Supreme Magus novel Chapter 290

The Skinwalker armor had more holes than swiss cheese, but it was perfectly functional. The problem was repairing it required time or mana. Alas, Lith had a shortage of both.

Luckily, the Warp Gate (*) brought him straight from Xenatos to Linjos’s office, where Manohar, Vastor, and Marth were waiting for him.

Marth was there to heal his wounds while Vastor replenished his life force. Manohar was attending out of curiosity. He seemed to find the story of the wyvern and his mysterious array quite fascinating.

Lith reported to them the events, replying to all their questions about the nature of the Life Draining spell being careful to not blow his cover.

"Fascinating!" Manohar listened to every detail like they were sweet words from his beloved one.

"Wyverns are also known as pseudo dragons or lesser dragons. Never use those terms in front of them. They consider it a racial slur, just like the word ’lizard’."

"Bah!" Vastor scoffed at Manohar’s childish enthusiasm. "I have yet to meet a single dragon and even if they exist, they would still be lizards. A wyvern is even worse, it’s just a lizzie."

"A what?" Lith asked.

"It means a lizard with an inferiority complex." Marth explained.

"It’s how we members of the Queen’s corps refer to wyverns when they are not within earshot."

"Wait, you are members of the Queen’s corps?" Lith was flabbergasted. Vastor looked more like a chef than a fighter. Marth closely resembled one of his high school teachers. As for Manohar, he was Manohar.

It was an inhuman task just to imagine someone willing to fight beside him without being given the opportunity to strangle him on a regular basis.

"We are. Don’t underestimate me because of my well-fed exterior." Vastor patted his large belly to emphasize the point.

"Every element is deadly. It all depends on the user. Also, there is no one mad enough to walk into a fight without a true healer. After you experience enough battles, even if you start as a total rookie, you are bound to pick up a few tricks along the way."

"Indeed. Until wars and illnesses exist, healers are like breathing. Something annoying that you can’t live without." Manohar nodded in agreement with Vastor.

"Back to the lizzie’s topic, I wonder what the array did for him. Beasts use a kind of magic completely different from ours. Maybe we could have learned something by comparing a human and a beast array."

"Unlikely." Vastor scoffed again while checking Lith’s vitals.

"Surely it was something idiotic. It cost him his life."

"Today I find myself agreeing with you often, my mildly esteemed colleague." Manohar nodded again.

Vastor took the unintended insult gracefully, barely dilating his nostrils in annoyance.

"How do you feel?" Marth had just finished regrowing his hair.

"Tired." Lith replied.

"You don’t say, Lith." Vastor gave him a hospital gown to wear over his tattered clothes.

"The first lesson of Body Sculpting will be a simple one, but you still need mana. Let’s go to the hospital and find you a bed. You can rest until your companions get back from their chores."

A Warp Steps brought them to destination.