After informing his leader of the amounts collected on the bodies of the enemies, the man who informed Vicente left to attend to his order regarding doctors for the group.
Left alone in his office, Vicente made an ugly face as he felt pain in his back. 'I need a healing potion.' He thought to himself.
Unfortunately, the potion he had was not suitable for Apprentices like him. If he drank it, even if it was meant to heal or even strengthen whoever consumed it, he might even explode!
The amount of mana one had in one's body was something very delicate. When one ingested something that would naturally 'bless' one's body with mana, one always had to be mindful of one's absorption capacity.
If they took in more than they could handle, they would run the same risk of increasing their cultivation and not increasing the number of Magic Pentagrams to stabilize their powers.
With that in mind, Vicente decided to find an alchemist when morning came.
