Path to Transcendence

Chapter 254 A Little Lost Boy

"Do you have everything you need?" Richard asked."I think so, I made sure to pack plenty of yummy food," he said proudly.

Rebecca, who was off to the side gave him a small flick to the back of the head. "That's not what he meant and you know it. How come all you ever think of is food or training?"

Julius shrugged his shoulders. "What can I say? I am a simple man," he said happily.

The older woman frowned at him and was about to flick him again but held herself back with extreme patience that only a mother could have.

"Did you at least pack the potions that I got for you?"

He was about to say yes, but restrained himself at the last moment and took the time to make sure he actually did pack them.

He looked inward into his storage ring and sensed the package Rebecca had given him a week ago lying right where he left it. Then he smiled at the woman and nodded.

"I do. You really think I am going to need them though?" He asked.

He has shared a lot about his skills with them so far. However, he hasn't exactly told them how effective his healing skill was. They knew he had some sort of regeneration skill, but they probably thought it was some normal healing skill. One that a lot of close combat fighters had to increase their stamina or health regeneration.

If they had seen what the skill could really do, he believed they would be much less worried about his safety. Actually, he suspected they would have been worried regardless of his skill.

"It is better to have them than to not have them," Richard interjected.

"Yeah, don't worry about saving them. Make sure to use them whenever you think necessary. While they might normally be expensive, we have our own alchemists and ingredients to make the cost pretty low," Rebecca added.

"I promise I will consume them like they are tasty desserts," he told them with a wide grin.

"Well, don't do that. We don't need you dying to potion overdose before you can actually act as bait," Richard said.

"Richard," Rebecca scolded.

"What? You have seen him devour sweets. If he does that with these potions, he might actually implode," he pointed out.

"Yes, but you don't need to say such things before he heads out. You know it's bad luck to say stuff like that."

"Bah, you and your superstitions!"

While the two of them got into another scuffle, he turned to Reinera who was looking quite nervous despite that she wasn't even going along with him.

"I will only be gone for a couple of weeks. Marquis Easten has arranged for me a teleportation slot to come back after I finish," he said to her.

"I know, but I still can't help but feel nervous. We don't know for sure what they are going to do. We don't even know if they are going to show up."

"They will. Marquis Easten made sure that we're transporting enough materials that the Conclave can't help but try and attack us."

"That's not exactly reassuring," she grumbled.

He gave her a pat on her downtrodden head. "It's going to be fine. If something really goes wrong, I will just run the other way."

"You promise?" She asked, a little more brightly.

"Of course. The moment I see someone too strong, I am going to sprint in the opposite direction," he said confidently.

However, he was displeased when he saw the doubtful look she made at him. A look he gladly ignored.

"So where exactly am I supposed to meet the caravan?" He asked the two bickering spouses.

Richard was the first to turn to him. "You are going to meet them at the square where most of the caravans leave Blumand. It will be easy to find, just look for the big House Easten symbol on the the wagons and then go

"Come on, Matt is calling for us," she nudged George who stopped spacing out and nodded in acknowledgment.

All thoughts about that interaction were put on hold as they maneuvered their way back to their team.