Our Dharma Masters are like this.

Chapter 99 The beauty hidden in the golden house
After learning the whole story of that day, Zellir couldn't help but shake his head.

“Marcus...you really are risking your life.”

That's too harsh on yourself.

"As long as the result is good, that's fine."

Marcus chuckled twice.

"I need to rest for a while and won't be able to do any missions."

“Let me see your injury,” Zellier said.

Marcus was somewhat confused, but he still pulled open his shirt to reveal his left shoulder, which was wrapped in thick gauze.

Zellier's fingers touched the gauze, then he slowly tore it off and removed it.

“Zelier, what’s going on…” Grevales was somewhat puzzled.

Beneath the gauze, the gaping wound from the arrow was exposed to the air.

Although it had been treated, the surrounding skin and flesh were still red, swollen, and everted, looking quite alarming.

Just when they thought Zellir simply wanted to check the extent of the injury, Zellir raised his right hand and hovered it over the wound.

A warm, soft green light quietly took shape and gathered in Zellier's palm.

Healing Technique!
Under the stunned gazes of Marcus Vales, Gray, and the other two, Zellir gently pressed down with his palm, inserting the ball of light into Marcus's wound.

Marcus felt an indescribable warm and comfortable current flow through his entire body.

The burning, stinging sensation was greatly relieved.

Moreover, the wound started to feel numb and itchy, as if countless tiny insects were crawling on it—this is a sign of rapid regeneration of flesh and blood!

With Zellir's magical infusion, the torn muscles reconnected, and the blood vessels and skin healed rapidly.

In just a few dozen seconds, the arrow wound had disappeared!
"you……"

Marcus raised his arm and moved his shoulder, finding no stiffness whatsoever.

He was speechless for a moment, his shock evident in his expression.

Zellir has learned healing magic?!
A mage who can use healing magic is beyond just being sought after in the Adventurers' Guild.

That's like having a child late in life or keeping a mistress in a golden house; she's the absolute core of the team, someone who absolutely cannot be poached!

Everyone knows how difficult it is to find a mage who knows healing magic, and how expensive it is.

“And your magic… seems to be stronger than before.” Vales seemed to have noticed something.

“Yes, I have been promoted to a lower-level mage.” Zellier smiled gently.

There was silence in the room.

The three members of the team once again displayed that expression of looking at a monster.

Just a month ago I was a magic apprentice, and now I'm a junior mage...

So the path of cultivation for a mage is this easy?
Marcus worked so hard, even risking serious injury to unleash his potential, in order to advance to the intermediate warrior level.

"Hey...do you guys have to be so xenophobic? It makes me feel out of place in the team." Gray said helplessly.

"How...how did you do that?" Marcus touched his healed wound, still somewhat incredulous.

"Maybe it's because I work harder?" Zellier thought for a moment.

"what……"

Marcus's smile was tinged with bitterness, and then he shook his head.

Perhaps talent is a more fitting description for hard work?
To be honest, part of the reason why Marcus is so desperate to get promoted is because of Zellier.

Even though Zellir was just a magic apprentice at the time, his combat prowess far surpassed that of his peers.

If my strength continues to stagnate, I'm afraid I'll soon fall behind Zellir.

Where will he find another mage like that?

Marcus thought that after advancing to intermediate warrior, he could feel more at ease and give Zellier a greater sense of security.

But now he suddenly realized that he couldn't keep up with Zellir at all. The key point was that Zellir was only sixteen years old.

His future is simply limitless!
"Alright, now that your injuries have healed, there's no need for us to wait any longer, right? Let's go to the Adventurers' Guild and pick out a quest together."

Zellier clapped his hands and was the first to leave the room.

The remaining few exchanged glances, then could only sigh and shake their heads, their expressions somewhat helpless.

……

Inside the Adventurers' Guild, Marcus's four-man team regrouped, and they even picked up Gak along the way.

Gak readily agreed to the invitation to join the team without even asking what the request was.

Before, he was lucky if he could earn one gold coin on a mission, but now, with Marcus's team, he can get at least two or three gold coins per mission.

They'll make a fortune!

"By the way..."

Standing in front of the commission board, Zellier became interested. "Should we try going to that room over there to check out the intermediate commissions?"

Now that the team's strength has greatly increased, with both Marcus and I having leveled up, we might even be able to fight against monsters rated "Challenge".

"If Hill were here, perhaps we could still give it a try."

Marcus said.

"But with our current team configuration, it's still a bit risky to deal with [Challenge] rated monsters. It would be bad if there were casualties. Let's be more cautious."

“That’s true…” Zellier thought for a moment and agreed with Marcus.

On his way to the Adventurers' Guild, he even made a detour to No. 7 Dark Alley Street.

However, the reply was still that Hill was away on a long trip and his return date was uncertain.

Where did she go...?

“Gray, you really need to speed up your training... Right now, you're the weakest link in the team,” Vales said.

"Tch..." Gray looked rather unconvinced, but didn't say anything.

That's the truth, after all.

Zellier looked at Gray, and an interesting idea suddenly popped into his head.

A body strengthened by a magical contract, compared to a lower-ranking warrior...
Who is stronger and who is weaker?

"Hey, Gray."

Zelil walked to an empty table, rolled up his sleeves, and placed his right elbow on the table.

"Let's have a strength contest."

"Huh? Are you serious?"

Gray seemed to have heard a joke.

"Zeril...you're too arrogant. I'm a warrior, and you're a mage. How could you possibly be stronger than me?"

"How will you know if you don't try?" Zellier laughed.

"Alright, then let me, your senior, teach you what humility means."

Gray walked up confidently and shook Zellier's hand across the table.

He didn't take Zellier seriously at all, so he probably only used half his strength, intending to tease Zellier symbolically before easily pinning him down.

however.

"Snapped!"

The two men clasped hands, and in the instant Zelil exerted his strength, Gray's hand was slammed onto the table with almost no effort.

Gray was dumbfounded.

"No, no... wait... are you trying to trick me?"

(End of this chapter)