Alan's past (part 3)

Anyway Allancaster managed to open a small healing potion business, as in an RPG game, potions are the hot items of the moment, healing potions, recovery potions, MANA potions, among other potions.

Mainly now that industrialization is in full swing and many people get hurt with the machinery, losing limbs, fingers and getting burned. Also, as Allancaster lived close to the port, there were always foreigners who brought disease, commodities that came with fleas and disease, workers who got sick on their journeys, so his little business was very profitable.

The difference between the potions made by professional alchemists and the potions made by Allancaster is that he only needed to inject his main element into the water, and automatically the water would become purified and carry an effect of healing all the ills of the body.

Of course, depending on the severity of the illness, the potion could work to lessen symptoms and pain, like Allancaster's mother's illness.

Allancaster's body had an inherent affinity for light, his good mother said it was thanks to the genes of the Hundi People, which is where his mother originated from beyond the great desert. They were known for their dark skin, physical strength and fierce attacks, but women who were rarely seen by outsiders were known as saints and maidens due to the power of light they had.

Rarely would there be men of the Hundi People with powers of light, as the gentle light was for healing, needing more delicate movements in manipulation, which suited the roles of the women of that people more. Allancaster would be considered a rare man for the Hundis.

Outsiders didn't know that, so the Mercenary Guild didn't suspect that the former member could have such fantastic powers. One could only imagine what they would do if they knew they were threatening someone so useful and rare, they would certainly vomit blood in disgust.

So on the surface, Allancaster seemed to have an alchemist patron, which kept his collectors from acting recklessly and patiently collected the money without causing a mess, despite never finding the famous alchemist.

Alchemists were held in high regard in the Rosario Empire, working in the field of medicine, industry, pharmacology and war equipment, so even without seeing Allan's master, they feared the mysterious alchemist.

There was an Alchemist's Guild for alchemists who were not linked to any company or government, neither the noble families nor the university and schools, but they were discreet and did not make available the information of their members, they only received requests and one of the alchemists could be deciding to accept the order, all done very discreetly.

Soon the mercenaries had doubts, they had no one to ask for information, but seeing Allan's potions working well, they had even more suspicions that Allan's master was indeed a powerful and wandering alchemist.

Fortunately, three years after Allancaster managed to pay off his debt and start saving money to start a new life, they would go first to a commercial district, where he would be under the protection of the good doctor Dagoberto and learn to exercise his powers to become a doctor, if he was lucky he could join the Physicians' Guild and receive a certificate to practice anywhere on the continent.

The doctor who, despite being humble, was a son of the nobility, third son of an earl, with only a small inheritance from his deceased grandfathers, he left everything behind and buried himself in the prosperous port city of the empire, the beautiful Shagan City.

Doctor Dagoberto was a highly regarded doctor in the city and even foreigners sought him for treatment, he was even an external professor at the Devon Academy which was specialized in medicine and foreign trade.

Who knows with this strong support Allancaster will become someone important in the city one day, right?

"Allan, did you bring the sweets?" the little boy asked with sparkling eyes and laughed heartily as he was caught in his brother's strong arms.

"Of course, I brought the sweets I promised, there's also bread, jam, fruit..." Allancaster's voice was almost sweet as honey as he spoke to his little brother, leading the two of them into the small kitchen of the house.

For now, he was just a small trader and a good big brother.