The Full Level Player Is Summoned By The Magical World - Chapter 29 Alchemist Edith

Both Edith and Celia knew that the only way to restore Klent’s old magic was if the Archmage descended. Only a god could do what was impossible. The Royal Teacher would end up losing his magic and becoming a mortal.

When Edith saw how upset the princess was, she decided to comfort Celia. “Princess,” she said slowly, “even though the Royal Teacher has lost his magic, I will do my best to keep him alive. He is so badly injured.”

“He’s lucky to be alive and well.”

After all, the Alchemist who’d been with the army at the time had looked at Klent’s injuries and shook her head to show there was nothing she could do. If it hadn’t been for Edith’s efforts to save him, there would have been a state funeral for Klent by now. So Edith figured it was going to be hard enough to keep Klent the way he was. While it was true that a magic potion could restore Klent’s magical power, getting all five ingredients of the potion recipe together was going to be a tall order.

The only sound in the room was Celia’s weeping. With the Kingdom in a crisis and her sick teacher lying in bed, there was a good chance that he would be reduced to an ordinary person, and the little princess would be a little mage with little talent. It seemed to Edith that the little princess was in a bit of a difficult situation. But it couldn’t be helped. If she hadn’t happened to be traveling around Skadi and saved Klent, the little princess might be in an even more difficult situation.

The outcome now was fine. At this point, Klent, lying in bed, opened his rheumy eyes.

“Ahem-Your Highness—”.

Celia saw that her teacher had awakened. She quickly leaned forward and asked worriedly, “Are you awake, Teacher? How do you feel now?”

Klent might have been saved, but he was still weak and his voice was intermittent. He was deeply afraid that he wouldn’t be able to catch his next breath.

He nodded at Celia, then comforted her. “I’m fine. I’ll be fine after some rest. Thank you for your concern, Your Highness.”

He gave a weak smile and tried to comfort the tearful little princess.

When Klent had finished, he turned back to Edith and said in a grateful tone, “Thanks to you, I was able to keep my life. I’m very grateful to you, Potion Master.”

Edith shook her head. “It was just a coincidence. It’s no bother.”

Edith wasn’t Skadi’s alchemist. She belonged to one of the long-established families of Azure Continent. There had been alchemists in their family for generations, and they had always enjoyed a high status in Azure Continent. And they had always lived in the very remote southern part of Azure Continent, protected by the Hundred Thousand Mountains. The Kerenth family had always adhered to the philosophy of non-involvement in the affairs of the continent. So the Kerenth family had never been caught up in the disputes of the Azure Continent.

However, in order to prevent the Kerenth family from being truly isolated from the rest of the world, the family stipulated that the younger generation of disciples had to travel around the Azure Continent before they could return to the family. Moreover, every five years, the Kerenth family would hold an exchange of alchemists. Almost all the alchemists in the Azure Continent saw the Kerenth family as a role model and were proud to join the discussion hosted by the Kerenth family. The alchemists in the Azure Continent would do anything to obtain an invitation to the exchange. It was obvious how popular they were.

Edith was even more of a prominent member of the Kerenth family’s younger generation of alchemists. Klent knew that if it hadn’t been for Edith’s timely arrival this time, he’d probably be dead by now. He’d been seriously injured during the battle at the Selwyn border.

Klent turned back to Celia. “How is the Archmage?” he asked.

Celia said, “I’ve invited the Archmage to the Skadi capital. Irigaray is accompanying him now.”

Klent nodded, then instructed Celia solemnly, “Your Highness, the Archmage is no ordinary man. Do not neglect him.

By all means, be on good terms with the Archmage. Do you understand?”

Klent used his hands to support half of his body. The silky blanket fell away. He stared hard at Cella, his eyes incomparably serious. Cella would listen to her teacher, of course, but she still wondered about the mage’s rank. When she first saw him, he was only able to cast low-level wind-element spells. But later on, he was able to stand up to five Great Archmages and wipe out the Light Allied Forces.

Celia could not see through this Archmage either. She thought of this and asked hesitantly, “Teacher, could this Archmagebe a Saint Mage?”

Klent lay back on the bed, exhausted. He shook his head and let out a long sigh. A Saint Mage can’t use forbidden spells and God’s magic, he thought. Even if he was near God, there was a marked division.

Celia saw her teacher’s mysterious expression and didn’t know if he agreed with her or not. However, with her usual understanding of her teacher, this mage must be at the Saint Realm or even above. There was no Saint-Realm mage in the Azure Continent now. In history, every Saint Mage was a legend. This mage summoned by her teacher would definitely become another legend in the magic history of the Azure Continent.

Edith listened, curious about the mage who’d single-handedly saved the entire Skadi kingdom from the allied forces of the Light, but she’d heard he was a little too young. She had the feeling there might be an element of exaggeration in what she was hearing. She only believed what she saw.

On the other side, the Knight Commander was leading Mo Fan down the tower. They crossed a long cobblestone path and arrived at a wooden house.

Mo Fan stood at the front of the house, looking at the plain little cottage. “Is this your Royal Teacher’s bedchamber?” he asked Irigaray. “Yes, Lord Mage. Is anything wrong?” Mo Fan shook his head. Is this little cabin with its plain look and glass windows called a sleeping chamber? Compared to the gorgeous buildings in the game, this house was a little shabby. However, while the buildings he had seen all the way from Selwyn to the capital were not gorgeous and the palace was very majestic, they were still a little plain compared to the exquisite buildings in the game. Seeing that there was nothing wrong with the Archmage, the Knight Commander, Irigaray, could no longer hold back his excitement and rushed into the small house.

“The Royal Teacher can be cured. His magic can be restored—”

Irigaray disappeared through the door of the house like a gust of wind. Mo Fan looked at the swinging wooden door and shook his head in amusement. Then Irigaray’s excited voice spoke again.