touchnovel Chapter 112 The Healing Ritual and Ginny's Loyalty!
Chapter 112 The Healing Ritual and Ginny's Loyalty!
Chapter 113 The Healing Ritual and Ginny's Loyalty!
Hick's long, slender fingers gently brushed across the Moon White Fox's soft fur, which was bristling with fear. The touch was cool and silky, and his fingertips could clearly sense a strange, calming energy fluctuation flowing through its body.
"The rumors are true—the primal power of this creature can cleanse impurities and neutralize all negative corrosive effects."
It's perfect for repairing your battered and bruised body.
He muttered to himself, his eyes gleaming with the focused and inquisitive light of a researcher discovering an unprecedentedly rare sample.
"Repair the body?"
Ginny tilted her head, looking at the little thing curled up and trembling on the lab table, her tone as calm as if she were asking about the specific cooking steps of a new dish.
"How do I repair it?"
A subtle, enigmatic smile played on Hick's lips. He didn't answer directly, but instead turned his gaze to Rabble, who stood silently in the corner of the room like a shadow.
"Was the process smooth?"
His voice was flat, and it was impossible to tell whether he was satisfied or dissatisfied, as if he was simply confirming a fait accompli.
Labour bowed slightly, his voice flat and even, as if reporting on something unrelated to him: "Target Raff has been confirmed and eliminated. Moon Fox suffered no physical damage during the capture and is in perfect condition. However, at the last moment of the operation, it encountered interference from an unidentified group."
He succinctly explained the appearance of the Arnold family, especially how the girl named Sena's shout of "Stop!" distracted his subordinates and Raf, leading to his instant kill!
The subsequent conversation with Kyle Arnold and the final decision to let him go were presented objectively and clearly.
There was no personal emotional bias added, nor was there any justification for his decision.
After hearing this, Hick's face showed a strange expression, as if he had heard an extremely absurd yet slightly ironic joke.
"The Arnold family—how could they be so kind as to use a righteous scream to precisely execute the very person they wanted to protect for their enemy?"
He shook his head slightly, his tone carrying a condescending, knowingly absurd, playful tone.
"Such pure naiveté" is truly rare. No wonder their family has been able to expand their business far and wide using that beautiful facade of "absolute neutrality and fair trade."
Sometimes, extreme and unaware naiveté is the best disguise, or—
A blunt weapon that could accidentally injure friendly forces?
He didn't take it too seriously, as if he had just heard a mosquito buzzing in his ear and brushed it away without a second thought.
The Arnold family's sphere of influence does not directly conflict with his core interests.
"Well handled. Unnecessary troubles should be minimized."
Hick waved his hand, indicating that the matter should be dropped, and his attention quickly shifted to the more important reward.
He looked at Rabul, his tone carrying a clear assurance: "Prepare yourself. In a few days, I will personally perform the transformation ceremony for your advancement to a full-fledged wizard. You did very well this time. As for those people—deal with them yourself!"
"Thank you for your kindness, sir! I will do my utmost! Those bastards will definitely receive the punishment they deserve!"
Rabble suppressed his excitement, bowed deeply, and expressed his determination to show no mercy!
Seeing that Hick's attention had completely returned to the lab table, he bowed slightly again, like ink dissolving in water, silently taking a few steps back and disappearing back into the deepest shadow of the room, as if he had never existed.
"As for how to use it—"
Hick's gaze returned to Ginny's pale face, then swept over the trembling little white beast.
"The most direct and efficient method is to extract its heart blood and some active bone marrow, supplemented with moon shadow grass,..."
Several specific spiritual materials, such as Soul-Gathering Dew, are used to refine this original repair potion.
He paused, then pointed his finger at the Moon White Fox.
"However, this little guy is clearly still in its infancy, and its power has not yet fully matured. Extracting it all at once will result in a huge loss of energy, and it would be fortunate if the final effect is even half of what was expected. Moreover, it will wither and die immediately."
He then changed the subject, seemingly having thought of another, more interesting plan.
"Another method is to temporarily enter into an ancient soul symbiosis contract. This involves synchronizing it with a portion of your soul's frequency, allowing its pure primal power to flow slowly and continuously into your body like a stream, gently nourishing and repairing your damaged soul and body."
He paused, seemingly observing Ginny's reaction, before continuing, "This process will be very slow and may require months or even years of continuous guidance to completely eradicate your hidden danger. But the advantage is that it's a gradual process, causing less harm to the body itself, and you can even continue to benefit as it grows."
"The downside is that you need to take good care of it and ensure its health and growth for the contract to be stable."
Ginny listened quietly, almost without the slightest hesitation.
She extended a slender, almost transparent finger and very carefully and gently touched the Moon White Fox's cool, moist little nose.
"Then—let's keep it."
She spoke softly, and in her usually calm and unwavering eyes, a rare glimpse of pure pity for small and adorable creatures, a quality that should be present in a girl her age, was revealed.
"It looks so pitiful. And it would be such a shame if it died."
Hick raised an eyebrow, seemingly surprised by the answer, but upon reflection, he found it reasonable.
Ginny's "kindness" seems to have a more pragmatic tendency, and is also more—
It aligns with the long-term interests of his laboratory—a living, continuously growing rare specimen is always more valuable than a disposable consumable.
"what ever."
He shrugged indifferently.
"The rune array of the symbiotic contract is a bit more complicated to draw, and the operations involving the soul level are more delicate—but it is also more interesting."
For Hick, "fun" and "challenging" are always the keywords that get him motivated.
He immediately began to work, precisely taking out a series of powders that shimmered with a dim light, a solvent that exuded a strange aura, and a set of crystal engraving knives as thin as a feather from the material shelf next to him.
"Come here, Ginny. The first step of the contract requires a drop of your fingertip blood and a drop of its heart's blood to undergo initial fusion and spiritual resonance in the ground moonstone powder—"
Ginny immediately stepped forward, rolled up her sleeves without hesitation, revealing her overly pale and slender arms with visible pale blue veins.
There was no fear on her face, only focused seriousness, like the most obedient student, ready to strictly carry out every instruction that Hick was about to give.
The light in the laboratory seemed to spontaneously concentrate around the central experimental table, enveloping Hick, Ginny, and the Moon White Fox whose fate had been quietly and completely changed in a cool and focused halo.
A slow, ancient, and secretive soul-binding ritual is about to begin quietly in this room filled with cold experimental equipment and bizarre biological specimens.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the forest, the Arnold family, who believed they had escaped by sheer luck, were unaware that their leader, whom they saw as a group of "cold-blooded butchers," merely regarded their appearance as a trivial, even somewhat comical, episode.
They would never have known that the spoiled Miss Sena, who believed herself to represent "justice," was trying in her own way to "make amends" for what she considered to be the "mistakes" her brother had made due to "cowardice."
She may not be able to confront those powerful "thugs" head-on, but she firmly believes that the evil in the world must be exposed!
Justice must be served!
So, at a makeshift campsite, while her brother Kyle was busy setting up a warning array and planning their next evacuation route, Sena secretly took out a small, exquisite family communication rune stone inlaid with a light blue conductive gem.
She bit her lip, her eyes flashing with a mixture of lingering fear, anger, and self-righteous determination, as she began to input information into the rune stone.
She wanted to report everything she had seen and heard here—especially the cruel acts of the group of black-clad "executioners," their formidable strength, and the approximate location of their possible stronghold!
She embellished and subjectively reported to an elder in the family who had always doted on her and was also known for his "rigid and upright" ways.
She believed that the powerful Arnold family would never stand idly by while such atrocities occurred in areas on the fringes of their influence!
She believed the elders would send a truly powerful figure to punish evil!
She wants to summon "justice" as she understands it in her own way!
A faint blue light flickered rapidly in her palm a few times before fading away.
A message filled with speculation, emotional descriptions, and the potential to cause completely uncontrollable turmoil has already crossed space and been quietly sent out.
The forest remained silent, but undercurrents stirred by naivety and obsession had begun to quietly surge in places unknown to anyone.
A few hours later.
The lighting in the laboratory returned to its usual cool tone.
Ginny slowly opened her eyes. She could clearly feel an unprecedented, faint yet real connection between herself and the Moon White Fox in her arms, who seemed to have fallen asleep due to exhaustion.
What almost brought her to tears was the state of her body, which was constantly suffering from weakness and hidden pain, and seemed on the verge of breaking apart at any moment.
There is a gentle and pure warm current, like the thawing stream in early spring, flowing slowly but continuously!
Wherever it goes, the deep-seated coldness and powerlessness are gradually dispelled and repaired.
Although the changes are still subtle, they are a continuous and hopeful transformation!
"Thank you—Lord Hick!"
She looked at Hick, who was wiping the fine beads of sweat from his forehead with a soft cloth and looked somewhat tired, and her ruby-like eyes were filled with sincere and intense gratitude.
The intractable disease that had tormented her for years and was almost given a death sentence has finally seen the light of a complete cure!
"You're my chief assistant, so of course I won't abandon you."
Because Ginny had no magic at all, the entire incredibly complex contract ritual was almost entirely led and energy-output by Hick alone, which was obviously more mentally taxing than he had anticipated.
But he still responded to Ginny's thanks, after all, this was his "discount magic weapon" and a precious experimental partner.
[Current number of experimental points: 5872! Projects that can be solidified ————]
Glancing at the enormous sum of money in his mind, Hick felt his mental fatigue vanish instantly, leaving him feeling refreshed and relaxed!
Among these contributions, Ginny's unique "discounted" blood saved him at least 2000 points of consumption! It's no exaggeration to say that she was the number one contributor to his laboratory!
"Once your physical condition stabilizes and improves, I will try to guide you and see if I can help you become a wizard," Hick continued.
Initially, he only wanted to cure Ginny, but now that success was in sight, his greedy instincts made him want to go further.
If Ginny, an ordinary person, has such a huge impact, imagine how much more valuable she would be to him if she possessed magic and became a true wizard!
Listening to Hick's words, Ginny hugged the warm little beast in her arms tightly, and the last trace of alienation and apprehension caused by past experiences in her eyes completely disappeared.
She looked up at Hick, her voice more resolute than ever before: "I want to be your true assistant!"
Hick was taken aback for a moment, then smiled and replied, "You already are, you always have been."
Ginny shook her head vigorously, her clear red eyes fixed on Hick, and said, word by word, "An assistant like Mr. Rabble! Possessing—power, able to handle much more for you than just organizing equipment and keeping records!"
Hick's smile faded slightly, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes before transforming into a probing expression that was neither a smile nor a frown, as he gazed at the seemingly frail yet surprisingly eloquent girl before him.
"You should know what this means. This idea—was it your own, or—"
Ginny's expression remained calm, yet carried an undeniable seriousness: "It's something I came up with after observing it. But I did it voluntarily, Hick—Sir! I hope I can be more useful."
Seeing the unwavering resolve in Ginny's eyes, which was clearly not a momentary impulse, Hick completely abandoned his casual attitude.
He remained silent for a moment, as if reassessing the girl before him.
Finally, he nodded, his voice steady and clear: "As you wish, Ginny."
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