792 Rescue the Elf Part 2 (2/2)

”Stephanie!”, Saleen sounded severe.

Stephanie laughed and said, ”Relax. I will treat this elf for you, but I have no control over the expenses required to do so. I will not become Lex's personal mage before Lex becomes a mage as powerful as I am. If you want to see her treated, there will still be a price.”

Saleen nodded furiously. The other two grade-8 mages were clearly not of Stephanie's caliber in a lot of ways. Both of them were dirt poor, and their skills lacked versatility and diversity, even their combat prowess paled in comparison to Stephanie's.

Nicholas was not as powerful either. His fallen divine arts were useless to treat injuries caused by angels. The reason why Nicholas had yet to return from the southern side was probably due to that fact.

Eleanor laid there and listened to every single word exchanged between Saleen and Stephanie; her heart ached. Saleen was not a man devoid of compassion, and he looked determined to save her. Would she ever be able to truly recover?

”Saleen...,” Eleanor moaned weakly.

”Don't talk,” Saleen said to comfort her gently.

”Will I be able to...shoot arrows after this?”, Eleanor had no control over her body, except her head. All she was able to feel was a sense of numbness. If the spell was to wear off, she would have been assailed by indescribable pain.

”Of course. I still need your skills, to lock onto my enemies,” Saleen answered solemnly as he looked into her with his deep blue eyes.

The more such words were uttered, the sadder she felt though.

”What worth is there to consider? I'm his follower and it is only right and proper that I put my life on the line for him. I should be feeling grateful that Saleen even considered saving me. To cast away a care like that of a loved one's would just be awful! Saleen is a human after all!” She thought to herself.

”Alright, say no more. Help me get the ingredients ready. There is one thing I need to craft before I can save her. Bar all entry onto the seventh floor of the tower and let no one in, including Lex and those other mages. Kill anyone disobeying the order,” Stephanie said as she took out her magic pen and paper, listing all the items she required.

Stephanie's writing was pretty. Most mages were capable of very good writing, but they were of course more skilled in drawing magic scrolls. No mistakes were permitted in the making of scrolls.

Stephanie handed the piece of magic paper to Saleen as soon as she was done writing and said, ”This is the first batch, of ingredients needed to completely heal her bones and muscles. The expenses after this will be hefty, more than enough for you to hire a grade-8 sorcerer, I would say.”

Saleen took the list and said to Eleanor, ”Just relax,”, before heading for the seventh floor.

Su and Cuisi were being treated on the sixth floor. Su was gravely injured, but he did not require any special medicines. He was able to treat himself using the Silver Sword Aura. He was sleeping in a container and submerged in magical medicines. Su was not able to recover immediately due to having lost too much blood. He barely had enough strength to even stand.

Cuisi was of a height taller than eight yards, while the height of each floor of the magic tower was six yards. The demon had to be laid on the ground while several mages attended to his wounds.

These mages did so voluntarily, as the chance to closely observe a demon was hard to come by for a mage, and therefore very tempting.

Eleanor began to feel fear rushing over her as Saleen left for seventh floor. Stephanie looked at her green eyes and smiled, ”Are you are afraid of me?”

Stephanie looked young, somewhere in her twenties, but Eleanor was able to sense that this was only due to the fact that Stephanie became a sorcerer in her twenties. Her looks were then preserved. The woman standing in front of her, was no naive girl fresh out of the countryside.

”Eleanor, why do you fight so hard for Saleen, I wonder?”, Stephanie's eyes were like Saleen's, blue, but they instilled a deep fear into her instead. That blue, it was a cold one, like the Dark Blue Chant. It was pretty, yet very deadly.

Eleanor spoke with a tinge of bitterness, ”Impulse, I guess. Or simply because I had nowhere to run to.”

Eleanor's answer startled Stephanie somewhat. Nowhere to run to...what a pitiful answer indeed. As an elf stranded on the Myers Mainland, what choice did she have but to follow Saleen?

”Eleanor, there is no guarantee that I will be able to heal you completely. Grade-9 sorcerers would say the same. The techniques we would use to heal you would be the same, but I will be able to oversee to your treatment with better equipment. Even so...if-- just supposedly-- if your wounds were to never heal, would you have any regrets?”

Eleanor shook her head. She was not able to feel anything below her neck.

”No regrets? And I thought elves were all weak beings, but I don't know if being reckless is better,” Stephanie's words felt like a knife, thrust right into her chest and twisted to make matters worse.

”What ...is there to regret?”, Eleanor mustered her strength to reply between breaths. She recalled the words Saleen said to her before he left, 'just relax'.Find authorized novels in Webnovel，faster updates, better experience，Please clickfor visiting.

She was now in such a pitiful state and therefore there was no need to lie to her. If Saleen told her to relax, then she would. The worst thing that could have happened at that point was being made into a specimen and kept as part of a collection in Stephanie's tower.

She looked just like a specimen right now, what could have been worse than this?