"How did you become so strong?" Miller still wanted to fight, but he forced himself to keep shouting. Fresh blood flowed out of his body and bloomed on his robe.
"Boss, let's go." The lackey looked terrified and begged without caring about his image. "The other side is too strong. Let's wait for a while and come back."
Miller turned to look at his two underlings. They were only high-level apprentices, and they were completely helpless against Michael's attacks. At this moment, their bodies were like torn rags, bleeding everywhere.
The big guy's underling was in a better condition and was still standing on the spot. The one-eyed man's ribs and legs seemed to have been broken. His white bones pierced through his flesh from his chest and abdomen and were exposed. The magic staff that mages treasured the most was now used as a walking stick to support his body, barely following Miller.
"I can't just let it go like this... Cough!" The one-eyed dragon's eye revealed a fierce look. Perhaps it was because he was too heavily injured, but blood gushed out from the corner of his mouth as soon as he opened his mouth.
"If you leave now, I can let bygones be bygones." Michael wiped his staff in disgust and said, "I don't want your lives yet."
He had never expected a Tier 3 Mage to strengthen his body so much. Michael had originally planned to just beat these hooligans back, but he had never expected that a simple attack would end up in such a state. He had even stained his brand-new staff with sticky blood.
"Let's go." Miller sprinkled a bottle of hemostatic powder on the one-eyed man's body, which slightly stopped the bleeding on his body. However, for more serious injuries, he would probably have to spend money to go to the academy's treatment room to find a Healing Mage to treat them.
"I won't let you off!" Miller waved his hand to signal his lackeys to leave with him. Seeing this, the other underling hurriedly carried the heavily injured one-eyed man and fled. It was so fast that it was as if a ghost was chasing after it.
"This is so satisfying."
"That's right. I've long disliked this group of people."
"Finally, someone has taught them a lesson."
Seeing Miller run away with injuries, the onlookers cheered. Some even said that Miller deserved it. If not for the fact that Michael had yet to retract his Tier 3 Mana Suppression, they would not have dared to approach him. Right now, someone would probably rush over and throw Michael into the air to cheer.
"Miller is very difficult to deal with. He will definitely cling to Michael like plaster in the future," a fat mage apprentice said worriedly.
"What are you afraid of? Didn't you see it just now? Michael knocked Miller down in one go," another mage apprentice commented. "What are you afraid of? At most, that hooligan will come again and fight again."
"Are you alright?" Michael walked over and extended his hand to Carl.
Carl thanked him generously. "Thank you for your help today. Otherwise, I would have been bullied to death. " Moreover, the mission that we fought so hard to snatch will also be snatched away by them."
Michael scanned Carl's body. His originally clean robe was now stained, and his delicate face was covered in scars. There was a thick dark green color under his left eye.
Michael suddenly thought of the healing potion he had concocted yesterday. Wouldn't it be a good opportunity to test the effects of his potion on this young man?
Michael took out a storage potion from his vault. Ever since he realized that the vault was huge and that he could invest anything in it, he had been very surprised. Michael treated the vault as his personal storage space.
Compared to the traditional storage bracelet, this space was not only convenient to use, but every time he took out something from it and handed it to others, it could be regarded as an investment and earn some benefits.
"You actually used the treasury space as an ordinary storage space," Little Bat rolled her eyes. "What a waste of a heavenly treasure."
Why do you care how I use it? Michael ignored the little bat and took out a healing potion from his inventory.
"Carl." Michael thought about what to say and said, "This is a healing potion I made. If you don't mind, you can try it. I can more or less help you treat it."
Carl took the light red healing potion, and a warm feeling flowed through his heart. He never thought that he would meet such a good person. Not only did he help him chase away the hooligans, but he also gave him medicine to treat his wounds.
When the onlookers saw the healing potion, they were also filled with emotions.
Advanced Healing Potions were also very rare. Just now, when the one-eyed man was beaten up so badly that his boss could not bear to take out magic potions and only gave him the hemostatic powder.
In such a short period of time, Michael's image in people's hearts had risen to another level.
It was said that the effects of the Advanced Healing Potion were very powerful. This was the first time these people had seen it. Now, they were all focused on Carl's actions.
Carl carefully drank a mouthful of the potion, and the green magic that symbolized life gently enveloped his entire body. The wounds on his body healed at a speed visible to the naked eye. Soon, there was no trace of them left. A warm feeling filled his body, and Carl felt that his magic power had greatly strengthened.
Seeing this, the others began to feel jealous.
He drank such a high-level potion.
Many mage apprentices had only heard of high-grade healing potions, but this was the first time they had seen one in real life.
There were even a few people who hated themselves for not accepting the quest and being picked on by Miller. That way, they might be able to get a bottle of high-grade healing potion to drink.
"You helped me chase away the hooligans and then healed me." Carl handed the rest of the potion to Michael. Although it was very good, he was not the kind of person who liked to take advantage of others. "From now on, you will be my benefactor. If you need anything, feel free to look for me. "
Michael placed the three bottles of high-grade healing potions he had just received into the treasury space and said, " Take this healing potion. If you encounter anything in the future, you can use it. "
"With your current strength, it's indeed a little dangerous to do the Dark Forest mission." Michael continued, "Why don't I do it with you? When the time comes, we'll split the reward 40-60. You get 60, and I get 40."
"What a profiteer. He used others to exchange for more potions and even made others shed tears of gratitude." Little Bat started complaining in Michael's mind. "Poor little Carl."
"It's none of your business. Didn't I also help him a lot?" Michael retorted in his mind.
"There's no need to go through so much trouble." Carl opened the mission book for Michael to see. "This is a team mission. After completion, everyone on the team will receive a reward. Miller came to snatch it because of this reward. He wanted me to do the mission with them to get the reward, and then snatch it away from me. "
Carl stopped there. He didn't say that Miller was going to use him as cannon fodder to do dangerous missions and let them pick up the rewards for free. If Miller and the others succeeded, Carl might not get anything after risking his life to complete the mission, but Miller and the others could lie at home and safely receive the reward.