Plan 2

Henry hurried forward with a respectful expression. Already past middle age, he had long since gone bald, his body covered in fat and his face gleaming with oil. From appearances alone, he had long lost the air he once possessed when he had struggled and studied as a mage.

"You've arrived, Mage Mafaria." His tone carried a natural trace of fawning, utterly unconcerned by the vast difference in their ages.

He knew that the youth before him was no ordinary figure, but a powerful genius mage who could stand alongside those legendary innate bloodlines and higher races.

This was a future big shot at the very top, a powerful being who might even establish an entire family lineage of his own.

So there was nothing shameful about lowering his attitude a little.

Seeing Henry being so humble, the two charming female apprentices beside him also quickly lowered their heads in respectful greeting.

Lin Sheng nodded casually, leaning on the black metal staff in his hand as he slowly walked toward the lakeside.

"You said earlier that you'd run into some trouble. Tell me about it."

Count Verli had already given him a heads-up beforehand, so Lin Sheng did not beat around the bush and brought it up directly.

Mage Henry hurriedly followed him.

"It's like this. Recently, many powerful figures from various shrines have been passing through this area on their way to the Rampaging Forest, so public security has actually been much better than usual.

"However, over the past few days, a rather troublesome strange illness has suddenly appeared in the territory."

"A strange illness?"

"Yes, an acute disease I named Withering Disease. Once someone is found to be infected, within two hours at most, they rapidly waste away. Then, all the blood in their body seems to vanish