The Savior Ye Wei'an

Following this, the surviving guards began clearing the battlefield under Cain's command.

They dragged the scattered bandit corpses to a clearing by the road, roughly stripped them of any leather armor still in decent condition, and confiscated their weapons.

Four or five pack horses abandoned by the bandits wandered in the distance; some guards rounded them up and tethered them to the caravan's horses.

The remains of fallen comrades were laid out as neatly as possible, while the wounded were gathered near the carriages for centralized care.

However, given the civilization level of this world, without a cleric or druid, most of the severely wounded faced only one outcome: death.

Some knelt on the ground, fruitlessly pressing against wounds that had long ceased bleeding; others tore their own shirts, clumsily attempting to bandage them. Suppressed sobbing drifted from one spot, where a young guard held his dying comrade, his voice choking as he repeated, "Hold on... please, just hold on..."

"Young... Young Master...?" A cautious voice came from the direction of the carriage.

Ye Wei'an turned his head to see Ailian poking half her body out from behind the carriage door, looking him up and down as if trying to confirm whether he was injured.

"I'm fine." Ye Wei'an patted his chest to signal he was unscathed.

Only then did Ailian heave a sigh of relief, gently lifting her skirt as she stepped down from the carriage. She looked at the busy, gruesome scene around her, especially the painful state of the wounded guards, and her hands unconsciously clenched her hem, her eyes filled with unbearable pity.

"Young Master," she whispered, her voice laced with pleading, "I... may I help take care of the wounded? I learned a bit of bandaging from the matron before..."

Ye Wei'an nodded. "Go ahead, be careful."

"Thank you, Young Master!" As if granted a pardon, Ailian immediately found a stack of white cloth from the carriage and trotted toward the area where the wounded were gathered.

Watching this scene, Ye Wei'an remembered that his experience points were full.

He recalled that leveling up as a [Spellfire Sorcerer] would grant healing spells.

He hesitated no longer and sank his consciousness into the system.

[Experience points have reached the threshold (764/600).]

[Your level has increased. Please select a class to level up.]

He chose [Spellfire Sorcerer] once again.

[Your Spellfire Sorcerer level has increased to 3.]

[You have mastered class spells: Cure Wounds, Spellfire Bolt, Spellfire Flare, Spellfire Ray, Lesser Restoration.]

[You have gained a new feat.]

[You have gained two optional spells.]

For a Spellfire Sorcerer, level three was a minor qualitative change.

Not only could he now use second-circle spells, but he had also mastered several spellfire spells all at once.

He quickly sorted through the new spells flooding his mind:

[Cure Wounds]: A 1st-circle spell that restores vitality to the wounded through touch—exactly the ability most urgently needed right now.

[Spellfire Bolt]: A 1st-circle spell that condenses an energy bolt possessing both fire and radiant damage for a ranged projectile attack.

[Spellfire Flare]: A 1st-circle spell that summons a spellfire energy burst that ignores cover; it can be cast at higher circles to summon more bursts, capable of attacking multiple targets simultaneously.

[Spellfire Ray]: A 2nd-circle spell that can fire three spellfire rays to attack one or multiple targets.

[Lesser Restoration]: A 2nd-circle spell that can remove various common negative statuses, such as paralysis, poisoning, or exhaustion.

In short, these new spells not only filled his healing gap but also greatly enriched his offensive repertoire.

With this, his optional spells could focus on utility.

For his two optional spells, Ye Wei'an chose the 2nd-circle [Alter Self] and [Misty Step].

[Misty Step]: You are briefly shrouded in silvery mist and teleport to an unoccupied space you can see within 10 meters.

[Alter Self]: You can change your form, choosing one of three effects: Aquatic Adaptation, Change Appearance, or Natural Weapons.

Aquatic Adaptation: Grow gills and webbed digits. You can breathe underwater and gain enhanced swimming ability.

Change Appearance: You can customize your appearance, including height, weight, facial details, voice, hair length, skin color, and even mimic other races (though you do not gain racial abilities), but the range of change cannot be too drastic.

Natural Weapons: You can grow attack organs, such as claws, fangs, horns, or hooves; the damage dealt by these organs is influenced by your primary attribute.

[Misty Step] was equivalent to teleportation and was a highly practical life-saving magic.

The uses for [Alter Self] were vast; whether for infiltration, disguise, or emergency combat, it was useful in every situation—truly an essential spell for home, travel, and "taking care of business."

For his feat, he chose [Actor].

[Actor]: Your Charisma +1. You are harder to detect when disguised as others, and you can mimic the sounds made by other creatures, including speech.

Combined with the "Change Appearance" effect of [Alter Self], this feat would allow for a near-perfect disguise.

He chose this skill combination because he estimated he might find it useful in the future.

The upgrade finished, and Ye Wei'an shifted his gaze from the internal system interface back to the wounded before him.

Looking at the heavily injured guards, Ye Wei'an quickly estimated his remaining power.

He had consumed quite a few 1st-circle spell slots in the previous battle; fortunately, leveling up also had the ability to restore his state.

"Gather everyone who is severely wounded and bring them here." He pointed to a relatively clean patch of ground beside the carriage and issued the order.

Several guards who were tending to their comrades hesitated upon hearing this.

A veteran with a scarred face couldn't help but speak up: "Young Master, they are severely wounded. Moving them carelessly, I fear..."

"Do as the Young Master says!" The voice of Knight Cain suddenly rang out, cutting the veteran off.

The knight stepped forward, his gaze sweeping over the group with stern intensity: "Have you forgotten Young Master Ye Weian Xiaxing's display just now? The Young Master is a powerful mage; he naturally has his reasons for saying this. All you need to do is execute his orders!"

With their direct superior issuing a strict command, the guards dared not disobey and began to carefully transport their critically injured comrades.

Soon, the six severely wounded men were laid out before Ye Weian. Some had their abdomens sliced open, others had broken arrow shafts protruding from their chests, and the rest were all pale-faced with shallow, labored breathing. The one with the abdominal wound was especially close to death; had the guards been any rougher while moving him, he likely would have breathed his last on the spot.

In truth, Ye Weian was acting out of sheer necessity.

After promoting to level three, he possessed a total of four 1st-level spell slots, which meant he could cast Cure Wounds at most four times.

Yet, there were six severely wounded men waiting for treatment.

This was where the benefits of metamagic techniques became apparent: Twinned Spell allowed a single-target spell to affect two targets.

However, Cure Wounds was a touch spell that required physical contact to trigger.

To touch two wounded men simultaneously, Ye Weian had no choice but to have them gathered together.

Under the nervous and expectant gazes of the crowd, Ye Weian crossed his hands and chanted the incantation.

"Cure Wounds."

Hum—

Soft white light, intermingled with blue flames, gathered between his palms.

Next, he began to channel the metamagic technique Twinned Spell.

The Spellfire suddenly grew larger, then split in two, wrapping around each of his hands.

When Ye Weian touched the two wounded men with his Spellfire-wreathed hands, a stir went through the watching guards.

The scene of Spellfire igniting flesh did not occur.

The power that should have been destructive now transformed into a healing light of life, seeping into the bodies of the two wounded men.

The healing effect was immediate.

The torn flesh stopped bleeding and knit together at a speed visible to the naked eye, while the arrowheads embedded in their bodies were slowly pushed out by newly formed tissue.

The color quickly returned to the paper-white face of the man on the right, and his weak, intermittent breathing became steady and strong.

Most astonishing of all was the guard on the left, whose abdomen had been nearly sliced open; not only had his wound completely healed, but he was even propping himself up on his elbows, attempting to sit up!

"By the grace of Lathander, the Morninglord..." one of the watching guards whispered.

"It's a miracle, Gareth, it's a miracle! You're saved!" another cried out in joy.

"Long live Young Master Ye Weian!"

As the first guard blurted it out, the others followed suit in unison!

"Long live Young Master Ye Weian!"

In the eyes of the guards, Ye Weian was now no different from a savior.

[Name: Ye Weian Xiaxing]
[Level]: LV.3 (314/1800)
[Race]: Human
[Class]: Spellfire Sorcerer
[Background]: Noble
[Attributes]: Strength 10, Dexterity 11, Constitution 11, Intelligence 13, Wisdom 11, Charisma 18
[Spellfire Energy]: 3
[Feats]: Magic Absorption, War Caster, Telepathy, Actor
[Metamagic]: Twinned Spell, Quickened Spell
[Spells]: 0-level Cantrips--Spellfire Flame, Light, Minor Illusion, Prestidigitation, True Strike, Four Symbols Method, Mage Hand, Charm Person
1st-level Spells (4/4)--Mage Armor, Silver Light Sharp Tongue, Grease, Shield, Cure Wounds, Spellfire Bolt, Spellfire Flare
2nd-level Spells (3/3)--Detect Thoughts, Spellfire Ray, Lesser Restoration, Alter Self, Misty Step