"Nina, how do you feel?"
After Ivar poured the magic potion into Nina's body, he looked nervously at the little girl and grabbed her body, feeling her body temperature. She was still as cold as everlasting ice. The glimmer of hope that arose in Ivar's heart turned instantly into disappointment again.
He had experienced this feeling many times.
His granddaughter's disease was hard to cure, so he should not have been hopeful.
Furthermore, the sorcerer before him was so young. He was even younger than several top-rated sorcerers of the younger generation in their Magic Guild. No matter how talented this young man was in magic potions, his strength was limited.
After all, he lacked experience.
Ivar was used to high hopes that led to disappointment. He picked up his granddaughter and prep
