Chapter 69 - Airmid's Thoughts
"You should hurry up and improve your status to make the expedition go more smoothly. If your skill is still effective, we might be able to end the current situation where the expedition always results in losses."
The skill Riveria was referring to was the description of Hymn to Spring.
Noah's luck wasn't apparent before, but yesterday on the way back, Riveria, carrying a huge amount of magic stones and drop items, realized just how lucky he was. In short, for one reason or another, Noah was kicked out of the dining hall by Riveria, who ordered him to get back to the Dungeon.
"Oh right, bring Ais along too. Let her be a supporter, so she won't cause any trouble."
Riveria's reminder made Noah realize, "Oh right, where is Ais?" At this moment, in the central tower of the Twilight Manor.
Loki, who had been forcibly jolted awake from her blissful dream of Ouranos serving wine, Hera washing her feet, and Freya massaging her back by Ais and fell silent as she looked at the data on the paper in her hand.
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Ais Wallenstein
Level 1
Strength: B770
Endurance: B712
Dexterity: A850
Agility: A870
Magic: I0
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Knowing that Ais had entered the Dungeon and fought fiercely half a month ago, even battling the Black Wyvern whose potential was estimated to be Level 4, Loki was not surprised by this level of growth.
The only problem lay below...
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Magic:
[Ariel]
- Chasing the wind
- Spirit power response
- Mana Resonance
Skills:
[Avenger]
- Affection and longing for the loved one, increases overall strength
- When fighting to protect and surpass one's aspirations, all basic abilities are boosted
- Strong resistance to mental pollution
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Watching Ais leave with a satisfied expression, Loki trembled as she took off her nightcap.
"Noah!! I'm going to expel you from the Familia!!"
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On this day, Airmid got up earlier than usual and began processing various materials and making potions.
As the city's premier medical type Familia, the Dian Cecht Familia acquires and processes a large amount of materials every day to prepare potions. Although Airmid isn't very good at negotiating prices with adventurers, she has already shown extraordinary talent in potion preparation.
Even if the same materials are used, the same steps are taken, and the same amount of time is spent making the same potion, the one made by Airmid herself will be superior to others in terms of effectiveness and quality.
The barrier of talent is a disheartening thing. It is foreseeable that Airmid will eventually become the best pharmacist in the Familia, or even the best in Orario. Therefore, it is now certain that she will surpass many of the old members of the Familia and take over as the captain of the Dian Cecht Familia.
Fortunately, this prospective captain is not someone the members of the Familia would dislike. Although she often points out the mistakes of others but her appearance softens people's hearts.
More importantly, Airmid not only points out the mistakes of others, but is even stricter with herself. Despite possessing astonishing talent, she didn't slack off at all; instead, she worked even harder. In this situation, being corrected by her doesn't make them feel ashamed; on the contrary, they feel convinced.
Sure enough, when many members arrived at the pharmacy after washing up and having breakfast, they found that Airmid was already at the front desk doing the most tedious initial processing of materials in the potion preparation process.
Judging from the amount of material, Airmid had probably been working for quite some time. With such a captain, how could the Dian Cecht Familia not prosper!
Just as the group members were marveling at the situation, Airmid, whom they praised for her diligence, suddenly became stiff all over...she had accidentally crushed a precious herb while lost in thought.
It's broken again... This cannot be ground directly...it needs to be boiled until dissolved...
Quietly glancing around, Airmid made sure no one was watching before skillfully sweeping the debris into the nearby pile of rubble and burying it, driven by a strong sense of guilt. After successfully destroying the evidence, Airmid patted her chest, which was completely flat under her white robes, and quietly breathed a sigh of relief.
As autumn deepens, the morning air is bitterly cold, with frost and snow remnants visible everywhere on the streets and corners. Even the rising sun cannot completely dispel this chill. Whether for the purpose of preserving materials and potions or to provide a stable environment for patients, the Pharmacy has stringent requirements for maintaining a stable internal temperature.
Therefore, at the very beginning, the Familia spent a huge amount of money to build a magic stone heating system that could surround the entire building, ensuring that the interior was warm in winter and cool in summer. However, by sitting near the street, Airmid also avoided the chill.
If we were to ask why she insisted on being here...
Her brilliantly colored eyes gazed out of the shop, sweeping across the crowds on Daedalus Street with a hint of resentment, trying to spot a familiar silver-haired figure.
Why isn't he here yet? Didn't we agree that he has to come here for a check-up every time he finishes a adventure?
A pure white scarf, so plain it could easily be mistaken for a pillowcase, covered her cheeks. Airmid inhaled its faint fragrance and was lost in memories.
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