"Are you alright, Master Bennett?" Master Alfred jumped off his wolf. He was worried because he saw Abel lying amongst a puddle of blood.
"Thanks for your timely aid, Master Alfred. Don't worry, though. I can handle this myself."
Abel was thankful that Alfred Master showed up at the right time. If he had shown up a bit later, he would've had to expose his true strength by using a wizard spell against the assassins.
"Poisoned arrows!" Master Alfred called out as he noticed the black shine on the arrow. Luckily, Abel's golden combat qi was preventing the poison from entering his vital organs. Even with Alfred, he could still stand up on his own two legs.
"Stop moving, Master Bennett! You'll make the poison reach your heart faster!" said Master Alfred, holding onto Abel.
Abel said, waving his hand dismissing his concerns, "It's nothing. Just a little bit of poison."
Master Alfred took out a wooden brush from his portal bag. He brushed the arrow with it, and a horrified look appeared on his face.
"Dark scorpion poison! How can you still move then, sir?"
"Is that what's called?" Abel asked as he was already starting to tend his own wounds, "Tell me more about it. I'm not an expert in the field of brewing poisons."
Abel could feel the poison surging through his veins. Normally, something like this could be handled with just his golden combat qi. It was a little different this time, so it seemed. Instead of breaking down the substances that were in this poison, the most his body could do was to block it out as much as possible.
Without answering his questions, Master Alfred took out a golden potion from his portal bag and handed it to Abel, "Here, drink this! It's a poison antidote potion. It won't clear it, but it'll slow it down!"
Noticing Master Alfred's concerns, Abel drank the potion as soon as he got it.
Master Alfred explained, "The poison is from the stringer of a dark scorpion. The dark scorpion is not native to the Double Moon Forest. Its home is in the northern parts of the Holy Continent, and just by a simple touch, the venom that it releases is enough to bring down a giant bear."
Master Alfred scanned around Abel again. To him, it's an absolute miracle that the boy in front of him was alive, "It seems that the assassins really want your life. Money or otherwise, I'm sure that the poison cost them quite a lot. The poison antidote potion I gave you can only suppress the symptoms of the poison. It's best if you go back to the guild, we'll figure something out together!"
"No need, Master Alfred," Abel said confidently, "This poison isn't affecting me too much. Give me a day. My body will overcome it soon enough."
Master Alfred was hesitant at first, but this was a fellow master alchemist speaking here. If Abel didn't know what he was saying, there was no way that he would make a request like this.
"Master Alfred, do you know who the assassins were?" Abel's heart sunk as he thought about the terrifying black flame.
"Yes," Alfred replied in an angry tone, " They are the dark elves. These animals disbanded a while ago, but there's no doubt about it."
At that moment, someone riding a giant wolf showed up in front of the blacksmithing guild. It was a druid, an intermediate druid. Despite being around 10 meters away, Abel could sense the incredible power that was fuming out of him.
"You're here too, Master Alfred. Was this your doing?" An elven druid greeted Master Alfred with a bow.
"Yes, Captain Lionel," Master Alfred greeted in return, "Our Master Alchemist has just been attacked by some dark elves. Can you believe how low these scum are?"
The druid named Lionel was surprised. Attacking a master alchemist was no small matter. As he took a look at Abel, he noticed the master and lord badges on his clothes, as well as the bloodstains and gausses on his waist and thigh.
"I give you my sincerest apologies on behalf of the city guards," Lionel said to Abel, "Rest assured, We will provide an explanation to you and the alchemist guild. I'll need to learn more about the situation. Are you free right
now?"
"Captain Lionel, I'll be leaving to tend my wounds. If you have any questions, come to my house."
Abel didn't want to speak too much. For him, the most important thing right now was to get rid of the poison. Instead of talking more with Lionel, he jumped onto a white carriage nearby.
"Let's go back!" Abel said to the half-elven horse carriage driver, Archies. After hearing that, he recovered from the shock of the attack, quickly steering the carriage forwards.
"Wait..." Captain Lionel hadn't finished, but not much else could be said.
As the Captain of the Angstrom city guard, he recognized the white horse carriage that Abel was riding. Only a few people with high profile status have the privilege to use the grand ducal carriage. Thus, it was evident to him Abel was not an ordinary person.
Something didn't feel right for Lionel, though. He hurriedly asked Master Alfred, "Master Alfred, what was the name of the Master that just left?"
"It was Abel," Master Alfred replied.
"So it WAS him! Now that complicates things."
Captain Lionel knew of Master Bennett. In fact, he had a potion brewed from him before.
After looking around, Captain Lionel noticed the miniature crossbows on the 2 horse carriages. His face was filled with anger. This wasn't just a dark elves attack. The elven nobles were involved. The weapons belonged to the military.
A group of city guards had arrived on deer. By the command given by their captains, the area was under lockdown. Specialized city guards had also arrived to gather information.
Seeing that other city guards had come to take care of business, Lionel wanted to confirm something from Master Alfred. "Master Alfred," he asked, "This is a serious matter. I'll be heading to the Grand Ducal Palace to report on this matter."
As he finished saying that, a rune in his hand let out white light. He then vanished from the scene.
Due to blood loss, Abel's skin has turned pale. Archie knew that the injury was serious. He was driving at full speed. Luckily, the carriage he was using had special privileges in Angstrom City. No matter if it was a nobleman's horse carriage or a bunch of elven pedestrians, everyone moved as they saw him coming by.
"Master, what happened?"Steward Brewer asked with great concern Abel was returned to the mansion.
"I'm alright. I'll draw a defense magic circle. Don't let anyone interrupt my recovery!"
After saying that, Abel rushed back into the master's room. He opened a defense magic circle and barrier circle in the master's room. After that, he took out an Akara's tent from the personal storage box. If he wanted to completely cure himself of the dark scorpion poison, he had to synthesize the highest quality poison antidote potion there was.
Thankfully, he had all the ingredients from the guild. Within an hour, Abel has already made 9 blue rarity poison antidote potions. He's not stopping there, though. Even drinking a golden poison antidote poison wasn't enough.
Abel combined the 9 blue rarity poison antidote potions in the Horadric Cube. After repeating the process four times, he obtained a dark gold rank lightning poison antidote potion.
He opened the bottle and drank the liquid inside. Within a moment, the poison was miraculously soothed down by the potion.