"What!!" Achille cried out in surprise. "Give me this beautiful cane??"

"Why don't you want it?" asked Fayle faintly.

“...... I thought, but it's so valuable that it looks very, very valuable. Achille lowered his head, fingers twisted together. "And you said it was a powerful healing staff, and I wouldn't ...... any healing techniques."

"Do you think there are no conditions? This is the magic encyclopedia of the healing department, and I will give you a day from now on, and I will see that you can learn at least one healing magic on your own, otherwise I will withdraw my staff and break off the master-apprentice relationship with you." Fayer tossed the scroll Ruidan had left behind to Achille, then turned and retracted into his carriage.

"Master......" Achille watched in shock as Fayl closed the curtain and ended the conversation unilaterally, shouting two useless words. I had to turn my head to look at Diarrando and ask for help: "Boss......"

"If I were you, sit down and get to work. Dearlando's mouth was full of food, and he slurred his words to remind Achille of what was most important.

Achille sighed loudly and accepted his fate, anyway, after today's events, he did have the idea of learning healing techniques well. So the fire lit up, and he opened the scroll.

On the scroll is written in a neatly crafted lingua franca is "Healing - From Beginner to Mastery". There is no author, no other instructions, no ornamentation, just an ordinary parchment roll.

Pulling open the scroll, it is very concise to divide the relevant spells into beginner, intermediate and advanced difficulty, and next to each spell is detailed notes on the applicable object occasion, the main points of recitation of the sentence, and the correct posture.

The spell was written in a kind of blue ink, and on a night like this, there was a little fluorescent flow. Achille couldn't help but touch it with his hand, and a clear man's voice suddenly sounded, reciting the incantation in a very beautiful tone and rhythm.

Achille looked left and right in surprise, and there was no one around except Diarlando, who was drinking after eating. The voice was unfamiliar, he had never heard it before.

"Ha, this is a magic teaching scroll, that's the sounding ink. Somewhat similar to the principle of text messengers. Deirlando opened his mouth to explain to Achille, thinking that Ruidan had done a very good job.

"What's a messenger?" Achille was even more confused.

"Ah, you probably haven't seen it...... It is a custom magic device that uses the magic network of the Starlight Dragon to allow two people to talk to each other at a great distance, and the core element is the same resonance gem that has been cut. There are those that can transmit sound images, and there are those that can only transmit text. Dearlando gestured to the general appearance, he can't carry these devices with him now, and if he does, he will definitely be eaten by Rises.

"Oh......" Achille imagined, still not quite understanding. But he decided to turn his attention back to the test in front of him. He touched the incantation again, then listened carefully to it and followed along.

The mantra is simple, with only five or six syllables. Soon Achille was able to imitate it vividly, a hemostatic charm used to stop the bleeding of small wounds. The problem is that no one is bleeding now......

Achille scratched his head, thought for a moment, pulled out his dagger, and made a slight cut on his left arm.

"What are you doing?" Dearlando couldn't help but ask when he saw his self-harming behavior.

"Boss, I want this Shiyan Hemostatic Charm. Achille put away his dagger and picked up the staff of Agati on his lap again, ready to start shiyan. "I think it's only when the wound is on my body that I can better understand how this healing magic works and how the person being treated feels. ”

"That's a good idea...... But if it's a broken hand, a broken foot, a burn or a fall, do you have to experience it for yourself? stupid!" Diarrando walked over and knocked Achille on the head. It's nice to think of such an experience, but it's naïve.

"Boss...... I was wrong. Achille was knocked on the head with a bag, and tears came out of his eyes, but he couldn't rub it now.

"Alright, hurry up and chant the mantra. Dearrando stood to the side, picked up his hands, and waited to see how well Achille's self-education worked.

"Whistlelandos!" Achille mimicked the pronunciation on the scroll, then raised his staff and waved it at the wound on his arm.

"It doesn't seem to be useful......"

"Yes......" Dearlando was a little disappointed, originally thinking that with such a powerful staff, such a little magic should be at his fingertips.

"Megumi ~ Slandos ~~!"

"Hues~Lando~Si!!"

"Hui!Si!Lan!Duo!Si!"

Achille changed his tone, repeating it over and over again, but the thin wound on his arm never changed. Although the wound was not cut deeply, the blood beads still kept oozing, indicating that the spell was completely ineffective.

"Is the staff dead?" Achille yelled for half an hour in a variety of movements and tones, and after five full circles around the camp, he gave up completely.

He sat down on a stone in frustration, looking down at the wounds on his arms, which had already begun to heal on their own, and the spell still had no effect at all.

"Impossible...... This thing should have been kept very well all along, and it smelled full of magic, how could it fail?" Diarrando reached for his staff and sniffed the young dragon on his shoulder. Then he read: "Whistlelandos ......".

The inside of the cane suddenly lit up, and then it darkened again for a moment. Then there was an uproar, and even the fire was completely extinguished.

"What's going on?" Achille's nervous voice rang out.

"What are you doing!" Fayle's angry voice rang out.

"Like...... Something went wrong...... "zuihou is a somewhat unconfident voice from Dearlando."

The light of the young dragon gradually lit up the surroundings at this moment, and this place was very different from a moment ago. The biggest difference is probably that the pile of matches, which were originally burning, has now turned into lush green saplings, and the rattan basket containing food has grown new branches and roots.

There were many new branches on Fayer's carriage, and the curtain was hanging miserably from some vigorous branches. And a clear scratch on the mage's face was probably scraped by a branch that suddenly grew.

"I'm just a warrior, and I've never used a spell before!" said Deirlando, holding up his hands to show his innocence. "It was definitely an accident!"

Aijiati's staff smelled of burnt things at the moment, and fine cracks appeared inside the gem on the tip of the staff, but fortunately it did not spread to the outermost, so the shape of the gem was still there, and it was not completely cracked into pieces.

Fayle waved his hand, a tearing spell, and the branch that trapped him snapped. Then the enraged mage jumped out of the carriage and rushed to Deirlando, snatching the staff for inspection.

"Master......" Achille looked at Fayer with a terrifying face, and his heart was terrified. Especially when I saw the glaring scratch on his face, which was now slowly beginning to bleed, the bright red blood hanging on Fayle's pale face was especially eye-catching.

“haha...... You're there!" Fayle examined for a moment, not smiling angrily. "Such a top-level magic weapon was actually destroyed in a second. After saying that, he threw the staff to Achille,

"Ruined?" said Dearlando, repeated, in surprise. "I feel the energy is still there. ”

Fayle did not speak, but cast two tearing charms on the old fire, the now small bush, and cut the branches into pieces, and then released a large fireball, which rekindled the fire with a bang.

If he didn't vent like this, he couldn't help but use all the brutal bloody magic swirling in his head on Deirlando.

The flames were more than a man high, and Fayle began to explain as he assumed that he would roast someone and his dragon on it.

"Most of the staff's energy is contained in the Emerald Gem at the top. It is a sensitive, fragile gemstone that requires the user to have very delicate control over their abilities. And although you are not a mage, you and the dragon are symbiotes, and the energy contained in you is incomparable to that of any human mage. And you just chant spells so casually! so rudely! without skill!"

Speaking of the excitement, Fayle waved his wide sleeves and walked back and forth, almost crazy.

"Your magic and the magic of your cane are originally two extremes, and in this way, the fragile gem is completely unable to withstand the huge liliang that you suddenly transmitted. Although it completed the command to restore the surrounding creatures, it was also overloaded and shattered. ”

"Isn't it still usable?" Diarrando gestured to the staff, which still looked intact.

"Can it be used!?Unlike attack magic, healing magic is in response to the caster's inner prayers, using the caster's body as a medium. Absorb the life force of nature and transmit it to the wounded through the staff. Now the inside of this gem has been cracked, and anyone with a little more mana will use it to cause the gem to shatter completely!"

"Whistlelandos!" a small voice ended almost at the same time as Fayle's words.

There was silence in the audience, and Aki was as earth-colored as he was holding Agati's cane, and he couldn't put it down, nor did he lift it.

"Master...... You're late...... I've used it, is it going to explode?" Achille asked cautiously in a trembling voice.

Fayer felt a rush of warmth on his face, and raised his hand to touch the blood on his hand, but he didn't feel any wounds.

"Huh...... Looks like it's working this time!" Diarlando looked closer, and the wound on Fayle's face from the cut on the branch was completely healed, and there was not even a bruise on the skin underneath.

"Does it work? really?" Achille jumped up happily and jumped over to see his masterpiece.

However, after being swept away by the mage's murderous eyes, the boy shrank back.

"Oops~ The staff is still usable, and the first task of healing magic has been completed. Don't scare your apprentice, okay, okay, that's it. Diarlando patted the mage's stiff shoulder, reassuring nonchalantly.

"......" Fayle's breathing was a little rapid, and the dragon mark in his chest scorched and stinged. forced him to calm down.

“...... Count you ruthless!" Zuihou Fayer gritted his teeth and spat out a few words between his teeth.

Then he turned to the newly grown branches of his carriage and recited dozens of tearing and crushing spells in one breath, imagining that it was someone and his dragon and his stupid apprentice!