Chapter 1635 - Call Of Duty (Part 1) (1/2)
”How can the Royals be so cruel?” Eos suddenly reconsidered Balkor's words, thinking that maybe he had a point holding a grudge after so much time and so many dead.
”Beats me!” Manohar shrugged. ”They call me whimsical, unreliable, and childish only because I refuse to listen to a word of what they say, no matter how dire the situation is or how many lives are at stake.”
'That's the very definition of whimsical, unreliable, and childish!' She thought.
”That's why you eat here!” Balkor said after pondering for a while. ”They put trackers in your food provisions as well and you donated them with the aim to create countless unwitting decoys.”
”I'm deeply insulted by your allegations.” Manohar blushed in outrage. Never before had one of his brilliant ruses been exposed so quickly. ”You are lucky that I'm in a rush or I would have your wife scold you for not trusting even your friends!”
”I'm not your friend!” Balkor replied.
”You sure are. We work together, we exchange our notes about magic, and you don't even try to kill or cuff me on sight. That's more than I can say about most people I know.” He said with a sad voice.
”We can be your friends.” The children patted his back and offered him part of their dessert.
”Thank the gods you have taken your father's brains but your mother's heart and looks.” Manohar shamelessly ate the extra servings of ice cream under Eos's shocked gaze.
”Just tell me why you are here and let's get this over with.” Balkor said.
”I think to have cracked the secret of Awakening, but there's something that worries me.”
”Meaning?” The god of death raised an eyebrow in disbelief.
Each time Manohar paid him a visit, he would ask Balkor to cast spells while he used his best diagnostic spells on the Blood Magus. Yet neither of them was aware of the existence of things like impurities, mana cores, and breathing techniques.
Balkor had tried to discover the secrets of his own body ever since Salaark had turned him into one of her Feathers, the fake Awakened at her service, but like all those before him, he had failed.
The idea that Manohar might have succeeded in just a few months was simply preposterous.
”I noticed that while the mana flows freely throughout your body, mine is stuck here.” Manohar tapped slightly under his solar plexus where his mana core resided. ”I found a way to force it to move, but the pain is unbearable.
”Did you experience a similar feeling right after Salaark's procedure?”
”Quite the contrary. I'd never felt better.” Balkor said. ”How did you do it?”
”A mix of alchemy and healing magic.” The Mad Professor said. ”I used the principle behind body strengthening potions to make the mana flow and light magic to spread it evenly.”
”What about the results?”
”That's the more incredible part. The non-mages I administered it to displayed no reaction whereas the mages died.”
”I can't believe this!” Eos said.
”Me neither, but one can't argue with facts.” Manohar conjured a hologram of people bursting like a water balloon.
”Not that!” She covered the gruesome images with a towel before the children could see them. ”I meant that I can't believe that someone underwent such a crazy experiment of their own will.”
”Well, Spellbreakers are not supposed to capture people, only to execute them. The method is up to our discretion. I hope you didn't expect me to use such a dangerous experimental technique on myself. The fate of Mogar depends on me!” The Mad Professor stayed true to his name.