Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 93267 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 466(@200wpm)___ 373(@250wpm)___ 311(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93267 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 466(@200wpm)___ 373(@250wpm)___ 311(@300wpm)
Oh. Ohhhhh. No wonder he was in this funk.
Well, Gregori could do something about it.
He leaned in, kissed Salem’s forehead, then dropped the bombshell bluntly.
“Actually, the medical magic is still known to us.”
Salem’s head popped up so fast he damn near clipped the top of his head against Gregori’s jaw. His deep blue eyes flared wide.
“WHAT?!”
Look at him, so surprised. His Pikachu face was so cute and made Gregori want to tease him. He shouldn’t, though. Salem was part cat. He was sneaky in how he’d get his revenge.
“I don’t know if you met him, but Ravi’s mate, Sora?”
“Uhh…I don’t know if I did meet him. If so, it was in passing.”
Salem had been in Brazil for only the wedding, literally about four days in total, so it would make sense that he didn’t meet everyone. All right, time to explain.
“You’ve heard of the Lost Clan?”
“Oh, yes.”
“Okay, so obviously they weren’t really lost. We just didn’t know where they’d gone. Part of the Lost Clan was the Abe Clan. They were renowned healers even back in the day. Like seeing a specialist or a guru in today’s times. There was very little they couldn’t heal. When they left, they took all their knowledge and records with them. Their history and expertise is still intact. The whole family still practices medicine to this day.”
Salem’s expression was reminiscent of a child who had just been told Santa Claus was in fact real, rode unicorns instead of reindeer, and gave out kittens to good children. He was so excited and almost dubious at the same time, the two emotions duking it out over his face to the point of it being comical.
“And…what can they do?”
“Basically anything. Plus, Amaru’s still got all of the knowledge in his head of what his clan could do, which is why he was able to heal Sam. Amaru and Sora’s family have been putting their heads together for months now, comparing notes and information, and let me tell you, they’ve really gone leaps and bounds past what they were already able to do.”
“Narrow this down for me.” Salem went up on one elbow, studying Gregori with intensity. “What exactly can they do?”
“Now that is not a question I can easily answer. I can tell you what I’ve seen them do. They healed King Alric’s shoulder to the point he can fly again, when before he couldn’t even lift his arm in a full range of motion.”
“But how long was he injured?”
“Well, it happened at the tail end of the Dragon War, so…”
Salem’s eyes crossed. “Five-hundred-year-old injury?! And they cured him?”
“To the point he can fly again, at least. I’m told he’s still not a hundred percent, but given how old the injury was, it’s still something of a miracle.”
“Not something of, it’s an absolute miracle.” Salem flopped back down, eyes still blown wide. “My god. I had no idea this information was kept alive after the war. I know Sam was able to do some serious magic after his core was fixed, but…”
“Pretty sure the Abe Clan has forgotten more about medicine than the collective world has ever known.”
“Can they do surgeries without needing to actually cut someone open?” Salem pressed.
“Uhhh, you’re asking questions I don’t know the answers to.” Gregori paused, thinking hard, then ventured tentatively, “I think so? At least on some things. Yeah, I’m not sure. I do know a lot of our ailments are getting fixed via either spells or potions. It’s honestly been really nice. I feel like I’ve gone back to the old days.”
“Fuuuuck,” Salem whispered. He put a hand over his eyes, visibly agitated. “If I had known any of that, I might not have almost lost a patient today.”
Gregori saw an in, and he wasn’t above taking it. Anything to convince Salem to give magic a chance, a real chance. It might be the right lure to pull him out of this insane work schedule of his and into the clan. Gregori was not above twisting arms.
“I do know Amaru and Sora are taking on students.”
Salem snapped upright, looking just as excited as he had been a second ago. “You’re pulling my leg.”
“Absolutely am not.”
Gregori stroked his back, loving this excitement from Salem. It was such a rare thing to see. Most of the time, he was so jaded and beaten down with exhaustion, he barely smiled. It was part of the reason Gregori tried so hard to get him out of this place.
Feeling like he was winning a long-standing argument, he tacked on, “I’ve got both Amaru’s and Sora’s numbers. Want to call them? They’d love to talk medicine with you. Amaru especially doesn’t know how to shut up if medicine is the topic.”
“I…” Salem paused, brow furrowing. “Yeah. Yeah, I think I should. I don’t even know what I don’t know, if that makes sense.”