Sequence 6 Potions Professor is still a very worthwhile investment."
After a slight pause, his gaze swept across the people seated on both sides of the mottled long table before he added, "The potions brewed by a Potions Professor are like mystical items without Beyonder Characteristics, except they have a certain shelf life."
"For them, even terminal illnesses would not be difficult to cure."
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Miss "Justice" sit up a little straighter. Although he could not make out her expression through her blurred figure, Cyril had already imagined her eyes lighting up.
Audrey looked toward "Moon" Emlyn across from her, her thoughts stirring. A Potions Professor? It sounded somewhat like a stronger, more formidable Apothecary.
If the Tarot Club had a Potions Professor, it would mean that we, as well as those around us, would no longer be troubled by illness.
Although Earl Hall's residence had professional nutritionists and doctors, Father, Mother, and the others were all ordinary