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Pure White Sanatorium.
Located on the northwest Adventurer's Guild street, it is, as its name describes, an extremely magnificent pure white palace, serving as the Dian Cecht Familia's base.
In the original work, there wasn't much description of this Familia.
However, through Eina of the Adventurer's Guild, Keare formed a basic impression of the Dian Cecht Familia and Amid, who single-handedly supported its operation.
Both were masters of Recovery.
The Familia's reputation was well-established; relying on excellent diplomatic skills, they often played a key healing support role in major events and were also very wealthy.
In contrast, himself.
As a second playthrough of a 'Legendary Hero', he had to explore the Dungeon every day, earning money by killing monsters—just thinking about it.
Keare's expression couldn't help but stiffen slightly.
"To what extent do I need to develop to become a true character?"
Saving the world or something.
This was not what he needed to consider right now, and Keare did not believe he possessed noble character; as a common person, he directly faced his desires.
Live in a villa, eat lavish meals, and get close to beautiful maidens.
But relying solely on Dungeon exploration, achieving this level was very difficult; coming to the Pure White Sanatorium, however, provided him with a whole new way of earning money.
Making potions?
With the 'Recovery' skill that could revert patients to their original state, why would he need these things? If he used the gimmick of healing injuries.
While earning money, could he also use 'Plunder' to fleece them?
"First, complete this material transaction, then consider these matters..."
The Dian Cecht Familia had no guards.
To be precise, no Adventurer would cause trouble here; injuries were inevitable during Dungeon exploration, and the most excellent physician was Amid.
Soon.
Keare found his target.
Looking at the beautiful maiden with silver hair tied into a high ponytail, dressed in a remarkably capable Familia uniform, he smiled easily and greeted her: "Long time no see."
"Miss Amid."
She had to receive many patient faces every day.
But the clear and handsome face of the brown-haired youth before her, Amid still had a vague impression; she frowned slightly and quickly recalled the experience from a few days ago.
The youth who was brought by Hestia for healing and inexplicably fainted.
"You are..."
"The patient who inexplicably fainted that day?"
Without asking the pointless question "Why is a patient coming to the hospital?", the maiden's sharp gaze continuously scrutinized Keare, but his vigorous mental state.
He didn't look like he needed healing at all!
"Yes, Miss Amid can call me Keare. I apologize for visiting you today, but I heard you needed drop items from the rare species Blue Butterfly."
A simple self-introduction.
Keare went straight to his purpose for coming to the Pure White Sanatorium; he took out the well-preserved package, and under the light, the blue wings shimmered brilliantly.
"There are 7 pairs in total. I wonder if Miss Amid still needs them?"
"You are..."
"You got the news from the Adventurer's Guild, right?"
It saved her trouble; she always entrusted such requests to the Adventurer's Guild, and the Blue Butterfly wings Keare brought were very timely.
Amid nodded gently, and she smiled softly:
"Since the information was obtained from the Adventurer's Guild, each pair will be priced at 20,000 valis. If there are more of these drop items in the future."
"You can come to the Pure White Sanatorium to find me."
"No problem."
"The valis for the Blue Butterfly wings might require you to wait a moment; the patient's current condition is not optimistic, and I need to deal with this first."
"Treating the illness is the most important thing."
"If I had known Miss Amid urgently needed this item, I should have sent it over last night." Keare waved his hand, not minding.
The price of 500,000 valis per bottle of panacea, the profit was unimaginable.
As for whether she would not pay, he was not worried that Amid would care about such a small amount of money.
"Keare, you've already arrived very timely." Amid couldn't dislike Keare's high-EQ remark.
She took the package and quickened her steps towards the side ward.
And out of curiosity for the "Battlefield Saintess," Keare, also a master of Recovery, suggested: "Um... can I watch?"
"I'm also... a support-type Adventurer, and I want to learn from a senior!"
The white-haired maiden paused slightly, her gaze carefully scrutinizing Keare, noticing the youth's sincere attitude from the heart.
She chose not to refuse.
After all, the number of healers in Orario was indeed very small, and in this regard, she was indeed considered a senior; thanks to the good impression just established.
"No problem."
"But don't disturb the patient's rest."
— —
The collected Blue Butterfly wings were not for making panacea, but for a different kind of potion, a rare material that could solve the patient's problem.
Just as Amid was concentrating on her work.
Keare's gaze fell on the Adventurer lying in the hospital bed, completely unconscious; even though he had prepared himself mentally, the scene before him was still gruesome.
Ulcerated skin, amputated legs.
It was hard to imagine what he had gone through to be injured to this extent!
Even if complete healing was possible with potions, this Adventurer's Dungeon exploration career could be said to have completely ended.
"..."
And Amid's movements were also very fast.
She quickly took the completed green potion and came to the patient, pouring it into his mouth, without 忌諱 Keare's presence.
She chanted softly:
"Healing drops of healing, tears of light, eternal sanctuary, call forth the medicine's melody here. Bury the wounds, send the curse of sickness to the other shore, send it to the core of light."
"In the name of the gods—I heal."
A soft light gradually enveloped the Adventurer on the hospital bed.
Combined with the double effect of the potion, the originally festering skin was healing at a visible speed, and even the patient's complexion was gradually improving.
As the light disappeared.
As a high-level healing magic, 'Dia Fratello' successfully healed the patient's obvious injuries.
But his severed legs were not restored by the magic's effect; catching Keare's curious gaze, Amid patiently explained:
"Properly combining potions."
"Can make healing methods more effective."
But when the maiden's gaze swept over the Adventurer's severed legs, she sighed regretfully: "But the healing effect is ultimately limited."
"Destroyed limbs cannot be restored; in this situation, only prosthetics can restore a normal life."
"..."
"As an Adventurer, one must have this awareness when exploring the Dungeon!"
It sounded a bit like adding insult to injury.
Facing Amid's gaze, Keare looked calmly at the patient and asked the curiosity deep in his heart: "Healing of this extent."
"How many valis does it cost?"
The maiden frowned slightly; although her actions... were also a commercial activity, life ultimately cannot be measured by money.
Amid's eyes turned cold, suddenly regretting her decision to let Keare observe; suppressing her displeasure.
She questioned:
"What are you trying to say?"
"Hmm... I'm just considering, if I help these physically disabled Adventurers restore to their initial state, what would be an appropriate charge."
"???"