Sixth Ring Wizard

Chapter 67 The Price

Herag estimated that the room behind the door was about 500 to 600 square meters, and there was a large bed at the far end of the room, which could easily sleep six or seven people.

At the same time, heavy footsteps came from outside the door, and two guards were struggling to carry a golden treasure chest.

The guards carried the treasure chest into the house and placed it in front of Herag and Kieran.

"You can all leave now," Kieran commanded.

The two guards walked out quickly with their heads down, never once looking up at Hrag.

"This is the ten thousand gold coins promised by Young Master Josh. Please accept it, Mr. Herag." Kieran opened the golden treasure chest, revealing a chest full of glittering gold coins.

Herag laughed and said, "Not bad."

He waved his hand and collected the entire box.

This box is worth more than 10,000 gold coins; it's very valuable just for its contents.

"Mr. Herag can rest here for a while. If you would like to go out for a stroll, you can call the servants at the door at any time. There will be a grand banquet tonight," Kieran continued.

Herag didn't stand on ceremony, turning around and lying down on the soft bed: "Okay."

Kieran respectfully withdrew, gently closed the door, and carefully gave some instructions to the two maids at the door.

"The Violet Kingdom truly lives up to its reputation as the largest kingdom in the south; even a mere count is so wealthy," Herag exclaimed.

The territory of Tassoni is only a small part on the map, and before Hrag arrived, he never imagined that the lord here would be so wealthy.

Herag stayed in the room without wandering around. After planning his next route, he began to meditate.

As night fell, a maid knocked on the door.

"Mr. Herag, it's time to go to the banquet." The two maids at the door were very young and dressed very revealingly, with a large expanse of white skin that made Herag's eyes dazzle.

"Hmm, lead the way," Herag said in a low voice, casually touching certain places. The two maids simply smiled with their heads down and did not resist.

Once Herag had stopped moving, the two maids led the way, guiding him through one palace after another.

"Sometimes having a house that's too big isn't a good thing either; it can take half an hour to walk to a meal," Herag sighed, somewhat exasperated.

Although the castle was large, there weren't many people inside. Along the way, Herag mostly encountered guards and servants.

The banquet was held in the largest palace, and there were not many people attending.

Herag did a quick count, and there were only about sixty people in total, not counting servants and guards, which was a small number for a noble banquet.

Herag met the man in the giant oil painting, Earl Hun Banks, who sat at the very top of the long table, flanked by his two sons, Josh and Lucky, and below them were other children, relatives, and other figures.

"Mr. Herag!" Josh was excited to see Herag. He had changed into a formal suit for the banquet, which looked very extravagant and made him look much bulkier.

Earl Huen turned around upon hearing the voice, and upon seeing Herag, he stood up and said with a smile, "Thank you, Mr. Herag, for saving my son. The Banks family will forever remember your kindness."

Hrag was seated below the head of the table. The dinner was quiet, and everyone ate in silence.

After a simple meal, the usual dance began, which Herag wasn't particularly interested in.

Count Huen and his two sons came over with wine and thanked him again, "Thank you, Mr. Herag!"

Herag raised his glass and clinked it with each of them, his nose twitching slightly as if he had sensed something.

After finishing his drink, he asked, "Is Count Huen injured?"

Josh exclaimed excitedly, "My father was assassinated two months ago. Although the assassin failed, he was left with serious injuries that haven't fully healed yet. Mr. Herag, do you have any solutions?"

"Whether there's a way or not is uncertain. I just smelled some familiar scents." Herag sniffed again, detecting the scent of dark energy particles.

Josh was very excited upon hearing this and quickly said to Earl Huen, "Father, why don't we have Mr. Herag take a look at you? There are too many people here, let's find another place to talk."

Count Huen thought for a moment and nodded in agreement. The group then went to a quiet room next door.

Lu Qi followed, seemingly also worried about his father's injuries.

Grand Knight Kieran stood guard at the door, and it seemed he wasn't going to let anyone else in.

Hera pulled up a chair and sat down, slowly sipping the red wine in his glass. He had heard of this wine before, but it was too expensive for him to afford.

"Mr. Herag, can you save my father?" Josh asked, somewhat agitated.

Herag put down his glass: "I don't know if I can save him, we'll have to see what the injuries are like."

"Father..." Josh turned his head and looked at him questioningly.

Count Huen hesitated for a moment, then began to struggle to take off his outer garments. It took him a great deal of effort to remove the two outer garments, revealing the injury on his waist.

There was a black wound there. Although medicine was applied to the surface of the wound, the smell of decay could still be faintly smelled.

"My Lord, I didn't expect you to be so badly injured." Herag approached and examined the wound, confirming that it was caused by a demonized object. Dark energy particles were constantly wrapped around the wound, preventing it from healing, and ordinary medicines were completely ineffective.

Count Huen smiled bitterly, "I was already nearing the end of my life, and Josh had disappeared a few days ago. Now that Josh has returned safely, I can leave in peace."

"Father..." Josh gripped Hu En's clothes tightly.

Herag asked curiously, "Leave? It's just a minor injury."

"A minor injury? Mr. Herag really has a way to fix it?" The Huen family looked at him in surprise.

They had consulted countless renowned doctors, but none of them could offer any help for Count Huen's injuries.

They also considered searching for the legendary mysterious figure, but lacked means of contact. How could an ordinary mysterious figure possibly come specifically to treat a minor count like him?

"It can be cured. What can you offer in return? My medical treatment is very expensive." The Banks family is so wealthy, Herag wouldn't let this opportunity to make a fortune pass him by. He has no qualms about making money off these nobles.

Hu En pondered. It wasn't that he was stingy and didn't want to give money, but rather that he was considering what would be more appropriate to give.

He already knew that Herag was a legendary mystic, so what he gave had to satisfy Herag. But what kind of thing would satisfy the wizard?

"Just money? Wizards don't seem to lack money, and carrying too much is inconvenient."

"Beautiful women? They're worthless."

……

Hu En thought for a while and shook his head repeatedly before finally saying, "Mr. Herag, as long as you can heal me, you can freely explore the Banks family's treasury and choose any three treasures to take."

(End of this chapter)