To further confirm, Nolan had Friane use the "Object Location" magic again.
The result!
Friane looked bewildered, having gained nothing, and even wondered if he wasn't proficient in this magic, causing the activation to fail.
Nolan, however, knew from the prompts on his attribute panel that the other party had not failed to activate it; rather, "Object Location" simply couldn't affect him.
"Shall I try again?" Friane asked, a little embarrassed.
"You've already gone to enough trouble, there's no need," Nolan said, waving his hand and smiling.
He was now certain that "remote peeping-type" magic had no effect on him. In the future, he only needed to strategize against "perception-type" magic.
"I ordered some food earlier. If you two don't mind, please enjoy it."
"I still have some matters to attend to, so I'll take my leave first." Nolan said, a look of embarrassment on his face, as he stood up and spoke.
"Although this restaurant is small, the prices aren't cheap," Friane said, raising his golden eyebrows teasingly and nudging the seemingly restless Arscher with his arm.
"I'll see you out."
Arscher suddenly stood up, her cheeks slightly flushed.
Friane watched Nolan and the flustered Arscher leave the restaurant, then picked up a coffee-like drink and let out a strange, low chuckle,
"I never thought Arscher would know such a handsome man, and with black hair too. From the roots, it doesn't look dyed."
Outside the restaurant.
Arscher's blue eyes stared at the ten gold coins in her hand, a little dazed.
Because she suddenly realized.
It seemed that until now, she didn't even know Nolan's name, and he hadn't introduced himself at all.
On the bustling main street.
Carriages sped along the central road, and occasionally, armored soldiers could be seen patrolling the streets.
This area was close to the Imperial Magic Academy, so its safety was significantly higher than other areas.
On the sidewalks, besides the majority of ordinary civilians, there were quite a few adventurers with weapons hanging at their waists and backs.
The closer one got to the Central Plaza, the more strangely dressed people there were.
Nolan's loose priest's robe enveloped his hanging arms, swaying slightly with his walking motion, while the Imp followed closely behind him.
"I need to speed things up."
Nolan thought to himself.
Especially after seeing the tragic future of Arscher, this thought became much stronger.
Saving her?
Nolan believed he had never held such a condescending attitude.
Because even he wasn't sure if he would be safe in the future.
If the girl in front of him needed saving, then what about the 100,000 soldiers of the Re-Estize Kingdom who were sacrificed, or the people of the Holy Kingdom in the future who would be slaughtered and skinned by Demiurge like two-legged sheep?
The citizens of the Holy Kingdom, whose intelligence was lowered by magic and who were treated completely like livestock, did they not need saving even more?
He wasn't a savior, nor did he want to be one.
Nolan didn't mind saving some people along his path forward, but he wouldn't specifically go out of his way to do so.
As a player, a person who could grow stronger through killing.
Nolan believed that he hadn't wantonly killed the innocent until now, which was already the highest respect for life.
"Hmm?"
Nolan paused his steps, turned his head to look across the street, but found no figure worth noting.
A hallucination?
As Nolan left, in an inconspicuous corner across the street, a figure completely wrapped in a tattered gray robe slowly raised her head.
Her hidden gaze fixed on the departing Nolan, wondering what she was thinking.
From the slender figure faintly visible beneath the gray robe, it was clear that she was a woman.
Over the next two days.
Under Imina's continuous discreet dissemination of information, more and more people learned that a mysterious alchemist living in the noble district could treat severe injuries that resulted in disabilities.
This instantly caused a sensation among adventurers and workers.
Especially since the treatment process was free.
If it were simply "free," for these individuals who lived by the sword, it would be the most untrustworthy, as they never believed in something for nothing.
However, the rumors stated that the "free" treatment actually involved experimenting with alchemical potions developed by the alchemist, which could potentially lead to death.
Such rumors, on the contrary, dispelled the wariness in most people's hearts.
Even so, no one dared to be the first to try.
This led to the news spreading more and more intensely, with discussions even in most taverns, yet not a single person actually dared to go to the noble district.
Until the third day!
Two poorly dressed people knocked on the gate of the courtyard where Nolan lived.
These two were a father and son.
One was a middle-aged man, only about 30 years old, with dark skin but a full head of white hair, and the other was his son, carried in a wooden basket, a teenager whose legs had been amputated.
As soon as this happened!
The various adventurer and worker teams that had been following this immediately sprang into action.
In addition, various workshops and the Herb Guild, and even the Adventurers' Guild, sent personnel.
In the past, a mere low-level Bronze-ranked adventurer would not have been worth paying attention to, but at this moment, Nolan was not only an adventurer but also a highly skilled alchemist.
Under the investigation of various forces, the identities of the father and son were quickly uncovered.
They were farmers living in a small village outside the Imperial Capital. The son's lack of legs was because he had his legs whipped and broken by a minor noble several years ago.
Due to delayed treatment, necrosis occurred, and his legs had to be amputated.
Time passed little by little.
Under the patient attention of all parties, it was not until near evening that the father and son emerged from the thick brown gate.
That's right, they walked out.
The farmer's son had actually regrown his legs!
A stir!
An invisible shock quickly spread. Many adventurers and workers' eyes lit up; this alchemical potion was practically a second life for them.
Compared to death, many people feared becoming a disabled waste even more!
Equally shocked were the Herb Guild and various pharmaceutical workshops; for them, it was truly unbelievable.
In the minds of all alchemists, alchemy had always been merely an auxiliary, and the value of solutions made solely with alchemy was not high.
Even the diluted Regeneration Potions that Nolan had previously sold through Imina were not considered much by the various parties of the Herb Guild.
What they truly cared about was how Nolan used the blood of ogres to create a healing technique. And now!
The appearance of this miraculous alchemical potion that could regenerate the body shattered the understanding of all alchemists.
This meant that alchemy was not merely a means to assist alchemists in making healing potions, but an independent system!
The moment the father and son stepped out of the noble district, before most people could react, a carriage suddenly appeared and took them away.
It wasn't until the next day that the father and son reappeared in the sight of many people, leaving the Imperial Capital. Clearly,
someone had specifically verified the healing effects of the alchemical potion.
The next morning.
As soon as dawn broke, someone again knocked on the heavy brown gate.
Nolan was even startled when he opened the door, because a large crowd had already gathered at the entrance, some dressed lavishly, some ordinarily, and quite a few robust and fierce-looking adventurers.
But the common feature of this group was that they all had disabilities to varying degrees.
In a place like the noble district, it was usually a forbidden area for adventurers and workers. It wasn't that they were not allowed to enter, but rather that the environment here simply didn't suit them.
Nolan scanned these people, his gaze sweeping to the very back, as well as to the left and right sides, where ten soldiers in fine armor were scattered.
They were guards specifically patrolling the noble district.
However, these guards were different from usual; they did not drive away the large number of people gathered there, seemingly only to prevent chaos, and did not interfere with anything else.
Seeing this scene.
Nolan's eyes flashed, and he withdrew his gaze from the guards, looking back at the group of people who were eagerly watching him.
"One person."
Nolan uttered three words expressionlessly.
Everyone present was stunned, immediately understanding Nolan's meaning. The atmosphere, which had been somewhat amicable, suddenly became tense.
However, at this moment!
Thump-thump!
Rumble-rumble~
The sound of urgent hooves and rolling wheels rang out.
A luxuriously decorated carriage, pulled by two horses, appeared in everyone's sight, breaking the tense atmosphere on the scene.
The crowd gathered at the entrance saw that the carriage showed no signs of slowing down, and their faces all turned ugly, but they still voluntarily cleared the middle of the road.
However, contrary to everyone's expectation that it would drive past them, this luxurious carriage stopped on its own when it reached the courtyard gate.
Click!
The wooden door of the carriage opened, and a figure dressed like a butler was the first to step out of the carriage, then respectfully took out a stool and placed it on the ground.
Next, a blond young man, appearing to be only around 20 years old, holding a ruby scepter, stepped down from the carriage.