Chapter 435 Diagnosis

Adam sat before Elysande and asked her a series of questions.

"Can you describe the symptoms your father exhibited before losing consciousness?

"Do you know if he ate, drank, or touched anything unusual in the past few months?

"Was your father in a particular place or around any specific object when the symptoms started to show?"

Elysande truthfully answered every question to the best of her knowledge. As the eldest daughter of the family, she would spend the most time with Brigham compared to the rest of her siblings.

Thus, she was also the person who was most aware of what the Patriarch did or how he spent his time.

"Hmm" Adam stroked his chin, deep in thought. "So nothing unusual, huh? He would spend most of his time at home practicing mindfulness and rarely go out to handle business?"

"Correct." Elysande nodded. "I believe my father hasn't left the city in the last few years. He spends most of his time practicing mindfulness, while our family business is handled mostly by me and my siblings."

A brief period of silence ensued as Adam tried to get a clear picture of what might have led to Brigham's current state. And for that, he needed to ask more questions.

"Has your father come in contact with magical artifacts, potions, or other strange items before falling ill?

"Has he ever mentioned to you about sensing any unusual magical auras or energies?

"What potions has your father taken since the symptoms began? Also, how is his food and water intake?

"Finally, is there anything else you can think of that might be related to your father's condition?"

Once again, Elysande answered all of Adam's questions in great detail. This allowed the latter to form some deductions. However, this made him all the more confused.

From the looks of it, it seems unlikely that Lord Flynn has been attacked by an outsider since he hasn't had any major conflicts with other Magi in the past Gtt the ltest vls at .o/(v)/e/l/bi(.)co

Then how did he get ill? Could it be that he's just getting old? No, but he's around 400 years old and clearly hasn't reached the end of his lifespan as a Rank 3 Magus.

Could it be his old injuries are acting up? Or could it be

Adam's eyes narrowed as he thought of a disturbing possibility, however, he didn't dare voice out his opinion on it

Whatever, I don't wish to be involved in this drama. I'll just do a diagnosis, brew some potions, grab the gold, and leave.

He encouraged himself inwardly before getting to his feet and walking toward the bed. Then, he gently lifted Brigham's hand.

Adam placed his index and middle fingers on Brigham's wrist and gently released multiple threads of mana inside. These mana threads would allow him to directly see the insides of the old Magus's body.

Elysande watched Adam's actions with rapt focus. The sands of time continued to fall, causing her to get agitated with each passing minute.

Finally, after more than ten minutes, Adam opened his eyes and withdrew his hand.

"What did you find?" Elysande asked nervously.

Adam exhaled a deep breath as he looked at the anxious middle-aged lady. His lips parted and he slowly stated, "Toxins."

Elysande's pupils constricted and she found herself in a momentary daze. Then, her eyes narrowed as a vicious glint flashed through them. "Magus Constantine, are you insinuating"

Adam nodded. "I'm just saying things as they are." He paused for a moment before adding, "I don't want to listen to something that I don't have to. I don't have time to get embroiled in whatever storm's brewing in your house."

Elysande's fists involuntarily clenched as she heard the youth's words. If it was as Adam had stated then it meant that someone was definitely targeting her father, the Patriarch of the Flynn Family!

But the real question was

Who?

Trying her best to quell the tumultuous waves rising in her heart, she saw Adam walking toward the center of the room and start moving the sofas and table to the sides.

"Can you cure him?" She asked expectantly, her eyes gleaming with hope.

"Ha? Cure? Are you crazy?" Adam turned around and looked at her like she was an idiot. "I'm a Mana Liquefaction Magus and a Grade 2 Herbalist, while your father is a whole rank above me."

The flame of hope in Elysande's heart seemed to be instantly quelled. She thought to herself, That's right He's but a Rank 2 Magus.

But Adam's following words reignited that fire within Elysande. "I can remove the toxins though. Then you can wait for Lord Dawson to arrive and fully restore his health."

Elysande's eyes widened in disbelief. "B-But didn't you just say"

"I said I can't cure him, but that doesn't mean I can't remove the poison from his system," said Adam casually. "Although I won't be able to brew potions to achieve this effect, I can, however, use a type of ritual magic."

"Ritual magic?" Elysande's eyes narrowed. Whenever she heard about this type of magic, she was involuntarily reminded of the vile and evil practices carried out by Dark Magi.

"Don't worry, it's nothing diabolical." Adam waved his hand and assured her. "The ritual draws power from nature and other materials that I'll be using."

Elysande paused for a few moments before steeling her resolve. "Alright, we'll do as you say. What do you need?"

"Nothing. I have everything I require," Adam stated. Although he seemed kindhearted on the surface, he was already devising an expensive receipt in his mind.

The following moment, he weaved a series of hand gestures and pointed his palm in front of him. Following that, a bright magic circle lit up, and then, a direct portal to the Spirit World was formed.

A few seconds later, Yavia agilely flew out of the portal. She looked around the large room curiously before her gaze finally landed on the raven-haired youth.

"Adam~!" She cheerfully flew toward him and greeted him with a brilliant smile.

"You seem to be in a good mood today," Adam chuckled. "Could it be that you missed me?"

"Hmph!" Yavia crossed her arms and pouted in a cute manner. "You think too highly of yourself."

A smile returned to her rosy face as she continued, "Anyways, someone wanted to tag along with me today."

Adam's eyebrows involuntarily creased together. "Someone wanted to what?"

The next moment, another wood spirit flew out of the portal before it closed.

This person greatly resembled Yavia. She first looked around the room with a aloof and indifferent expression. Finally, when her gaze landed on Adam, her lips curled up into a faint smile.

When Adam saw who this person was, his eyes widened in shock.

"M-Matriarch!"

Chapter end