Chapter 778

　　Third person's POV 　　"Alban, I didn't expect forty years to fly by like that. You're still the same as ever. I did say you wouldn't grow taller, didn't I?" 　　Alma remarked with a smile. Alban's face flushed at her words. 　　It had been decades since he was brought here by his mentor after being poisoned. 　　Back then, he was just a teenager, and Alma, in her early forties, was in her prime, looking much younger than her age. 　　Known for her straightforward nature, she had teased him about his height after treating him. Alban had dutifully drunk milk and played basketball in an effort to grow taller, but his height eventually plateaued at around 5'7", making him appear shorter than his younger counterparts like Alvin. 　　"Mrs. Atkinson, you're still the same as ever. It's wonderful to see you again. Could you please help my friend? He's been poisoned with the Nine-Heart Wolfsbane," Alban pleaded. 　　Alma sighed, "You've put me in a difficult spot. The Nine-Heart Wolfsbane is a deadly toxi