When leaving, the last dragonborn changed back into normal clothes.
But when he passed by the door of the room, he still felt that the guard looked at him in a strange way.
"Gugua——"
Especially when a strange frog croaked somewhere, the elf silently quickened his pace and left quickly under the increasingly strange eyes of the guard.
.….….
One day later, Tower Restaurant of Pamir College.
Anvis ordered a glass of rainbow juice and sat by the elegant window of the restaurant with green vines climbing over it, enjoying the elegant environment and the sound of rain outside the window.
The last dragonborn has left, and the two key magical experiments being carried out will have no results in the short term. Avis's academy life has returned to its former rhythm.
In this soothing and comfortable environment, people will always feel calm unconsciously.
…
"Man, I can't believe all the girls like Coravan, it's not fair!"
When he closed his eyes slightly to rest, the voice of a male student nearby suddenly became louder and reached his ears.
Anvis opened his eyes casually and glanced in the direction of the sound.
What he saw were two male students, both of whom were around the middle level of the third level.
Among them, the red-haired boy was complaining to the black-haired boy sitting opposite him, who looked slightly helpless.
Judging from their dining manners, neither of them came from a well-known family.
"...I mean, what can I do that is inferior to him?"
Hearing this, the black-haired boy couldn't help laughing.
"You mean, apart from his handsome appearance, smart mind, excellent talent, money, strong background and strong strength? Apart from these, he can't compare to you in anything?"
"Haha, it's so funny! ...Okay, maybe he has something that I don't have, but he is never responsible for girls, and I will be nice to them!"
"There's value in being a good person, right?"
The red-haired boy smiled awkwardly, and then argued unconvincingly.
"..."
The black-haired boy was silent for a moment, then smiled politely and gracefully, and patted his shoulder comfortingly.
"..."
Anvis's eyes twitched slightly when he heard this, and he couldn't help but raise his glass and take a sip of juice, sighing that creatures like honest people can be found everywhere.
At this time, the college identity card on his body suddenly shook, and a unique magic wave touched a trace of his spiritual power left in the identity card.
This means someone is contacting him using an ID tag, similar to Blue Star's cell phone ringtone.
Taking out the ID tag casually, Anvis checked the message, and his expression suddenly changed.
The Albins siblings were attacked! Hillier's life and death are unknown! Albins sent an urgent request for help!
When encountering such an unexpected incident, he instantly lost interest in continuing to enjoy the atmosphere.
After drinking the remaining juice in the glass, Anvis sent the location of the two to the person in charge of the family, notifying him to send someone for emergency support, and then quickly left the restaurant.
………
Three magic hours later, when Avis saw the Albins siblings again, they were already in Olivendi's branch in the royal capital.
Hillier's face was as white as paper, her breath was weak, and she lay on the resuscitation table in the recovery room, falling into a deep coma.
A high-level therapist was providing emergency treatment to her, and a pale silver magical aura flowed out of the therapist's palm, wrapping her body.
This can maintain her physical condition and prevent the injury from getting worse.
Albins sat silently on the side of the hospital bed, staring blankly at Hillier's pale profile, holding his hands tightly, and deep in his eyes flashed deep pain and anger.
Hearing the door opening, Albins turned his head and looked at the door with blue eyes full of scarlet bloodshot eyes.
Seeing Anvis' figure appear, he immediately stood up and gave a solemn salute to Anvis.
"Thank you very much for your help to us, Avis! I don't know what the prophet of the Olivendi family predicted, but I will definitely repay you in the future!"
"I trust your word, Albins."
Nodding slightly to Albins, Avis looked at Hillier on the treatment table.
"How's Hillier doing?"
When he mentioned this, Albins' right hand clenched tightly unconsciously, and then loosened it slumpingly.
He reluctantly opened his mouth, but in the end he couldn't say anything, he just shook his head feebly.
"The spiritual sea is almost completely broken, and her consciousness has been severely damaged. I can only temporarily use magic to stabilize her spiritual sea. But the hope of reawakening, I'm afraid..."
At this time, the family therapist on the side answered instead of Albins.
She had just finished the emergency treatment for Hillier. At this time, she turned to Avis and stated the test results in a low voice.
But at the end, she stopped and did not continue.
"So, how can I cure her?"
Anvis frowned and looked at the therapist seriously.
"First of all, we need to use the treasures that can reshape the spiritual sea to repair her spiritual sea. At the same time, we need to use soul-warming potions to gradually restore the injuries in her consciousness. This is the only way I can think of -"
The therapist glanced at Albins aside, sighed, and shook his head slightly.
"I see."
Anvis nodded, feeling a little heavy.
The therapist bowed quietly and then slowly left the room.
"Sir Anvis, please save my sister, and I will pay a price that satisfies you."
After she left, Albins spoke without hesitation and looked at Anvis steadily.
Potions that warm and nourish the soul are okay, but treasures that can reshape the spiritual sea are extremely rare. No matter which kind, they are truly priceless.
This kind of critical moment is almost a life-long treasure, and no one or any force will have too much.
But no matter what, the life of the stupid old lady is the most important.
Albins has made a decision in his heart. Even if he reveals the secret of the ancient high elf ruins, he must rescue Cyril.
"It doesn't have to be this way, Albins."
Facing the brown-haired boy's desperate gaze, Anvis smiled and shook his head.
"You and Hillier are both my friends, Anvis. I wouldn't use one friend's injury to blackmail another friend."
Raising his hand to stop Albins who was about to say anything else, Avis walked over and took a closer look at Hillier, who was lying on the treatment table like a sleeping beauty.
"Needless to say, I will apply to the family for the treasures and potions to treat Cyril. If you feel embarrassed about this, then just think that you owe me a favor, and that's it—"
"Now, can you tell me the cause and process of the incident?"
"Of course, Avis!"
Looking into the soft and deep blue eyes of the young man in front of him, Albins nodded vigorously.
Under the ups and downs, he only felt a slight soreness at the tip of his nose, and a wave of heat seemed to flow through his heart.
No matter how precocious he is, no matter how talented he is.