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"But I need quite a large amount. Would it still be possible to give me this price?" Gavin said, his expression slightly troubled, with a hint of embarrassment.
"May I ask, my lord, how much you require? If it's a large transaction, I'm afraid I'm not in a position to make such decisions," the manager replied with an apologetic look.
After a brief moment of contemplation, Gavin responded, "I need 50 units of this material."
"Ah, my lord, 50 units is not a problem, but our current stock may not be sufficient. I can only gather 7 units for now. For the missing materials, I'll have them transferred to you immediately. We have a treasury in the Old Town, and I guarantee the rest will reach you before the end of the tournament," the manager quickly answered.
Upon receiving Gavin's consent, he called over a servant, gave a few instructions, and then invited Gavin to sit. "Please, my lord, take a seat. Your goods will be here shortly, and I'll prepare the gold dragons for you."
Gavin, along with Tommen, hurriedly led the caravan's cart back to the camp. As soon as they arrived, a group of soldiers who had been waiting eagerly rushed to help unload the boxes. In no time, two enormous boxes were carefully placed inside Gavin's tent.
This time, Gavin had brought back a total of 100,000 gold dragons. After subtracting the 30,000 gold dragons owed to Tommen and the other soldiers, Gavin was left with an astonishing 70,000 gold dragons. This amount was undeniably enormous, enough to draw everyone's awe and attention.
After placing the box containing 30,000 gold dragons in the open space in front of the tent, Gavin called upon several highly respected veterans to organize the division of the gold.
The soldiers who had won the bets quickly gathered together, eagerly dividing the spoils. Their faces were flushed with excitement, each one beaming with uncontrollable joy. With wide smiles and high spirits, they couldn't stop praising Gavin.
With the materials in hand, Gavin's eyes gleamed with eager anticipation as he couldn't wait to experiment with the blood mage puppets. Coincidentally, one of the gladiators who had fought alongside him earlier in the morning had succumbed to his injuries and died from blood loss.
Remembering the matter he had asked Tommen to investigate before they left, Gavin's expression became serious as he pulled Tommen aside and whispered, "Did you find out what I asked about? What did they say?"
"I've already spoken to those two, Captain. The three of them were merely hired together by chance. The gladiator who passed away was not a companion of theirs. They said they wouldn't take the body and asked us to help with the burial," Tommen quickly replied.
Upon hearing this, Gavin let out a long sigh of relief and slowly said, "Go find a carriage later. After all, we fought side by side, so out of both respect and duty, it's only right that I bury him myself."
When Tommen heard this, his face instantly filled with surprise and admiration. He spoke with deep respect, "Captain, tasks like this can be left to me. Why trouble yourself to handle it personally?"
Hearing this, Gavin shook his head slightly and refrained from giving too much explanation. Instead, he firmly instructed, "Just follow my instructions. Let me know as soon as you're ready. This matter must be settled tonight."
Although Tommen felt a surge of doubt in his heart, he did not question Gavin's decision. Lowering his head in acknowledgment, he responded briefly before turning and hurrying off to make preparations.
As Tommen's departing figure slowly disappeared from view, Gavin showed no hesitation. He immediately turned around and strode into his tent, where he began racing against time to gather the materials required for the ritual.
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Late at night, when all was silent, Gavin, alone under the faint moonlight and the flickering glow of a torch in hand, drove a carriage into the depths of a desolate forest.
He had declined Tommen's offer of assistance and company, offering an excuse before setting out alone with the corpse.
The deceased gladiator was named Dasio, the very same who had wielded curved blades with remarkable skill in his earlier duel with Gavin.
Agile and swift, Dasio's attacks had been lightning-fast. Unfortunately, lured by a promise of substantial rewards, his life had ended in this place.
Gavin stripped Dasio of all his garments, exposing a deep wound that pierced through his abdomen. The torn flesh and exposed bone made it clear this grievous injury had been the cause of his death.
Under the wavering glow of the torchlight, Gavin began inscribing runes onto the corpse. His focus was unyielding, his every movement cautious and precise, fearing even the slightest mistake.
Beads of sweat began forming on his forehead as he worked with unwavering determination.
After two tense hours, Gavin finally completed the rune inscriptions. He carefully inspected his work multiple times, ensuring there were no errors. Only then did he exhale deeply, a wave of relief washing over him as he wiped the sweat from his brow.
He then retrieved the rudimentary blood transfusion device he had prepared earlier from the cart. It was a device made of a flexible leather water pouch filled with medicinal liquid and a thick cow vein. Compared to the infusion tubes Gavin had used in his past life, this one was extremely crude and primitive.
In Gavin's previous life, using such a crude contraption for treatment would likely hasten a patient's death.
Fortunately, in this world brimming with mysterious magic, the device merely served as a temporary substitute for the abilities of a blood mage, assisting Gavin in achieving his goal of blood replacement.
By now, the sky had begun to lighten with the faint glow of dawn. Despite having stayed up all night, Gavin felt more energized than ever, with no trace of fatigue.
Watching as the medicinal liquid was almost injected, he swiftly drew his dagger and slashed open his wrist. In an instant, a torrent of blood poured into the pouch, flowing like a breached dam. Gavin silently monitored the amount, enduring the intense dizziness caused by the rapid blood loss.
Finally, when he felt the blood had reached the right volume, Gavin quickly pulled a small vial filled with medicinal liquid from his pocket, He dropped his own blood into it, shook the vial briefly, and downed its contents in one gulp.
Astonishingly, the wound on his wrist began to heal at an incredible speed, visible to the naked eye. Within less than a minute, the gash had completely closed, leaving no trace of a scar behind.
Witnessing the miraculous effect of the potion, Gavin couldn't help but marvel at its power. Yet, he felt a pang of regret, knowing that once magical blood was added, the potion's shelf life would be reduced to a mere thirty minutes. Otherwise, he would have prepared additional reserves for future use.
Fixing his gaze on the slow infusion of blood, Gavin prayed silently. Given the current state of the magic tide and his reliance on such unconventional methods, his confidence in the success of the ritual was, in truth, quite low.
Suddenly, a surge of black blood gushed violently from Dasio's wound—a clear sign that the blood replacement process had succeeded. Gavin immediately placed his hand on the corpse's chest, his focus sharpened to its peak. He stood ready, waiting for the moment when the black blood ceased its flow.
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