"That's amazing, teacher!" 

In a remote cave, Timus said excitedly to Mike,

"I didn't expect that my first Hurricane Spell would be so successful, and the effect was pretty good!"

That's right, the powerful wind magician that Angelina Sabrina had thought of was actually a first-timer that experimented with wind magic today.

"Timus, I really didn't expect you to save me. I almost shook hands with the Grim Reaper today, did you know that?"

Mike smiled bitterly and gave Timus a grateful look.

Timus did not take notice of his behavior at all. He was still immersed in the excitement of successfully saving Mike. "I was so f*king cool just now. No one would have thought that I would use such a method to save someone."

Mike nodded, "It's really hard to believe. I also didn't think that you would think of such a method."

"When did you start mapping out this plan?"

"Plan?" Timus was slightly stunned. He looked at Mike and said, "Uh, I didn't prepare a plan. I just subconsciously did it when I saw that scene."

"..."

Mike was completely speechless.

How could someone come up with such a strange way to save people at the last minute!!!!

Moreover, could there really be someone who would come to save people without any plan?!!!

What exactly was in this little boy's head?

However, although the process was ridiculous, the ending was good. He was actually saved.

"Is there water?" Mike raised his hands weakly. 

At this time, his hands were still in shackles.

Crack.

Timus easily used the Umbrella of Meredith's tip to break the chain in the middle of the shackle. He also gently tapped twice on the bracelet part of the shackle.

Mike's hands immediately regained their freedom.

Perhaps in normal times, this would not have made any difference to him. However, as of now, he had become much more relaxed.

Timus took notice of this as he raised his hand to cast a Water Magic Spell, he frowned and asked, "Teacher, why do you look so weak?"

"I noticed that you became relieved after you broke free from the shackles. Could it be my imagination?"

As he said this, Timus released a small water ball from his left hand. The water ball slowly floated towards Mike's mouth and entered it.

Obviously, this was to quench Mike's thirst.

However, the moment the water ball went into Mike's mouth, it was immediately spat out by Mike. This was accompanied by violent coughs, Mike covered his mouth with difficulty and said, "Cough cough... this water... cough cough!!"

Timus turned pale with fright. He hurriedly squatted down to help Mike stroke his back and asked, "What's wrong with this water?!"

Mike coughed for a long time and did not recover. At this moment, his lips looked even drier.

"This water... cough cough, it's so salty... cough cough cough cough!"

"..."

Timus was silent for a moment.

He thought that the water was poisonous, but he did not expect it to be just because it was salty.

'Too picky,' Timus muttered in his heart. He raised his left hand, condensed another water ball, and threw it into his mouth.

Unsurprisingly, the coughing sound in the cave increased.

"Cough cough cough!!! It's really salty!!!"

After a while, the coughing sound of the two gradually decreased. Timus and Mike leaned on the stone wall of the cave and panted.

They had flown a long distance from the Ancient City of Life to this place, and had long flown to the area by the sea.

The essence of the Water Magic Spell was to gather water in the air. This spell that was done near the sea was naturally going to produce salty water.

Drinking this kind of water would not quench one's thirst. Instead, it would make one's mouth drier.

Timus looked at Mike helplessly and said, "I was too anxious when I came out and didn't bring any water. It seems that we can only find a village to buy water to drink."

Mike nodded with difficulty. He slowly closed his eyes and panted. He really was too weak right now.

When Timus saw Mike's state, he asked again, "Teacher, what's wrong with you? You look very weak. This is very abnormal!"

Mike did not open his eyes. He was really too tired right now. He could only gently pull open his collar, revealing the tender bud on his chest.

Up until this point, the bud had grown a little more. Although the change was not obvious, Mike could clearly feel it.

Timus was stunned when he saw the bud. He did not ask too many questions, because he knew that Mike's condition was depleting. He immediately stood up, carried Mike, and left the cave.

The priority now was to find water for Mike to drink, in hopes that it could help him recover some of his strength.

Fortunately, Timus's body was very strong, so it was not a problem for him to carry people around. Soon, they found a small village near the seaside.

Fishing nets could be seen everywhere in this small village. It seemed to be a fishing village for a living.

"Teacher, look, we found the village. I'll help you find something to drink now" Timus looked back at Mike in surprise and comforted him.

Mike still could not open his eyes. He did not even have any reaction. He seemed to have lost his mind.

When Timus saw what happened to Mike, he sped up.

Not long after, Timus, who moved at full speed, brought Mike to the village.

"Is there anyone here? Is there anyone here?"

Timus did not see anyone in the village, so he could only shout loudly. A moment later, the door of a house was opened, and a small head popped out of the room.

"Who are you?"

This tender voice sounded blissful in Timus' ears, it was more beautiful than the best songs sung in the world.

"We are travelers. My friend is sick and needs some water!

"Little friend, can you help us?"

The young elf blinked and went back into the room without replying.

Timus immediately became anxious and chased after him, wanting to plead with the elf child again.

If it was really impossible, he would even use force. However, once he arrived at the door of the house, the elven child had already walked out once again.

When he came out, he carefully held two cups of water that were filled to the brim. His eyes nervously stared at the cups, afraid that he might spill a little.

It seemed that the child had accidentally spilled some water from the nervousness.

When Timus saw the determination plastered on the innocent elven child, Timus swallowed his words and only managed to escape one sentence.

"Thank you."

…

When Mike opened his eyes again, he found himself lying on a simple bed, and beside him was a strange elven child.

"You're finally awake. You've been asleep for 300 years."