I Made Up Forbidden Spells, and They Actually Worked?

Chapter 127: Chapter 127: Rescue

The sight of the blood-soaked hand instantly startled Nicholas William. He instinctively raised his staff, gathering magic energy at its tip.

"Look at you, getting all jumpy!"

Dean Bruce remarked nonchalantly. "There's a severely injured person inside. Pull him out and see what's going on."

"A person? Whew... As long as it's a person!" Nicholas William let out a sigh of relief. With Dean Bruce by his side, he had no reason to fear another human being.

Although he didn't release his gathered magic, Nicholas William didn't strike either. Instead, he cautiously tapped the bloody hand with his staff. Seeing that the hand still had feeling and could move slightly, Nicholas stepped forward and began pulling away the straw that covered it.

With the straw removed, a bloodied figure slumped to the ground, collapsing headfirst onto the cobblestone street.

Even though the man's clothes were torn to shreds, Dean Bruce's keen eyes could spot traces of golden threads woven into the fabric. His gaze narrowed slightly.

Wearing garments or armor lined with gold thread indicated that the man held a distinguished status.

If someone of such stature had ended up in this wretched state, abandoned in a pile of straw, then the implications of the situation were surely no small matter.

Nicholas William took a closer look and said, "Teacher, this man must be a noble of some sort. I don't sense any magic from him, but his muscular build suggests he's a warrior. What should we do with him?"

"Take him back to the inn!"

Dean Bruce glanced around to make sure no one else was nearby before he spoke calmly. "The guards are still terrified by these so-called ghosts, and their patrols are lax at night. Let's use this opportunity to get him out of here."

Hearing his teacher's instructions, Nicholas William—though clearly reluctant to come into contact with the man's bloody body—still frowned and hoisted the man onto his horse. Picking up the pace, they headed swiftly back to the inn.

When they reached the inn, the main gate was shut tight, though light still seeped out from inside.

It seemed their approach had been noticed, as a woman's slightly trembling voice called out from within, "Dean? Nicholas? Is that you back already?"

Not wanting to risk running into any patrols, Dean Bruce immediately replied, "Yes, it's me. Hurry and open the door!"

"Creak!" The door cracked open a sliver. After confirming it was indeed Dean Bruce, the woman swung it open and urgently urged, "Come in quickly! I've heard rumors that those ghosts are picking people to eat at night!"

As soon as the bloodied figure was carried into the inn, the woman's face turned deathly pale. She stumbled back in terror, collapsing onto the floor and staring at Dean Bruce and Nicholas William, trembling all over.

"There's no need to be afraid. We didn't harm this person. We just found him on the way back."

Nicholas William explained. He then asked, "Do you have any healing potions in the inn?"

"N-No... No, we don't!"

The woman shook her head vigorously, her teeth chattering in fear as she stammered, "H-have... have you... eaten d-dinner..."

"Alright, enough talk about this. If you're done eating, take that man upstairs. Let's see if we can wake him up."

Dean Bruce had been keeping track of the woman's movements. Only after hearing the door close upstairs did he pause and narrow his eyes slightly.

Initially, he hadn't harbored any suspicion toward her. But the moment her footsteps hesitated, Dean Bruce immediately sensed something was amiss.

The remarks he made earlier were intentionally said aloud to bait her, to see if there would be any reaction.

[Was she just overly scared, and the hesitation purely coincidental? Or is there more to her identity than meets the eye?]

Taking a deep breath, Dean Bruce reminded himself to be extra cautious. After all, this was unfamiliar territory, and if they weren't careful, both he and Nicholas William might meet a deadly fate here.

Returning to the room and waiting until Nicholas William brought the injured man inside, Dean Bruce immediately asked, "Do you still have any magic scrolls that can conceal our presence?"

"Yes!"

Nicholas William's willingness to obey showed its benefits. He didn't question the reason or wonder why Dean Bruce wouldn't just cast the spell himself. Instead, he immediately pulled out a scroll and tore it open.

Buzz—

A soft blue glow shimmered, instantly forming a barrier that enveloped the entire room.

Dean Bruce wasted no time. He gestured for Nicholas William to lay the man down on the ground. His lips moved silently, and with a gentle wave of his right hand, magic began to converge from all directions.

The inn was constructed entirely of wood, and the wooden elements themselves contained a degree of healing power. Dean Bruce chose to cast the The Compassion of Heaven and Earth spell directly.

Soft green light sparkled, transforming into vibrant green leaves that wrapped around the man's severely injured body.

Although the vitality flowing from the leaves was faint, it steadily trickled into the man's body, healing him with surprising effectiveness.

In just a matter of ten breaths, the wounds on his skin where the leaves had encircled him began to fade away, becoming smooth and supple like a newborn's skin—white and unblemished, as if he had never been injured at all.

His internal vitality also began to recover, and even his previously labored breathing became steady and calm, with his chest gently rising and falling.

"Teacher, you know so many different kinds of spells! And they're not even of the same element—you're too incredible!"

Seeing the man, who had been on the brink of death, saved by Dean Bruce in such a short time, Nicholas William couldn't help but express his admiration, feeling more respect and awe toward Dean Bruce.

In this world, most mages only mastered spells of a single type. A mage like Dean Bruce, who was proficient in different types and elements, was extremely rare. What's more, the power and effectiveness he demonstrated were extraordinary.

Ignoring Nicholas William's flattery, Dean Bruce narrowed his eyes and focused intently on the recovering man.

He had a strong hunch—this man was bound to be of significant importance!