Chapter 44 There are still 10 centimeters left before we commit ourselves to each other.

"… I know." Old Wang barely managed to suppress the urge to beat him up: "Rachel definitely doesn't care about your money; she cares about a man's ambition! Think about it, which would impress Rachel more: using your parents' allowance to buy a Six-Eyed Revolver or using money you earned yourself to buy an H8? This isn't about money. It's about romance, happiness, and the sense of security that makes someone willing to spend their life with you, my oh my!"

Fantasy was stunned for a moment, then his expression rapidly changed from panic to calmness, from calmness to excitement, and finally to a burning passion.

He suddenly grabbed Old Wang's hand and said excitedly: "Ah Feng, what you're saying is truly profound! Truly profound!"

"Right?"

"I'll go get the herbs tomorrow! And the Judgment robes, leave them to me!" Fantasy finally found a direction and saw a glimmer of hope, becoming incredibly excited and regaining his composure: "By the way, Ah Feng, I noticed Ma Tan gritting his teeth when he apologized. You need to be careful, they won't let this go."

"Pfft, them?" Old Wang also breathed a sigh of relief, having temporarily pacified this love-struck fool: "Those idiots couldn't even beat Kela and Wu Di. Don't worry about them."

Who am I? I'm the guy being hunted by both the Holy Sanctuary and the Nine Gods. Do I look like I'm scared of some half-grown chickens?

"You can't say that. The space was too small, and there were too many people around; they couldn't unleash their full power," Kela smiled slightly: "In terms of close combat, humans are no match for us."

"Speaking of which, where's Winnie?" Old Wang quickly changed the subject, sensing that Fantasy might start fawning again.

"Haven't seen her. She didn't come out to help during the fight, so the Autonomous Council wouldn't have caught her." The relieved Fantasy regained some of his usual charm.

"She can't fight!" Winnie popped her head out from the door, pouting as she came in: "You guys were busy fighting and left me alone. I was terrified, and you're talking about me behind my back!"

Fantasy was taken aback: "No, no… I remember you were having fun on the sofa. How could you be scared…"

"I was just cheering everyone on! I wanted to help too! Waaah! You're accusing me!"

"Alright, alright, stop crying. Fantasy has been driven crazy by his beloved. He remembers nothing," Old Wang consoled.

Fantasy awkwardly chuckled.

The crying stopped immediately. Damn, she cries for fun, thought Winnie angrily: "That's true!"

Ssshhh…

Kela gathered some herbs from a corner of the room, crushed them in her palm. These were the herbs Fantasy had brought in gradually for Old Wang to refine magic potions.

"Take off your clothes."

"What are you doing?" Old Wang looked reluctant but intrigued: "Kela, don't do this. Although I admit I'm handsome and charming, I'm still a pure virgin. I get shy too! Why don't you let them leave first…"

"I'm helping you heal!" Kela didn't get angry but instead smiled: "We Beastfolk don't make magic potions, but we're skilled at treating injuries like these. It won't be any worse than human potions."

"Damn, how boring!" Old Wang rolled his eyes, "I thought you'd be moved enough to offer yourself."

"Think too much. You're not tall enough." Kela pushed Old Wang down, forcefully turned him over, and ripped off his already tattered shirt, revealing his scorched back.

This was just a sneak attack, and only a bit of electricity leaked out. If they had really fought, it would have been unimaginable. The methods of the Thunder Shaman are terrifying.

"Ouch ouch ouch! Be gentle, be gentle!" Old Wang winced in pain, feeling like his skin was being peeled off. Beastfolk really have strong hands.

"Fearful of pain yet you started the fight?" Fantasy retorted. They've known each other for almost a year, and he never knew Ah Feng had such a temper, always thinking he was quite low-key.

"Pfft!" Old Wang gave him a dirty look. He felt bitter inside but couldn't tell anyone.

Do you think I wanted to fight?

Just thinking about it made Old Wang angry. Am I the type to get hot-headed and fight?

Old Wang understood Kela and Wu Di's personalities. Despite their usual calm demeanor, they were actually very sensitive and insecure.

In that situation, if he hadn't intervened, the team would have disbanded, and the two Beastfolk might have dropped out. He didn't care about the team, but how would he explain it to Karida?

Damn, that witch would have torn him apart. Rather than going to the Sky Tower and getting beaten up by Karida, it was better to fight a few students here. Could they be more vicious than the old witch?

Still, it was strange that Ma Tan, a third-year representative of the Wizard Academy and a Thunder Shaman, was so easily defeated, even though he was ambushed.

During the chaos, he was too busy, and afterward, he was dealing with the Autonomous Council. Now, thinking about it, something seemed off.

Even a little bit of leaked lightning had scorched him badly, indicating Ma Tan was a skilled Thunder Shaman.

Moreover, Ma Tan wasn't knocked out immediately and kept trying to gather soul energy but failed to cast a proper spell. It didn't make sense that he was only hit by a chair.

Right, there was something warm passing by him, and Ma Tan's soul energy dissipated at those moments…

There must have been a hidden expert helping!

It could be Lan Tian, Karida's guard captain!

Old Wang suddenly understood.

He had suspected Karida sent someone to watch him, and it seems likely that this person helped him.

Good!

Old Wang felt relieved. Having a bodyguard was useful. Anyone who dared to mess with him would face consequences.

"This isn't about fear of pain," Old Wang said confidently: "I said it before, I'm the captain! Only I can bully you guys. Anyone else who tries, I'll hammer them! In the Rose Holy Sanctuary, our Wang Team will walk proudly!"

Fantasy gave a thumbs-up: "No argument there. Whether you believe it or not, I certainly do now."

"Brother Wang Feng is truly wise and valiant!" Winnie threw a sunflower seed at Wu Di: "Wu Di, right?"

Wu Di nodded vigorously, his eyes filled with enthusiasm.

"Damn, speaking of wise and valiant, I remembered something!" Old Wang sat up abruptly, rummaging through his tattered pockets. The bottle of Spirit Jade Ointment he tricked from Mo Tong was still there.

"Luckily it didn't fall out…" Old Wang sighed in relief. Losing it at the ball would have been a disaster. He handed it to Kela: "Use this for healing. It's good stuff!"

"What is it?" Fantasy tried to peek despite the pain.

Kela pulled out the stopper and sniffed. Although she couldn't identify what it was, she knew it must be an excellent ointment for external wounds. Without being overly polite, she applied it directly to Wang Feng.

Winnie, on the other side, looked somewhat surprised. "This is Mahoraga's healing elixir, Lingyu Ointment. How did you get it?"

Judging by the color and smell, it seemed to be the real thing. Yet this item was not for sale; it was a unique healing potion of the Mahoraga. Even among the upper nobility of other tribes in the Eight Races, few could obtain a single bottle.

"Tch, I have a Mahoraga underling. Since it works well, use more. On my face too; I rely on my looks for a living. Be gentler... ouch..."