The King of Itacha

It is interesting they way it ended. Now I wanna now what happened

Kind of just a boring read. Also the author thinks it’s cool to make the MC’s responses as bland and short as possible, most of the time making him sound dumb instead. Most of his replies are “yes”, or “no”. But despite his lack of personality every woman who sees him becomes weak in the knees because of how good looking he is. Author also goes off on tangents sometimes writing paragraph upon paragraph about the history of some technique, like we’re all med students learning about it. Those types of info dumps could be bearable if the rest of the story or characters had depth, but they don’t.

Pretty interesting novel. This is my first time reading a healer profession mc. The novel has an intresting concept of a healer that can gain strength from buffs. I see great potential for this novdl from its plot and writing quality. Keep it up author. 👍

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A bout of words erupted as the inquisitive man tried to fill his mind with with the right answers, but at the end of the road it was him who got himself stuck with his curiosity going on another level. The young man tried to move towards where the Knight Charon is holding the wheel to try and use his senses to gleam upon the red lands, where his new adventures are kept, but to no avail as the mist are still covering the mountains with extreme care.

"One more powerful than the greatest mage... Sally's teacher? I mean... my master."

"Okay, okay." Ivan chuckled at her antiques while patting her back.

And the ghost of Amphimedon answered, "Agamemnon, son of Atreus, king of men, I remember everything that you have said, and will tell you fully and accurately about the way in which our end was brought about. Ulysses had been long gone, and we were courting his wife, who did not say point blank that she would not marry, nor yet bring matters to an end, for she meant to compass our destruction: this, then, was the trick she played us. She set up a great tambour frame in her room and began to work on an enormous piece of fine needlework. 'Sweethearts,' said she, 'Ulysses is indeed dead, still, do not press me to marry again immediately; wait- for I would not have my skill in needlework perish unrecorded- till I have completed a pall for the hero Laertes, against the time when death shall take him. He is very rich, and the women of the place will talk if he is laid out without a pall.' This is what she said, and we assented; whereupon we could see her working upon her great web all day long, but at night she would unpick the stitches again by torchlight. She fooled us in this way for three years without our finding it out, but as time wore on and she was now in her fourth year, in the waning of moons and many days had been accomplished, one of her maids who knew what she was doing told us, and we caught her in the act of undoing her work, so she had to finish it whether she would or no; and when she showed us the robe she had made, after she had had it washed, its splendour was as that of the sun or moon.