Chapter 208 - Psionic Potion (2/2)

“If I can, I hope I never have to see that h.e.l.l-d.a.m.n fool ever again!” At Aldwin’s mention of Gerian’s name, the middle-aged Archmage suddenly showed a look of disgust. His hatred for Gerian had been buried in his heart for decades. That bit resentment back then had already taken root and sprouted into a huge tree, which tormented him all the time. Sometimes, even Darian suspected he’d be forced to go totally crazy one day if he could not find an outlet to vent this hatred.

Darian’s hateful eyes made Aldwin frown. Facing his right-hand man, he had to consider his words carefully. “There is something I must talk to you about…”

But before Aldwin could finish a word, he was interrupted by Darian. “President Aldwin, if it’s about that fool, I don’t think you need to say anything more.”

“Well…” Aldwin nodded, and did not try to persuade him anymore. “I don’t care about the feud between you and Gerian, but there’s one thing I have to tell you.”

“What is it?”

“I don’t want to see anything happen to this young man.” Aldwin stretched out his bony arm and pointed at the crystal ball, where Lin Li was displayed reciting his spells at high speed. The eyes he cast on Darian were stern. “Darian, I am not afraid to tell you the truth: this young man is very important to the Alanna Guild of Magic. I have offended Wilhelm in order to protect him. If you really intend to put Gerian’s account on him, then I don’t mind offending another person. Do you understand what I mean?”

For the few decades that Darian had been in the Guild of Magic, he had never seen Aldwin as serious as he currently was. The venerable president had given people a kind and generous impression all along, but he unexpectedly broke the norm for the young mage today. When those stern eyes swept across his face, Darian even had the illusion that it was the violent Macklin who was standing before him.

Darian felt a chill down his spine under Aldwin’s gaze.

He swallowed his saliva, then uttered with much difficulty, “U-understood…”

“I hope you really understand.” Aldwin glanced at his right-hand man and sighed involuntarily. “I already know about your nephew, Madrick. Felic is indeed in the wrong; his attack was too heavy-handed. However, Darian, your nephew should be disciplined as well. He actually had the guts to abuse the trial mage’s attendant at will in such an important trial. Does he really think that the other 23 Guilds of Magic are all empty?”

Darian’s heart tightened at these words.

He knew the incident with Madrick better than anyone else. if it weren’t for his behest, Madrick would never dare to abuse a trial mage’s attendant. With Darian’s ac.u.men, how could he not have guessed that the ins and outs of the matter had already fallen into Aldwin’s eyes? The reason why he’d brought it up at the moment was nothing more than to give him a wake-up call.

Darian did not dare to be neglectful of the warning. He took the responsibility with a fearful expression. “I’m sorry, President Aldwin, I’m to blame for his lack of proper discipline. I will certainly teach him a good lesson when I get back.”

“Forget it…” Aldwin shook his head. “He has learned his lesson too. Felic was too heavy-handed on him. I’m afraid he will have to lie in bed for months before he can get up, right?”

“At least three months.” Darian had no children; his nephew, Madrick, was his only relative. Although the latter was stupid, he was, after all, the closest person to him. At Aldwin’s mention, he was reminded of Madrick lying miserably in the hospital bed. For a while, he could not help feeling bitter.

“Well, Darian, when you go back later, drop by the Research Inst.i.tute and ask Baron to give you a bottle of Psionic Potion. Tell him I’ve sent you.”

“Thank you, President Aldwin.” Darian’s face was full of delight. He’d never thought that Aldwin would promise Madrick a bottle of Psionic Potion. This was the biggest secret of the Alanna Guild of Magic. Even among the guild’s top officials, only a few people knew about its existence. Only Aldwin and Baron had the right to use it. Even if Macklin wanted to use it, he’d have to apply for it one month in advance.

“You don’t have to thank me…” Aldwin shook his head. “This bottle of Psionic Potion is not for nothing. From today onwards, I don’t want to hear any more rumors about you dealing with Felic.”

“Yes.” Darian nodded, and said nothing more.

Aldwin’s intention was very clear—this bottle of Psionic Potion was to pacify him. If he refused to accept, then perhaps it’d be another end that awaited him…

Although the president had always been kind and generous, he had ruled the Alanna Guild of Magic for decades. How could he be someone who was only kind and generous? If Darian really angered him, it was really unknown what sort of means Aldwin would take to deal with him.

Furthermore…

He had cast the net down as early as 10 days ago. Everything that came after that had nothing to do with him. Even if something really happened to that Jarrosus country boy, Aldwin could hardly pin the blame on him.