I was an apprentice in Ferren

Chapter 186: Recuperation
In the medical room on the fourth floor of the academy, Sophie, Morning Star, and a few others were having a heated discussion while looking at DuPont, who was sleeping soundly on the hospital bed.

“There’s no good way to help him. My medical records from last month showed that DuPont was not in good health. He had suffered a serious brain injury and was only cured after a priest came to his aid.”

"And this guy is obviously quite a troublemaker and also quite unlucky. He went on an adventure and ran into ghouls? Then he fought trolls with paladins, and then encountered vampires. We can't see these things that aren't written in the data."

According to you, he even completed a barbarian wilderness trial last week and was seriously injured. Honestly, it's already absurd that he's alive and kicking after that experience; in fact, just surviving is a blessing from the ladies. It has nothing to do with how much physical strength he has.

"Even an adult would be exhausted from fighting so many battles in a month, not to mention the blood loss and other problems caused by combat. Normally he should have been resting long ago, but probably because of his age, he obviously can't stay still, so he just keeps going back and forth like this."

Moonflower was also by the bedside, but thanks to the protection of the others and her own protective gear, she only suffered minor injuries. After hearing Sophie's explanation, she frowned: "But we also used divine magic to heal her. Normally she should have woken up long ago, but it's been a whole day..."

Sophie shook her head. These high elves were used to abusing magic: "Divine magic does heal very quickly, but it can't heal hidden injuries that aren't covered in the curriculum but actually exist, nor can it make up for the physical strain caused by rapid healing."

"Although his physique is strong, it is clear that he can no longer withstand such torment. After all, he is human, not a troll. The human body's self-healing ability takes time. Obviously, his current situation is that his body's recovery ability can no longer make up for it. His body has been overdrawn to its limit. If this continues, not only will he easily fall into a coma, but because the injuries are too severe, they will hinder his physical growth and prevent him from realizing his potential. He may even shorten his lifespan."

"Of course, these problems are nothing to elves. After all, even if their lifespan is shortened, they can still live for another five or six hundred years with a lifespan of 700 years. But he is just a human. Wait, this data proves that his bloodline seems to have mutated. His blood is unusually vigorous. Even the drow's poison has little effect on him. His resistance to poison is also much stronger than that of normal humans."

Lavoisier took the newly released lab report and confirmed her statement: "This is definitely beyond what a physique can explain. This guy has obviously encountered something. Oh, could it be the blood of a red dragon? This kid has a lot of charisma, so there is indeed a possibility of infection. If this continues, he might awaken some strange and unusual sorcerer bloodline."

Man Shi chuckled upon hearing this: "So this guy is now a mage, barbarian, bard, and warlock all at once? I've heard that even great sages who have lived for thousands of years only have five professions at the same time. How come this guy is so eccentric at only 14 years old?"

“Four. From mage to archmage is a progression, how can this be considered a part-time job?” Lavoisier said, waving his hand. “I’ve looked at the medical report, there’s nothing wrong. Let him go about his business and rest quietly.”

Since the head of the academy has already taken the lead in leaving, the others naturally cannot stay either.

Moonflower glanced at the archmage who had publicly extorted the Drow city-state in today's morning paper, and hesitated to speak to him. She quietly sent a message to Morningstar: "Master, is there anything to worry about now?"

The druid nodded: "His injuries were indeed healed on the spot, but as Sophie just said, the divine magic only healed his wounds, but it will take some time for the lost blood to recover. He is too young and often gets injured, so he can't withstand this kind of ordeal. I'm afraid his vital energy has been damaged."

"He really went through a lot. If it weren't for him, we would have really met with disaster." Moonflower's pupils were still a little unsteady as she spoke of this. How could she forget those violent and tyrannical expressions of the Drow in just one night? She hadn't even had a good rest from yesterday's meditation. And DuPont actually managed to achieve the greatest results against the most dangerous enemy. It was simply a miracle. "Sophie just said that this guy's experiences were all true? Why did he work so hard?"

“I’m poor, after all, not everyone’s career path is planned out so clearly, and they can live a life of ease.” Hearing the druid’s words, Moonflower blushed, but Morningstar wasn’t deliberately targeting her. Families known for their spellcasters are all well-off, and even she herself was far from being an ordinary person.

"If this kid hadn't been so troublesome, he probably wouldn't have had this kind of strength. He would probably have died in this surprise attack long ago and wouldn't have been able to wait for our arrival."

“These drow are really arrogant.” Moonflower said with lingering fear, “There were rumors that drow assassins were responsible for the assassination of my father and brother. Last time, the elven devourer was also summoned and sacrificed by them. These guys are really not giving up. After they die, they will all roll into the abyss and become worms!”

"For these shameless bastards, going to the abyss seems like a good idea. After all, for them, pleasing the evil mother spider is more important than anything else, and that mother spider is on the sixty-sixth floor of the abyss."

The druid handed her a teleportation scroll, saying, "It's only a matter of time before you continue to walk on the ground in public. But since Lavoisier is already preparing to make his move, Harua doesn't need to worry about you for now. If you really encounter danger, it's best to teleport away directly. Otherwise, if you do encounter danger, it won't just be you who will be in trouble."

Moonflower silently accepted the teleportation scroll.

Although the outcome was good, she had already been scolded by her mother for this matter, so she naturally couldn't say much more: "But does Lord Lavoisier really have the ability to declare war on a Drow city-state? I remember there are quite a few strong individuals among the Drow city-states."

"Of course not, but he's the least of our worries. You know, he never said he'd fight to the death. He has no weaknesses and no worries about the rear. If the war really starts, he can just go down occasionally to cast a few high-level spells and run away. Even with Drow's cunning and treacherous nature, what good can he do?"

The druid chuckled. Lavoisier was famous for his new spell system, but he was notoriously despicable and shameless during his time as an adventurer: "If you really have the patience to mess with these drow for ten years, killing a few hundred every three to five days, I'm afraid that drow city will become a ghost town in less than a year."

Without the help of other families, for a mere chief drow family to fight a legendary mage like him, who had been renowned for so long, to the death is practically a death sentence.

Upon hearing this, Yuehua couldn't help but feel a pang of longing and whispered, "There are also legendary mages on Yongju Island, why don't they do the same?"

"Silly child, Lavoisier can do this because he has no weaknesses and is incredibly powerful. Not to mention, he has the Kingdom of Harua behind him. Even if it were a real battle with the gods behind him, how could the Spider Queen possibly compete with the Lady of Mysteries? And if the legendary mages of Evergrande do the same, then the Drow are not without their own legends. If they also follow suit and cause trouble for Evergrande, wouldn't we all end up being wiped out together?"

"Huh?" Moonflower felt something was off: "But Yongju Island is protected by magic locks."

"The Locked City of Song is said to be the crystallization of the wisdom of the high elves and protected by the gods, yet it was still breached by a coalition of monsters, wasn't it?" The druid shook his head: "Not to mention, there's no such thing as guarding against thieves for a thousand days. When it comes to that, it's truly a total war, and at that point, it won't just be one family coming to capture you."

"Aren't we at war with the drow right now?" Moonflower found it hard to believe. "These guys frequently come to the surface to attack elven villages."

“Strictly speaking, this can only be considered harassment,” the druid said with some regret. “Although it is very disrespectful to our fallen comrades, we have no choice but to tolerate this method, since we are in the open while they are in the shadows. Not to mention how difficult it is to go underground to cause trouble for the drow in a completely unfamiliar terrain.”

“Even if the logistics can keep up, the proportion of professionals in the Drow is unusually high due to their harsh living conditions, accounting for about 10-20% of the total population. A city with 30,000 people would have at least 3,000 professionals. How many professionals would die if we went to war with them? They are the backbone of a force, and Yongju Island cannot afford such losses.”

After hearing this, Yuehua stopped talking, but felt it was somewhat absurd.

A lone legendary mage dares to threaten the city of Drow and might even succeed, while the elves, despite having greater strength, can do nothing.

Is this really something that can be explained simply by the fact that he has no flaws?

But when she thought of the faces of those nobles in the council, Moonflower was even less inclined to believe this.

The difference between professionals and non-professionals is vast. Elven nobles may not openly discriminate against ordinary commoners, but they also do not intermarry. In fact, one of her sisters was expelled from the royal family for falling in love with a human who was a low-ranking warrior and giving birth to a half-elf. To this day, she is not even allowed to go home to see her mother.

If a princess of a nation is treated like this, it's simply a fantasy to say they would care about the lives of ordinary people.

So what exactly is the reason?
Before Yuehua could come up with an answer, the druid beside her said, "DuPont is awake." DuPont was awakened by hunger.

His intestines felt twisted and knotted, his throat felt completely parched, and the intense pain caused his tightly closed eyes to snap open abruptly. He sat up in bed and looked around: "Water!"

The crystal glass was handed to him, and DuPont swallowed it in large gulps because of its sweet and fragrant aroma.

Wait, why does this scene look so familiar?

Looking up at the half-elf dressed in a doctor's robe, DuPont couldn't help but touch his nose.

Could he have time-traveled again?
"What are you doing?" Sophie couldn't help but laugh at the sight. "You seem to be in pretty good spirits. It looks like your injuries aren't too serious."

Injuried?

DuPont blinked, memories flooding back.

“Those Drow,” he asked tentatively.

“They were all killed. Even Lavoisier openly extorted money from you, demanding compensation for your nutrition.” Sophie finished speaking and looked at DuPont’s empty belly: “Are you hungry?”

"I'm so hungry, I feel like I could eat a whole cow." DuPont didn't even want to ask about the nutritional supplements when he mentioned this. At this moment, a bowl of hot meat soup was more important than any amount of real money.

But as soon as he tried to get out of bed, he realized he was incredibly weak. If the other person hadn't reacted quickly and helped him up, he would have almost fallen over: "What's wrong with me?"

“It’s Monday today. You’ve been unconscious for a day and a night. The examination shows that you’ve lost too much blood. Of course, the effects of the cyclophosphamide may also be a factor.” Sophie said, pulling out a strangely shaped tomato. “It’s already evening. The cafeteria staff are all off work and probably won’t have time to make you anything fresh. Eat this for now.”

DuPont was immediately displeased: "Professor, you're just trying to fool me with this worthless piece of work after all the fighting I've done? My injuries are worthless."

"What do you mean 'broken persimmon'? These are divine berries from the Divine Berry Spell!" The half-elf was amused and took out several, placing them on the bedside table. "In terms of nutrition and hunger resistance, this stuff is much better than bread. The only downside is that eating too much of it can cause acid reflux and stomach upset, but isn't it perfect for you right now?"

"Ah, this is a divine strawberry?" DuPont was shocked as he looked at the fist-sized fruit. "How can this thing be so big?"

"Divine Berry, divine berry, of course the berries bestowed by the gods are not normal size. Of course, other kinds of fruits can also appear, but I haven't used this divine magic for a long time and I'm a bit rusty. You'll have to make do with this for now."

DuPont looked at the wrinkled berries and lost his appetite. He subconsciously reached for the storage pouch at his waist and was immediately shocked.

“It’s in the bedside table.” The half-elf had anticipated DuPont’s actions. You don’t realize how important a space bag is until you have one, and then you can’t find it. It’s easy to lose all your belongings in there. “And those two you captured, no one has touched them, they’re all in there.”

DuPont rummaged through his spatial bag and found that he hadn't lost anything, but there wasn't much food left. The environment inside the spatial bag could keep things fresh but not keep them warm, and he had already eaten all the fairy desserts he had bought earlier. All that was left were some bread that had hardened like bricks.

Driven by hunger, DuPont picked up the fist-sized berry. One bite revealed its plump, juicy, and perfectly balanced sweet and sour flavor. It was quite delicious, and he finished it off in no time. "It's about the same size as a peach," he remarked.

"Of course, divine berries can't be bad, they just don't last very long. The taste depends on the master's preference." The half-elf was about to say more when there was a knock on the door.

Naturally, it was Chenxing and his companion.

Princess Sophie, the moon elf, was too lazy to pay attention to him, but the druid was her cousin: "He's in pretty good shape, just complaining of being hungry."

“Of course you’re hungry after not eating for so long,” the druid said in a low voice. After a while, he said, “Judy is still awake. She’ll bring you some nutritious soup soon. But your stomach might be a little upset after sleeping for so long, so be careful not to overeat.”

Upon hearing that it was hot food, DuPont put down the third Divine Berry. Who would eat this junk when there's meat to eat?

With something to rely on, DuPont felt much less anxious. He looked at Moonflower and asked, "By the way, how are you all doing?"

"Qi Nawei was seriously injured, but fortunately Master Chenxing knew medical arts and rescued her in time, so her life is not in danger. However, she will probably need a long time to recover. If she doesn't recover well, it may be difficult for her to improve further." Yuehua's eyes dimmed when she mentioned this, but she still forced a smile and said, "You, on the other hand, seem to be in good spirits. It seems like you're not seriously injured?"

"I don't feel very strong, but I guess I'll be fine after a rest."

"You should behave yourself for now," Sophie said, recounting her previous analysis about the bloodline being contaminated, to avoid putting pressure on him.

"That's the situation. Your body is likely to never fully recover from the blood loss you're constantly experiencing. If you don't want to have such high physical potential but be unable to fight effectively, then you should stay quiet and avoid causing trouble outside. Even an iron golem needs to be maintained regularly with gems and magic oil, let alone your physical body."

DuPont thought to himself, "If I had studied diligently, I would probably be starving to death or working as a male escort by now. Otherwise, my soul would probably have been ripped out, and I wouldn't be able to be chatting and laughing here." He continued, "This time it wasn't because of me. What can I do against such an unreasonable opponent? He stopped attacking me when I said I was just passing by."

"Alright, Sophie was just trying to be helpful, but you're being quite cheeky." The druid advised, then suddenly frowned and looked at DuPont: "You still don't have your paladin child. She came over yesterday, but you weren't awake yet, and she came again today after dark. Are you going to see her?"

"Ah, what's missing?" DuPont felt puzzled: "Come if you want, I don't have anything to do."

After hearing this, the druid glanced at Moonflower, only to find that the elven princess's expression remained unchanged, as if all her previous worries were just empty politeness.

This is a required course for a mature politician, but does this princess really have such deep cunning?
The druid decided to watch the show: "Alright, I'll go call her."

(End of this chapter)