Medicine is a type of food right? Since it has herbs and all? Sil rung the bell, and thankfully medicine came out. He wanted to know his boundaries of what he could get.
So he ordered a medicine that could heal any injury!....Nothing happened. Alright, let's go milder. A medicine that can help heal injuries 10x faster!....A small vial popped up. Sil was confused.
A medicine that heals injuries 10x faster is counted as less then a medicine that could heal any injury???? Nonetheless, he fed the small vial to the man. After a few seconds, the man suddenly started shaking. Worried, Sil went up to him.
What he saw made him want to barf, the injuries were healing at a speed visible to the eye! He could see every skin and hair regrow back! Sil kept it in though...because he wanted to look cool....
After the healing was done, the man opened his eyes suddenly. Sil was jumped up in fear, but it just looked like he took a step back.
"Are you feeling better now?" Sil asked.
"..What did you feed me?" The man knew that it wasn't possible for his injuries to heal so fast, especially the chest wound. Only a grandmaster at medicine making would be able to create something like this. This young man here does certainly not fit the description...
"What I fed you doesn't matter, let's introduce ourselves. You can call me Sil." He sat down in a chair across from the man.
"..." A long pause sounded. Then the man spoke. "I'm Ornon, the Conjura of the North."
Sil had no idea what was a "Conjura" so he didn't ask.
"What type of flavor preferences do you like? Sweet or savory?"
Ornon widened his eyes, but he still answered. "I like savory beef soup with noodles."
"Alright before I make it though, I will need you to cover your head with a blanket." Sil didn't want to expose the bell, it was too precious. Even though it couldn't be used outside the house, Ornon didn't know that.
Ornon was confused but did it anyways. Sil quietly rang the bell and a piping bowl of soup appeared. He then got some soup for himself. He walked back over to Ornon.
"You can stop now." Ornon got the covers away and saw the soup...How did this man prepare it this quickly? Did he already know I would request this?! But how?...a prophet. It has to be a prophet...but prophets only come about every thousand years? And the one right now is still resting in the palace!
Sil had no idea of all the conclusions Ornon was making to himself.
Ornon suspiciously took the soup and drank it. He was immediately overwhelmed by the heavenly taste. It was perfect. It was better then all the meals the chefs made him at home! He didn't even care if it was poisoned now, he'd rather die by eating this!
Sil then ate a bit too.
"Ornon, I advise you leave here after you're done. It would be troublesome if the person who injured you came here." Sil didn't want Ornon to leave yet, but he was afraid of safety.
Ornon paused. "I understand your decision, but you are free to come with if you want." He wouldn't have invited someone like this normally, but he was pretty sure Sil was clear. After all, he had many chances to kill him but instead saved him.
"No thanks, I plan to live here for the rest of my life." Sil bowed his head. He really didn't plan to leave this place. Free food, nice shelter, carefree living, what more could you ask! Other then the fact he would maybe travel to look cool, he would still come back here.
"I see..." Ornon thought it was a shame that he couldn't eat this man's cooking again.
Sil thought of a idea. "However, I plan to open a small cafe to rest and eat in here. Maybe sometime in the future you could come and eat here."
Ornon thought Sil was reading his mind. "That would be nice, but do you need assistance to build it?" He wanted to eat here every so often as soon as he can.
"Hmmm, I do. But I need the materials first. Maybe i'll get it so that you can help build the cafe."
"Sure, i'll come back once every 3 months on the 4th." Ornon nodded.
After that, Ornon left leaving Sil alone again. Sil wanted to build a cafe to make his hermit image improve more.
"Hehehehhehe...I'll be renowned as the greatest prophet in the world!!!!" Sil laughed evilly.
Sil got ready for his expedition.
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As Sil was sleeping, he suddenly got the feeling of a prophecy coming. He let it happen. He found himself in a street at nighttime. There was no people around him and it was eerily quiet.
He nervously looked around. Then, he saw a red haired man stumbling out of a bar. A black haired woman with sharp eyes saw him, and smiled. The woman was very beautiful, but she had a bad feeling around her. It was like a snake type of aura.
The woman brought the man to the alleyway and started to flirt with the drunk man.