Mixed Blessing System

“I am aware of that…” Lothur commented.

“Are you? Then why did Rebecca tell me that you ingested poisons, even though you knew the dangers of doing so in your physical condition?” She looked at him thoughtfully, ready to give her first lecture to this new student of hers.

Lothur bitterly laughed and answered her. “I believe that only by stimulating my body to the maximum will I be able to succeed in my journey. But, unfortunately, those poisonous baths did not seem enough, so I took it a step further by increasing the difficulty of my training.”

“But if my beautiful teacher has a way that is safe and at the same time effective, I will be happy not to take any more risks.”

Elisabeth sharpened her eyes as she heard this, interested in Lothur’s determination. “From your words, it seems that your ambition is not small. Tell me what you want, and maybe I’ll think of some good training for you…”

“I want to have total resistance to poisons.”

“Total resistance?” She stood up in surprise.

Unknown substances could still poison even powerful poison masters since reaching the level needed to withstand the worst poisons in this world was impossible.

Therefore, Elisabeth could not help but be shocked by this young man’s ambition, a newbie who knew nothing about this profession until a few days ago.

“Forget about it.”

“I have been in this profession for over 600 years and have only met mild resistance to Silver-grade poisons. And at the point I’m at, no matter how much I train, I can’t improve that trait without an advancement…” She said this part in a sighing tone.

Cultivation in this world could vary for endless reasons. But for poison masters, continuing to advance through the cultivation levels became more difficult than for a traditional cultivator.

The reason for this?

Using poisons as the foundation of one’s cultivation base, one would depend upon the poison arts to continue advancing. That meant that such an individual would have to continually increase their resistance to poisons to continue advancing, something problematic to do.

Poisons could cause damage to such people’s bodies but also create adverse effects on their souls, unbalancing that individual’s path.

This field was a constant challenge for its professionals, who had to continually push to the limit of what was acceptable, risking their physical and mental condition at every moment.

A single mistake in doing so and the poison master in question could damage their foundation, be poisoned, and then gain physical and psychological deformities.

That was the reason why poison masters had a negative reputation in Concordia!

Sooner or later, most of them failed at something and ended up paying for the consequences of their choices.

Cases like Elisabeth’s were rare. Most poison masters of her age would already have several problems related to such mistakes.

“600 years?” Lothur opened his mouth in surprise. ‘I didn’t expect that…’

“Oh? Surprised? Are you by any chance disgusted that you kissed someone so old, my dear student?” She lost her regretful expression and played with Lothur.

“No, even if you were a thousand years old, I would still be willing to do much more than just kiss you…” He smiled. “I’m just impressed with how well the poison art has done you. You must be talented!”

She liked Lothur’s compliment and said. “You are kind to say so, but I’m not that talented. At least not if I cannot become a 3-star poison master.”

“I’m sure it won’t take long, teacher. I feel you will get there from your current level in no time.”

“Oh? You can sense my level?” She was surprised by this information from Lothur.

Elisabeth could not sense any cultivation coming from him, so she did not understand how he could sense her cultivation.

Lothur laughed, but he did not regret talking to her about it. This woman was already his teacher, so her knowing that he was a cultivator would not be a problem.

“Yes, I can feel something…”

She walked over to him and held his right wrist, once again trying to check him. “And why don’t I feel anything from yours?”

“Hehe, that’s a secret.” He winked at her. “But if the teacher gives me another kiss, I can tell you…”

She was distracted hearing that but did not bother pursuing the subject and told him. “Who knows, another day. Now let’s talk about your training. First, we will test your resistance to more potent substances.”

“I will decide on a more effective training for you without you having to take risks like before.” She walked over to a tub that was in her workplace and began to make some preparations.

“You can take off your clothes in the bathroom next door. We’ll do something similar to what Rebecca did to you the other time.” She said without looking at him.

Lothur then simply took off his clothes in that place and walked over to that tub, not caring about the chill in his nether parts. ．𝘦𝘵

“You’re truly bold, huh?” She noted this, looking down at the middle of his legs. “Well, let me make you suffer a little for showing that to your teacher…”

…

Meanwhile, in Lewerenz…

After a full day of travel, Harry’s master had traveled hundreds of kilometers from his city to there, finally meeting the coachman of his disciple’s carriage.

“What happened to Harry? Why don’t I have any information about his whereabouts yet?” He asked in an irritated tone to not only that coachman but the rest of the Wehrle family, who were investigating the disappearance of such a person.

Noticing the irritation in his voice, even Harry’s parents, who were worried about the whereabouts of their future, were afraid to irritate this man for his failings.

They cared about Harry, but not as much as this person. And sensing that, they could not help but worry more about being disliked by this man than about their son’s vital status.

“Master Magnus, calm down a bit. I’m sure Harry is having fun with some girl and doesn’t want to be found by the hour…” So, that fellow’s father was saying but was soon interrupted.

“Is that so? Then why did I lose contact with my subordinate who was supposed to investigate Harry’s whereabouts? Is he also out having fun with girls?” He sarcastically asked, sensing how useless his disciple’s family was.

Silence spread over that area until the coachman said. “Master, I have no idea what might have happened to the young master. But he, as well as Mister Pascal, were after a young man named Lothur.”

“That person was on the Herrmann family estate a few days ago, and on that occasion, he seems to have irritated the young master. After that, the young master went out to deal with him, and I have not heard from him since then.”

“Mr. Pascal knew this and was determined to pursue this Lothur when he left Lewerenz on Sunday night.”

“Oh? Lothur, eh? Where is he? Where is he from?” That figure asked.

Harry’s mother then replied. “We don’t know who he is. But he came here from Peters City, from the Morning Star Academy. So, he must have returned there after leaving Lewerenz.”

“The Morning Star Academy?” That man’s eyebrows frowned.

He was powerful in the province, but some of the powers with members in that academy were beyond his reach. So, he could not help but worry.

‘In any case, it’s okay to investigate… If it’s someone without much support, I’ll be able to deal with that person and find out what happened between him and Harry.’

‘If it’s someone influential, I’ll just have to try to understand the situation on my own and forget about any problems.’

“Very well, I will go to Peters City to understand whatever happens!”