Chapter 519: She Can Be Saved

When Lante saw Elise’s completely black eyes, his expression changed instantly. “The Soul-Seeking Spell?!”

“You know about this spell?” Sean asked.

“I do.” Lante nodded, his expression grave. “It’s one of the few offensive spells on the Necromancy Path, and it’s incredibly destructive to the soul. A Wizard of the same or a lower Tier will die instantly on contact. That’s why it’s also known as the Instant Death Curse.”

‘The Instant Death Curse… Great.’

‘Diana, you just wait!’

Sean took a deep breath and asked Lante, “Can she be saved?”

“Don’t tell me there’s no hope. I don’t want to hear it.”

Lante: “…”

‘What was he supposed to say? He couldn’t lie and say yes if the answer was no.’

One of an Alchemist’s principles was to be pragmatic. Because of their understanding of Magic Potions and the human body, they often filled the role of a “doctor.” And telling a patient their true condition was a doctor’s most basic professional ethic.

She could either be saved or she couldn’t.

Fortunately, Lante spotted an extremely faint ring of white at the edge of Elise’s eyes. The whites of her eyes hadn’t been completely “swallowed,” which meant her soul hadn’t truly dissipated. It was just critically injured and on the verge of collapse.

This meant one of two things: either the person who attacked Elise hadn’t fully mastered the Soul-Seeking Spell and failed to unleash its full power, or the complete opposite was true—their understanding of the spell was so profound that they had deliberately held back to avoid killing her instantly.

Either way, she could still be saved.

“Okay, good, good!”

Hearing Lante say this, Sean finally let out a sigh of relief.

He immediately pulled Elvire to her feet to make room for Lante. “I’ll get you some water. Hurry and save her.”

Lante: “…”

‘Wait, is he serious?’

Sean: “What is it?”

Lante: “I’m an Alchemist, not a real doctor.”

‘Even a real doctor couldn’t just save someone on the spot like that!’

‘He didn’t have any instruments or medicine.’

‘He wasn’t some mystical Eastern Witch Doctor who could cure someone with a few needles.’

Sean: “…”

“I got too ahead of myself.”

He gave an awkward cough and said, “Mr. Lante, just tell me what you need.”

Lante looked at Elise. “Her condition is serious. I’ll need to add an ingredient called True God Grass to the soul-restoring Magic Potion.”

“I can brew the potion in half a day, which means we must get our hands on the True God Grass within two days.”

Sean frowned slightly. “True God Grass? What does it look like? Which family has it?”

He’d never heard of the ingredient.

But the name Lante said next was one he knew all too well—

“The Wolf Family,” Lante said.

True God Grass has extremely strict growing conditions, with specific requirements for climate, temperature, and soil. Only the environment in Krim State meets this standard. This wasn’t just true for True God Grass; it was the same for many other ingredients, even those used in common medicines like cold remedies. While other states might have them, none could match the quality of those produced in Krim State.

The environment in Krim State was truly perfect for cultivating all sorts of raw materials, which was why its medicines were so famous. Many hospitals from other states would even order their supplies from Krim.

“I get it,” Sean said.

‘All the good stuff in Krim State belonged to the Wolf Family. And since we just took them down a while ago, with the Long Night Union leading the charge… I should just call the Night Watcher directly.’

Sean got the Night Watcher’s number from Sopea and called him directly.

The call connected quickly.

“Hello, who’s this?” The Night Watcher’s voice was as raspy as ever.

“It’s me, Sean.” Sean got straight to the point. “You led the raid on Wolf Castle last time. You must have found an Alchemy Material called True God Grass, right? I need it urgently. Can you air-freight some over? Name your price.”

The Night Watcher was delighted to hear this.

‘Well, well, Sean. So your day has finally come.’

‘Have you forgotten how you treated the Long Night Union?’

‘Now it’s your turn!’

“True God Grass, True God whatever… Never heard of it.”

The Night Watcher said, “All I’ve got here are a few bottles of mineral water. You want those?”

Sean: “?”

‘This old bastard, still holding a grudge, are we?’

“I’m not joking!”

Sean repeated, “My friend is critically injured and dying. She needs True God Grass to live.”

“And what’s that got to do with me?” the Night Watcher said deliberately. “She’s your friend, not mine.”

Sean: “?”

“Night Watcher!”

He raised his voice, his anger showing. “Don’t make me order you!”

‘He didn’t want to reveal his identity to too many people—it would only attract trouble. But if this was the only way to make the Night Watcher obey and send the True God Grass to Alola Town to save Elise, then he didn’t mind letting the man know exactly who he was messing with.’

When the Night Watcher heard Sean’s choice of words, he almost sputtered with laughter. “You’re going to *order* me?”

“Kid, are you getting a little too full of yourself?”

‘Never mind the fact that Sean was the one begging him for a favor right now. Even if that weren’t the case, where did a mere Tier Three like Sean get the audacity to use the word “order” on a Tier Six like him?’

“Do you think you’re a Grand Mage or something?” A mocking smile played on the Night Watcher’s lips.

But he had forgotten one thing, and his smile quickly vanished.

Elise snatched the phone away.

She couldn’t stand to listen anymore.

‘How dare he be so rude to her Master! And Sister Elise was waiting for that True God Grass to save her life!’

‘A Grand Mage, you say?’

“My Master isn’t, but I am!”

Elise yelled into the phone, “You should still remember my voice, right?”

“Old man, I’m giving you one hour. Get the True God Grass here immediately. Otherwise, my sister and I will come over right now and flatten your goddamn Long Night Union!”

“Do you hear me?!”

Night Watcher: “…”