Back at home, the Alchemist was studying the old writings on the scroll with the azure ribbon in great depth. It was actually a recipe to create Cleanse potions. However this was the ancient version, which is by far more powerful. It can cure not only normal diseases or spells but also dispel Ancient curses or Entities out of anything, whether an object or a living thing.
And the Alchemist needed it to dispel what Fiel had.
The Alchemist had to translate the scroll onto another piece of paper as a draft to undergo further proof-reading and it required great effort, being written in Ancient's Tongue. After half an hour, the Alchemist decided to take a break. He finished translating most of the ingredients required in the scroll and parts of the potion-making procedures.
He went to an oaken bookshelf where he kept his Item Grimoire, a thick leather bound book which recorded items and ingredients and where to get them. The Alchemist was busy annotating ingredients required for the Cleanse potion, cheerily whistling to himself when he heard the sound of glass cracking behind him.
When he turned to see what it was, his face fell and he groaned in extreme pain, as a severe head-splitting headache washed in over him like knives being driven into his skill.
and His vision blacked out.
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The Apprentice
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