"All right, sorry to trouble you." Zeliel put away the ancient book.
Although his hopes had fallen through, he had still gained something. At the very least, he could confirm one thing—the origins of this ancient book were far more mysterious than he had imagined.
"Shall we find Marcus and the others to pick up a quest?" Zeliel suggested.
"Let's go." Vales slung his longbow over his back.
Adventurers' Association.
It was as lively inside as ever, and Zeliel was starting to fall in love with the atmosphere.
Fortunately, he was not one of those rigid mages who needed to meditate every day to grow stronger. Adventure was what made things interesting.
Marcus and Gray were equally surprised to see Zeliel moving about freely. When they learned that a mage had healed him, their surprise turned into undisguised envy.
For adventurers like them, who lived with their blades at their throats, getting injured was a serious problem.
If it was not a particularly severe injury, they could rely on the restorative power granted by the Heart of Qi and get some treatment at a clinic, then slowly recover on their own. It was just a difficult process.
But if it was a serious injury that could leave them crippled, then unless they had enough savings to hire an Enchantment School mage specifically to treat them, they could basically say goodbye to the adventurer's life for the rest of their days.
And most adventurers did not have that kind of money.
Take Gak, for instance. He was still bedridden, recovering from his injuries.
"Sigh... In my next life, I want to be a mage too." Gray dragged out his words, his face full of longing.
"Easy. Get drunk, lie down in the depths of Graywood Forest, and sleep. When you