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While everyone was crowding around Hamsuke, Momonga noticed that Nfirea did not join the others in praising it.
He kept his head lowered, looking preoccupied, forming a sharp contrast with the surrounding enthusiasm.
Could it be that he also thinks Hamsuke should be described as 'cute' rather than 'mighty'?
With this thought in mind, Momonga walked over to him and said thoughtfully, "Nfirea, you seem to have something on your mind."
Hearing this, Nfirea looked up at Momonga. His eyes, hidden beneath his hair, were filled with tension and worry. "Mr. Momon, please don't take away the Wise King of the Forest, okay?"
As he spoke, he lacked confidence, and his voice grew weaker and weaker.
However, the weakest people present were Silver-rank adventurers, and they heard his words clearly, casting curious and puzzled glances his way.
Nabe's pretty face turned cold as she glared at Nfirea. This leech actually wants the Supreme Being to give up a captured magical beast.
Mino tugged at Helant's sleeve curiously and whispered, "What's wrong with him?"
Helant chuckled. "He's worried about his little Enri."
I thought you were going to say Hamsuke doesn't deserve the words "mighty" and "fierce" at all.
Not getting the answer he expected, Momonga fell silent for a moment before reacting and asking, "Can you tell me why?"
Nfirea said heavily, "If the Wise King of the Forest is taken away, won't the magical beasts it used to restrain start attacking the village again?"
Especially Carne Village, where Enri is. "Theoretically, yes." Hamsuke nodded its large furry head, confirming Nfirea's words.
After receiving a definitive answer, the gloom in Nfirea's eyes deepened.
"I cannot grant your request..."
Momonga's words made Nfirea's heart sink to the bottom, as if he could already see Enri being attacked and killed by magical beasts.
"But I promise that for a period of time, I will have Hamsuke clear out the magical beasts in the forest that pose a threat to the village."
Nfirea instantly raised his head, his eyes lighting up.
"Really?"
Momonga nodded in affirmation.
Carne Village had been saved by him in the name of Ainz Ooal Gown. How could he let it be plagued by magical beasts?
Moreover, the girl Enri still held his Goblin General's Horn, and he was looking forward to her giving him a little surprise.
There was no way he would just stand by and do nothing.
After receiving Momonga's positive response, Nfirea was in a very good mood. He turned to Helant and said respectfully, "Mr. Helant, I must apologize to you."
Helant raised an eyebrow. "An apology?"
Nfirea continued, "Actually, I lied to you. My original purpose in hiring you and Mr. Momon was for the potion."
Potion?
Quaiesse pricked up his ears at once. Potions were strategic materials even in the Slane Theocracy.
Helant took out a bright red potion from his storage space, held it up in front of everyone, and asked knowingly, "For this?"
Seeing the blood-red liquid in the bottle, Quaiesse's eyes widened in shock. God's Blood!
The liquid was as pure red as blood. This was a potion that had only existed in the era of the Six Great Gods.
Its healing effect was so exaggerated that it could instantly restore someone on the brink of death to full health.
It was one of the Slane Theocracy's most precious treasures, second only to divine artifacts.
But how could Helant have it?
Quaiesse suppressed his confusion and excitement and continued to listen quietly.
"Yes, it's this bright red potion." Nfirea could not help taking a few steps forward, unconsciously reaching out to touch it.
Clack.
Nabe's face turned cold as she blocked Nfirea's hand with her scabbard. "Tapeworm, take your dirty hands away."
"Nabe, no need to be so tense." Helant gestured for Nabe to lower her scabbard and said casually, "It's just a bottle of potion."
"Catch." Helant tossed the potion straight to Nfirea.
In midair, the bright red liquid sloshed inside the bottle, reflecting an enchanting sheen.
Nfirea hurriedly caught it and complained, "Helant San, don't throw something this precious around so casually."
Even Quaiesse at the side looked pained. This was a treasure second only to a divine artifact. What if it broke?
"Is it really that precious?" Helant glanced indifferently at the potion in Nfirea's hand and said, "I can make as many of these potions as I want."
Make?
Nfirea and Quaiesse both showed shocked expressions. Being able to make as many of such precious things as he wanted?
He must be joking, RIGHT?
Seeing their looks of disbelief, Nabe's knuckles turned white as she gripped her sword, the hilt creaking. Reckless water flies. How dare you doubt the Supreme Being?!!
Seeing the skeptical and confused looks from Nfirea, Quaiesse, and the others, Helant calmly took out the medicinal herbs needed for potion refining from his spatial backpack.
"These are the herbs used for recovery potions."
Nfirea carefully identified the herbs Helant had brought out and found that aside from their high quality, there was nothing else unusual about them.
"Well then, I'm going to start."
Pure white mana in Helant's hand wrapped around the herbs like flowing water, and with a single thought...
[World Alchemist] activate.
As Helant's thought arose, the herbs wrapped in mana were instantly refined and condensed into drops of liquid in various colors.
Once the herbs were fully refined, the liquids seemed to take on a life of their own, intertwining and circling in Helant's hand.
They slowly blended from their initial multicolored state into a bright red.
Helant casually took a potion bottle, filled it with the liquid, and shook it in front of everyone.
"It's as simple as that."
Huff.. Huff.. Huff.. Huff... Nfirea's chest heaved violently, and his eyes were bloodshot.
He was a pharmacist. He understood better than anyone what this represented.
A pharmacist who could refine God's Blood at will had to be the greatest pharmacist in this world.
Huff.. Huff.. Huff.. Huff... God's Blood, whose value is second only to a divine artifact, was just made like that? Quaiesse's heart pounded wildly, his gaze fixed solely on the potion in Helant's hand.
Helant suddenly handed the potion to Quaiesse and said sincerely, "I'll give this bottle of potion to you. It should come in handy in the future."
Quaiesse held the potion with both hands. Even without opening it, he could sense the immense vitality contained within.
The real thing.
His gaze toward Helant grew increasingly fervent.
A pharmacist who could refine God's Blood. If he could be persuaded to join the Slane Theocracy, not only could the matter of my losing a world-class item be downplayed, it could even be exchanged for more resources.
The Slane Theocracy could also use Helant's hands to reach a new level of strength.
At that time, those Demon Gods and Dragon Lords would face an unprecedentedly powerful human force!
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