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"Boyd?"
Lind didn't expect the Painter to appear here, but the two weren't close; at most, he had painted a portrait for him.
"How is he?"
"Not very well."
"It seems I must make a trip to the Pustule Exiles' outpost myself."
To be fully prepared, Magic Potions were indispensable, and such an exceptional asset, if not seized in hand, always felt like a waste to Lind.
"Anything else?" Lind was on his way back to his arranged room to rest, as later he still had to discuss the preparations for the next step with William.
After that, under Mico's watchful eye, he would drink the last bottle of Magic Potion and advance to Hero Rank, tonight!
"A deserter has appeared in your team," the Crystal Mage said.
"What's his name?" Lind frowned.
Deserters had never appeared in his team before; if defeat was certain, seeing soldiers who cherished their lives desert was normal, but at this stage, with no danger or enemies encountered, a deserter seemed rather abrupt.
