Chapter 85 - 83: Daughter
With Attilicia, a top-level Silver Dragon Alchemy Grandmaster, personally presiding, and accompanied by over a hundred Alchemy Apprentices and five Alchemists, David certainly couldn’t have come to any harm.
Moreover, it wasn’t his first time collapsing from overexerting his Authority like this.
But if that scene had occurred on the neighboring Blue Star, it likely would have resembled a patient with a mild neurological issue suddenly being surrounded by a group of department heads from Yanjing Union Hospital. Adding to the picture, his father was a top expert in neurology and pharmacology, previously nominated for a Nobel Prize in Medicine.
Even if David had indeed almost lost his life and stepped into the Styx River, this bunch of people would have probably dragged him back, shaken him awake, and demanded to know exactly where he was feeling unwell.
Once the Elves unanimously confirmed that David had only fainted due to a burst blood vessel from "overly dedicated studying," Priest Attilicia also heaved a great sigh of relief, mixed with an indescribable sense of emotion and sorrow,
What a foolish child! Is it necessary to be this serious?
Want to learn Alchemy? Or perhaps want to thoroughly master the Sobering Potion?
You could just tell me directly!
Even if the child wasn’t as intellectually gifted as he had imagined, even "somewhat dull," as long as the other person wanted to learn, he, as a father, would have certainly imparted all he knew.
Never mind demonstrating it just once; as long as his son possessed such devotion to knowledge, he would demonstrate it tens, hundreds, thousands, even tens of thousands of times until his son had learned it!
This was a responsibility and commitment he had failed to fulfill as a father!
And upon further reflection, wasn’t this child’s greed for knowledge due to the fact that there was simply nothing to learn on the Old Continent?