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Chapter 694 - 694 367 Holy Springs Water (4000)_2

Chapter 694: 367 Holy Springs Water (4000)_2 Chapter 694: 367 Holy Springs Water (4000)_2 Nothing seemed to be seriously wrong.

It wasn’t until he opened his shirt that he saw the numerous scars adorning his body.

After all, it had only been half a month since he was severely injured, so he hadn’t healed completely. Casio needed to be cautious with his fragile body.

He hadn’t thought for long before a steady footstep echoed from outside the room, and the door opened with a creak. A small old man walked in.

A slanted stream of morning sunlight entered through the partially opened window, casting large, golden patches on the brown floor and the white bed. Dust particles floated haphazardly within the beam of light.

Casio looked upward at his visitor.

The man was thin with prominent cheekbones, sunken eyes, and a lackluster appearance.

His hair, a mix of black and white, resembled withered grass, giving him a bit of a disheveled look. His clothing was earth-toned and simple – at a glance, he could easily be mistaken for an old farmer.

This man was none other than Hebu, the old hunter known by the nickname of “Blood Axe.”

Despite his current appearance, this was just Hebu in his relaxed state. When it comes to battles, he’s more like a savage dog – with sharp senses and a capacity for violence.

Furthermore, he had an instinctual sense of danger.

These factors made Hebu the experienced hunter he is today. Sometimes, just surviving a battle is considered a skill on its own.

Casio watched as the elderly and frail-looking Hebu emerged from his thoughts, and he remembered Bai Kui’s images from the last mission when they fought against the creatures of darkness.

Hebu was donning an old black and crimson suit, a dark red top hat, and a crumpled white bow tie around his neck.

Suddenly, he unsheathed a fierce battle axe from his chest, barked ferociously, and charged violently towards the enemy like a mad dog.

With his axe, he sliced and diced through flesh and bones alike, causing arms and heads to fly off bodies and screams to echo throughout the battlefield.

Soaked in blood, Hebu dashed straight towards their target.

This sight made a lasting mark in Bai Kui’s mind.

Casio returned from his memories, viewing the old farmer-like Hebu in front of him, he felt an enormous contrast between the past and present.

“You’re awake?”

At the entrance, Hebu spoke. His voice was hoarse.

It sounded as if he had once damaged his vocal cords. His voice had a unique tone, like the rough rubbing of sand. Nevertheless, his pronunciation was clear, so his voice wasn’t too unpleasant to hear.

“Yeah, I’m awake,” Casio replied to Hebu, doing so with his natural speaking style rather than emulating Bai Kui’s. He was colder and more reticent towards strangers.

Hebu glanced at Casio but didn’t say much.

After all, the last mission’s failure and subsequent serious injury were a harsh lesson for a novice hunter like Bai Kui. These experiences could provoke a transformation. Changes in personality after a major event were normal.

This was why Casio hadn’t bothered to imitate Bai Kui’s personality. Here was a perfectly reasonable explanation for his change.

After a brief conversation, Hebu called the sanatorium’s doctor to examine Casio’s condition.

The doctor said Casio would need to stay in bed for another two months.

But the old hunter, Hebu, disagreed. Since Casio had two doses of Holy Spring Water, he could recover quickly.

One unit of Holy Spring Water equals approximately fifty milliliters. Therefore, Casio had a hundred milliliters.

And how come they got this Holy Spring Water? Well, they were compensated by the Dark Hunt Organization after they managed to escape back to the headquarters last time despite the failure of their mission. They provided information about the inaccurate intelligence they had received and corrected it with new information.

The organization compensated them with four units of Holy Spring Water in total, two units for each person.

The old hunter, Hebu, decided not to monopolize it. Today, he brought Casio his deserved two units of Holy Springs Water.

Holy Springs Water serves as a cultivation potion and is equally effective in treating injuries. However, ordinarily, people don’t use such precious water for minor wounds and illnesses. It is only used in a severely injured and near-death scenario, which may hinder hunters from performing tasks.

In Casio’s case, where he needs to rest for a couple of months, it is ideal to use spring water for healing. Naturally, healing his injury would not consume more than two units of Holy Springs Water, and there would be plenty leftover.

Perhaps he could witness the effectiveness of the Holy Springs today.

On the pristine bed, Casio was partially reclining, slightly squinting at the two glass bottles in his hand. At the bottom of the transparent glass, a thin layer of pale-golden liquid emitted an uncanny hue.

Under the morning sun, it shimmered like gold. At first glance, it seemed remarkably precious.

It was now half-past eight in the morning.

Hebu, who had been sitting for half an hour, stood up. There were diced white pear and apple, and a bouquet of flowers on the bedside table.

“Think about when you want to use it… Healing the injury would only consume half a bottle at most, and you still have one and a half bottles left.”

Hebu looked at Casio and said, “Also, take a good break. Young people should relax. Don’t stress so much and always wear a stern face. You are already lucky to be alive. Think of these as payback for the help you’ve given me before…”

In the last group task, Hebu risked being left behind to save Bai Kui because, during the task, Bai Kui, with his illusion arts, had saved Hebu from the risk of losing an arm. The Holy Springs are not effective in such cases.

“Ah, by the way, someone might come to see you later…”

“He seems to be an acquaintance of yours, also an illusionist.”

“I’ll go now.”

Hebu succinctly stated a few phrases and then left the ward. The sound of his footsteps outside became fainter and fainter.

“This old man… He’s not so bad…”

Casio looked at the closed wooden door and thought to himself. He recalled what Hebu had mentioned about his acquaintance, the illusionist.

He wasn’t planning to develop in the direction of illusion arts, but understanding the basics wasn’t a bad idea, he could use it as a support.

He could ask when that acquaintance arrives.

Ten minutes later, the wooden door was abruptly pushed open.

Casio glanced up, and standing before him was a beautiful pony-tailed girl. She had a hint of red eyeshadow at her eye corners, a ruby earring hung from her white earlobe. She had a tall and elegant figure and wore clothes that looked like an aristocrat’s hunting attire.

“Bai Kui, your qualification review is likely to be suspended.”

“We need to reassess your level of illusion arts…”

The girl stood at the entrance and briskly came in. Her beautiful eyes intently gazed at Casio, seemingly expecting his reaction.

“Oh.”

Casio understood what was happening. The Dark Hunt Organization’s hunters are categorized into two types: childhood trainees, and outsiders with various abilities. Illusionists were a group of hunters who could perform illusion abilities. The group served as a resource experience sharing meeting.

Joining the group had its own requirements but also had many benefits.

Bai Kui had previously applied for membership and passed the illusion arts level audit. But because of his severe injuries from the last task, his application was suspended. This was not unreasonable. They couldn’t let an incapacitated person occupy a spot in proportion so Rose had come.

She was a member of the illusionist group, having already joined two years ago. Her most sophisticated and proficient illusion technique was the Rose Realm.

She was almost touching the second stage of illusion arts which influenced taste and touch.

In the room, the girl, nicknamed Rose, moved to the foot of the bed.

She began to speak: “Your core ability has not been affected by these severe injuries, has it? … If it has become a hindrance to you using illusion arts, let’s simply put it out there and terminate your application process.”

In the room, the girl, nicknamed Rose, moved to the foot of the bed.

She began to speak: “Your core ability has not been affected by these severe injuries, has it? … If it has become a hindrance to you using illusion arts, let’s simply put it out there and terminate your application process.”