Supreme Magus novel Chapter 1748

Chapter 1748 - Student And Professor (Part 2)

Salaark gestured him to pass her the equipment he wanted to recycle while she wrote a small tome about the different kinds of sweets she wanted to try.

"Lith Manohar the fourth Verhen, you are a hard man to find." A petulant annoying and yet familiar voice said.

"I have no middle name and even if I had it, it wouldn't be Manohar the fourth!" Lith said to his old teacher and sort of friend, Krishna Manohar.

"I understand that you are upset. No one likes getting fourth place, but there's no other choice. The second and the third are already taken respectively by Marth's first and second born." He replied.

The god of healing was a man in his early thirties, about 1.74 meters (5'9") tall with black hair streaked silver. He wore the uniform of the Professors of the White Griffon and had several handcuffs on both his wrists.

The bloodstains on his face and hands were the proof that whoever had been tasked with keeping him restrained had done their best, yet they had failed nonetheless.

"Finding me is easy since you have my communication rune. How did you get here and what do you need me for?" Lith asked.

Contrary to his expectations, the usually rude Professor gave Salaark a deep bow before answering.

"Well, yes but technically no. If I called you, they would know where to find me and hunt us both. As for your questions, I got here through the Desert's Gate network that the Overlord graces me to use and I need you for the most important of tasks!

"The fate of the Kingdom depends on it." Manohar replied.

"Wait, if you are on an official mission, then who is after you?" Lith's mind went to Thrud and her army of Shapeshifters.

Taking Manohar down would have crippled the Kingdom's military strength and its ability to counter her army of enslaved creatures at the same time.

"The Royal Constables and Marth, who else?" The Mad Professor said like it was an obvious answer.

"Why would they try and stop you from performing your duty?" The more Lith heard the more his head spun in confusion.

"You can ask them yourself when we are done with the mission." Manohar took his Forgemastering wand out of his pocket and cast a tier two Spirit Spell that was an enhanced version of Clean Slate.

The shackles fell on the ground, their magical imprint jammed and put into stasis, disabling even passive enchantments like tracking spells.

'What the heck?' Solus thought while wearing the Eyes to better understand the situation. 'Didn't he learn Spirit Magic just a few days ago?'

'He went from tier zero to tier two without any help.' Lith thought.

"Remind me to thank Quylla. Without this little guy that ignores stuff like arrays and normal means of magical detection, I would have never managed to escape. Menadion must have been a genius almost on par with me." Manohar said, looking at the silvery wand with respect.

"You never cease to impress me, god of healing." Salaark shared their feelings of admiration. "If you ever decide to be a grown-up and leave the Kingdom, there will always be a place for you here."

"Thank you, your Highness, but I have no intention to mess with perfection." He gave her a small bow, noticing for the first time the size of her belly.

"Congratulations are in order." He gave her another bow before shaking Lith's hand. "I guess now your stay in the Desert makes sense. Have you already thought of a name? Manohar would sound amazing and it fits both boys and girls."

"Also, I'm dying to experience my first bachelor party. For some reason, people never invite me so I've decided to throw one myself. Yet I have no clue where to start, that's why I need the help of a libertine." _{fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm}