Chapter 181: The Cursed Blacksmith (2)
"Wait, let me get this straight," Adrian said while Shinon took a sip from his de-ageing potion. "You mean you got cursed, and that’s why you’re ageing super fast?"
Shinon nodded, his eyes pleading as he put the cup down. "Our mutual friend thought you might be able to help me with this situation at hand-"
But Adrian got lost in his thoughts. If it was someone like Shinon, plenty of people should be willing to help him, like one of those guilds that James talked about.
But then Adrian remembered George’s words. Shinon had turned even the biggest, most influential guilds away from his doorstep. Given their status, Shinon might have unintentionally hurt their egos.
’As such, those guilds would either refuse to work with him or have an outrageous demand for doing so,’ Adrian thought. ’Hell, now that I think about it, it could be one of those guilds is behind Shinon’s situation.’
That’s why Shinon would have asked the DRA for help, or James, to be precise, and approached them. But why would James approach him with the offer? After all, they were strangers. Something was off.
"That’s why I need your help-"
"With all due respect," Adrian replied, interrupting Shinon. "I’m not here to cure illnesses, and it’s not because I’m not willing but because I lack the required talent for this situation.
He continued, "I’m a warrior, not a healer who could- I see. You wanted the help from my colleagues, not me."
Shinon smiled wanly. During their interrogation, one of the girls might have let it slip that Seraphina was a Saintess. As such, she had a plethora of recovery magic. Shinon had hoped to get help from someone like her.
"Of course, I don’t expect you or your friends to work for free," Shinon commented. I’ll be willing to pay you handsomely, but I don’t think you need the money."