The Last Warlock

"Yes Yes, Bloodrage. If was not by an expert visiting our house several months later and seeing the garden full of Dondon, we would have thought that he died of natural causes."

Said Mack, clicking his tongue and doing a melancholic face, as if half blaming himself, and half missing his nonexistent uncle.

Hearing what Mack said, the horseman panicked a little, but then remembered that the girl was still alive, there was still a way of reversing it, if the girl died because of Dondon, his reputation would be ruined and he would never be able to sell anything in this city anymore, heck, he may even be killed by someone.

"Look man, I know what you thinking, I will keep my mouth shut about this, I don't want to see someone being hanged just because of this. But since I'm here, what are the more expensive plants you sell here?"

Asked Mack with a devilish smile on his face.

The horseman quickly understood what Mack was saying and nodded a few times as the stress left his body. His reputation would not be ruined, not today, at least.

"Come, Come, I will show you the private garden, the rare plants can't stay here on the shelves, and of course, you can take what you want, free of charge.."

Mack followed the horseman, and soon they entered a small garden, full of flowers and other kind of plants, with almost not a single spot empty.

"I can say for sure that this is the best private garden in the city."

Said the horseman, feeling proud of his hard work. This garden was his life project and any kind of plant in here was worth more than all the shelves in the front store.

Mack looked around, and as the man said, several messages popped in his retina, all of the plants here were of at least uncommon grade, Mack even spotted two rare grade flowers.

Walking and checking the plants, Mack gaze focused on the two rare flowers.

[Brausy, rare grade, makes a man capable of raising his sword again]

'What kind of rarity is this? Ohhhh that sword....'

Seeing Mack's gaze fixed on the Brausy flower, the herbalist thoughts run wild to a place that Mack was not aiming at.

"cof"

Mack's gaze went to the other flower and something he didn't expect appeared.

[Masura, rare grade, cleanses the body of impurities while making essence runs more fluid]

"Oh, that is a good one. How should someone consume the Masura?"

Asked Mack aloud, still looking at other plants.

"You can drink it as a tea, one petal for each cup. But only once a day, it has a powerful effect."

Hearing what the man said, Mack wondered how many petals he should use. After all, he had a freak body.

Mack looked at how many Masuras the garden had and took half of them and put on his backpack.

Pain could be seen on the horseman's face, but he still didn't say anything. He bit his tongue and swallowed his pride. At least Mack had left half of them.

Mack kept strolling around the garden to see all the plants, but nothing popped up as rare anymore, only of uncommon grades, and a few common grades with very suspicious ways of use.

That, until Mack's gaze focused at a yellow flower by the corner of the garden, just one, alone.

[Flame Bird Flower, Rare , used to in the process of making flame affinity serums]

Mack saw that flower and wondered what a flower like that was doing in a garden like this. All plants until now were akin to 'medicine for mortals' and only a few had any effect on Essence itself.

"Hey horsehead, do you know how to craft serums?"

Said Mack, pointing his finger at the flame bird flower.

Mack suspected that this herbalist knew how to craft them. Since that flower was there, it was very unlikely for someone to have a flower like that, being a herbalist.

The horseman hesitated to answer for a bit, but then he gave a long sigh and said,

"Yes, I used to craft them, but that was a long time ago. Today, most of the material to create them is extremely hard to find, and if you find someone selling, the price is absurd. Turning impossible to profit by selling the serums. " 

Mack knew exactly what kind of 'materials' the man was talking about, warlock blood. That now was in hands of only the extremely powerful families of the Mage alliance.

Mack thought for a while in how to proceed. He had to be careful and use the correct words.

"Ohhhh, I never saw a single serum in my life, are them hard to make?"

Asked Mack, curious to know more about the procedures for making them. If it was easy, maybe he could gather the rest of the materials and do it himself.

"Hahahahah, Hard? They are insanely hard. Just imagine, a drug that makes your body more tuned with essence, making you able to control fire, water, wind, etc. This is a miraculous drug, of course it's extremely hard to make them."

Mack hopes were almost shattered hearing the man's words. He was hoping to be able to create serums himself, but if was this hard for someone that knew how to make them, imagine for a newbie like him.

But an idea suddenly popped into Mack's head.

He had the most rare material, and the horsehead had the knowledge, if he somehow could make it seem like he just stumbled upon this, he could make it work.... Or he could just kill the guy in the end.

"Its seems is our luck day, because a few days ago, I stumbled on a rich guy, well... you know the rest... we had a sort of disagreement.... "

Said Mack, finding the correct words to say.

"And what I have to do with that?"

Asked the horseman, feeling annoyed by this story already.

"Well, In one of his boxes, he had a flask with a very uncommon type of blood, if you know what I mean..."

Said Mack, as if saying that to test the horseman's knowledge, and just as he expected....

"Warlock Blood?!!!"