sinovels Chapter 339: My Wine!
Chapter 339: My Wine!
"How are your people doing now?" Thoren asked while raising his head. "Do you have enough portions to treat everyone properly?"
Although he did not know every detail surrounding the situation, a lingering feeling of guilt remained inside his heart.
The possibility that the beast tide had been triggered because of him prevented him from ignoring the wounded people.
As for those who had already lost their lives, there was nothing he could do for them anymore except seek vengeance on their behalf.
"Enough portions?" Solenne repeated while shaking her head slowly.
"Alchemists are extremely rare throughout the Bleeding Desert. We once had a talented alchemist working with our guild, but he was assassinated by one of our enemies. Since then, we have been forced to rely upon outsiders for our potions."
"And now, we have already used every reserve potion available, and even that was not enough." Her voice carried obvious frustration and restrained anger.
Targeting support professions was considered an unwritten taboo among most factions.
Unfortunately, many guilds no longer cared about such rules. Their enemies had deliberately eliminated the guild’s alchemist, crippling a crucial part of their strength.
For several months, every guild member had been forced to fight carefully and remain in large groups.
Several promising ruins remained unexplored because the risks were simply too high. The guild could only survive by hunting beasts and selling their materials.
And now, after the devastating beast tide, their situation had become even worse.
With those thoughts constantly burning inside her mind, Solenne wished she could find those responsible and hang their heads from the town gates as a warning.
Unfortunately, reality rarely granted such simple wishes.
A heavy sigh escaped from her lips.
Whoosh!
Before Solenne could react, several glass bottles suddenly appeared upon the table.
The bottles gleamed softly beneath the room’s dim lighting.
"W-What..." she stammered while staring blankly.
"These are ten Peak Iron Grade Healing Potions," Thoren said casually.
Then he waved his hand again. Another group of bottles appeared instantly.
"And these are ten Peak Iron Grade Blood Recovery Potions."
Looking at the twenty potions covering the table, Solenne’s eyes widened dramatically. Her jaw nearly dropped onto the floor.
Peak Iron Grade Potions! The words echoed repeatedly throughout her mind.
She had seen Peak Iron Grade Potions before. However, she had never seen such a quantity gathered together so casually.
Her breathing quickened immediately.
She swallowed hard several times.
Only then did she realize her throat had become completely dry.
Far too dry.
She wanted to speak immediately. Unfortunately, no words emerged from her mouth. Watching her reaction, Thoren frowned slightly.
"Are they still not enough?" he asked honestly.
From his perspective, twenty Peak Iron Grade Potions should be sufficient to stabilize most injured guild members. Seeing her expression, however, made him wonder whether he had underestimated the severity of their injuries.
Just as he prepared to purchase more potions from the Abyssal Market, Solenne finally recovered her voice.
"What do you mean, are they enough?" she exclaimed loudly.
Her voice rose several octaves immediately. "This is more than enough. This is far beyond enough."
She stared at the silver haired young man silently. For a long moment, she could not find the appropriate words. Previously, she had believed she was slowly beginning to understand him.
Now she realized how mistaken she had been. Everything she thought she knew represented only a tiny fraction of the truth.
The more she learned about him, the more mysterious he became.
"Thank you," she said sincerely. "Thank you very much. This means more than you can possibly imagine."
"It’s nothing important," Thoren replied while dismissively waving his hand.
"No, it is important," Solenne insisted immediately.
Although she had no idea where Thoren acquired such valuable potions, she understood one undeniable fact.
Obtaining them could not have been easy. Yet he had handed them over without demanding anything in return. Most people would have used such resources as bargaining chips.
Others would have demanded favors or loyalty.
Thoren simply gave them away.
"Thoren, from this day forward, the Crimson Arc Guild shall stand beside you through life and death." Her expression became extremely serious.
"Your battles shall become our battles."
"Your enemies shall become our enemies."
"If you point toward a target, we shall not hesitate."
"This is my solemn promise."
Hearing those words, Thoren became visibly stunned. He had only provided the potions because of the slight guilt in his heart. Deep down, he strongly suspected that Cressida had targeted Mantis Town because of him.
Unfortunately, Solenne had completely misunderstood his intentions. Quickly, he shook his head.
"You do not need to promise anything," he replied seriously. "Besides, I do not need such promises."
"We are already allies. Have you forgotten that already?"
"So please stop making unnecessary declarations."
Solenne simply stared at him quietly.
Her expression revealed everything.
She had heard his words.
She simply had no intention of listening.
Thoren immediately felt a headache. "This is becoming troublesome," he muttered inwardly.
Suddenly, Solenne’s gaze shifted toward the table.
"Is that wine?" she asked curiously.
Before Thoren could respond, she reached forward and grabbed the empty jar. Then she paused.
"It is empty?"
She looked directly into his eyes.
The meaning behind her expression was perfectly clear.
She wanted some.
Shaking his head helplessly, Thoren retrieved another wine jar from his inventory.
Before he could even remove the cork, Solenne snatched the jar from his hands.
Pop!
The cork flew away instantly, and she raised the jar and took a sip.
Hmm!
Her eyes widened dramatically. "My goodness!"
She stared at the jar with disbelief. "Where did you get this wine?"
Her voice contained genuine amazement. "I could probably kill someone just to drink this every day."
Before Thoren could respond, she tilted the jar upward.
Glug. Glug. Glug.
Several seconds later, the entire jar was empty.
Thoren stared silently.
His eyes widened gradually.
Meanwhile, Solenne placed the empty jar upon the table with complete satisfaction.
A pleasant smile spread across her face. Across from her, Thoren sat frozen.
Only one thought remained inside his mind.
My wine! He screamed in his mind.