Romans & histoires Alchemist Healer

Alchemy menu release. Alchemy menu show in front their face, every Nin Guild member starts the process Potion Maker after their mistress gives an explanation, each of them making ten thousand health Potion for Mortal stage 1. "Leader, the herb for next Potion in the future can't support anymore." Slave two worry after this production they don't have stock, he speaks with little sound.

These three professions were most popular and respected because of their miracles works. The alchemy of this world was similar to medicine making from earth but more advanced and supernatural. An alchemist could refine pills from the spiritual herbs that were used by almost every martial artist. Pills that can upgrade the cultivation rapidly, or pills that can heal any injuries, some high-level pills could even heal the broken limbs or could cause regrow new limbs.

Healer Jan asked. "You're just going to work us to the bones. You're a slave driver. Why don't you hire another healer, if you lack them so much." Lis said. "Are healers mushrooms? Do they just pop up out of nowhere?" Healer Jan answered. Healers in this world are rare. Everyone can use low level healing. If I make an analogy in the modern world, low level healing is like first aid. Anything that can't be fixed by simple first aid would need to be treated by a healer. Healers have a higher aptitude in light magic, and there are few of those. Also, healers are all men since women are only seen as homemakers.

Something sharp and familiar that makes my wolf recoil. I look down and see the pouch strapped to his belt. Small. Leather. Stitched with a pattern I recognize. No. I grab the pouch and rip it open, and the smell hits me like a fist to the face. Healer herbs. Alyssa's blend. I know that scent. I've smelled it a hundred times on her hands, in her hair, in the kit she keeps by our bed. This isn't just generic healer supplies. This is her specific mix—the one she makes herself, the one she guards because the ratios are family knowledge passed down from her grandmother.

“Not with mere herbs or poultices... but with inner energy. A healer mage?” The reports she gathered unsettled her. That human breeder, the supposed traitor’s daughter, was not ordinary at all. From what Ava had learned, Althea had spent most of her time in the apothecary of her former pack, assisting healers and tending wounds. Nothing remarkable—until now.

“I’m alive." Kaelen snorted softly from the wall. “Barely.” Alex shot him a look, while I weakly glared at him. The healer uncorked a small dark bottle and handed it to me carefully. “Drink.” The smell alone almost made me gag. “What is that?" “A healing potion," the healer mentioned. “It tastes unpleasant but it is necessary to keep you alive.” The healer added. I sighed weakly and swallowed it anyway. The liquid burned all the way down my throat. The seer stepped forward then.

“Uh-huh. I hugged you really tight. I wanted your booboo to stop hurting.” Nathan frowned. “What are you talking about?” I looked at him. “I think…” The words felt fragile and enormous at once. “I think she’s healing me.” Nathan’s eyes widened. “What?” Sylvia spoke again, voice trembling with awe. She is Alpha born… and she is a healer. It runs in her veins. In that moment Nathan and I understood; our daughter, our Rosalyn was not simply an Alpha’s daughter. She was something far rarer. She was an Alpha born healer…

“Has she made connections? Friends? Lovers?” “Her client list is more notable than her companions,” Amelia continued, a walking archive, methodical and unshakable. “She frequently accepts commissions from a renowned healer named Adler, and she just completed a significant piece for Duke Noctis Theonor, Riverwood’s military commander.” The name landed with weight. “A healer and a warrior,” I mused. “Is there any record of her being a mage? Any indication of how she channels her power?” Amelia’s professional mask slipped, just for a moment, replaced by a flicker of something grave, something ancient. She chose her next words with precision. “She isn't a mage, Thalia. She is, however, one of th

He walked with a heavy, rhythmic stride, his eyes locked on Kael with a fervor that was far more dangerous than the mob’s blind rage. "Do not be deceived, children of the Sun," Valerius shouted, pointing a gloved finger at Kael. "This is not healing. This is the dark trade of the Alchemists. He is not a saint; he is a siphon, a living vessel for the forbidden arts that have brought this blight upon us. If he heals you, it is only to claim your soul as part of his collection!" Kael tried to stand, but his limbs were leaden. The energy he had released had left a hollow space in his chest, a cold, aching void. "Valerius," he rasped, "you know exactly what this is. You helped Bernard draft the o

Now, he was nothing. I glanced at the table spread with glass jars and bowls. Some herbs were mashed into paste, others soaking in water. I checked out the colors and smells, recognizing most of them from when I was studying. But one jar snagged my attention – a root that gave off a faint glow, reddish-brown, bobbing in some kind of liquid. “Is this for him?” I asked the head healer . He whirled around, expressionless. “Yeah, it is a part of the mix we're using to stabilize the Alpha's wolf energy.”