MTL - Whispering Verse-Chapter 1537 Red Butterfly's Potion

Among all the sorceresses Xia De knew, apart from Miss Dennister herself, Sister Divelin and the nuns of the Spiritual Order were the best at this kind of thaumaturgy that required deep meditation. Some time ago, the nun even taught Shad the unique meditation method of the [Spiritual Religious Order]. Unfortunately, Shad was participating in the last story of the Randall Valley at that time, so he has been neglecting to practice.

After listening to Shade's request for help, Sister Devlin said that they could help. However, it is best to study the "Dream of the Moon" at night, and it is the morning at this time, so the church needs to prepare in advance.

Now that he has come here, Xia De is not in a hurry to leave. He had sent a letter to the Cassandra Auction House in Fort Midhill just now, telling the Old Witch, Helen, and Grace that he would visit them in the afternoon, so he could spend the morning at will.

This sacrificial site on the top of the mountain actually has many interesting places. Xia De originally planned to spend this morning in the library of the sacrificial ground, but after talking with Sister Devlin, he decided to practice his sword skills with the nun holding the fire.

Of course he didn't come with [Night Watchman], but there are many cold weapons such as one-handed long sword, two-handed epee and armor that can be regarded as antiques in the sacrificial field.

Sister Devlin didn't use her [Ash] either, but also practiced with common weapons and Shade.

The practice location is in the deepest part of the sacrificial field, in the circular sacrificial field where the "primordial fire" is stored. Although Xia De learned excellent swordsmanship from the inheritance of the [Night Watchman], and even dared to call himself a "Master of Swordsmanship", he still clearly felt his own strength when he really fought against an opponent like Sister Devlin who was also good at cold weapons. gap.

After all, he had only fought with a sword for less than half a year.

Sister Davelyn is not only good at using one-handed swords, but also has experience in using sickles. Before she became the chosen one and obtained the sickle symbolizing "death", the sickle she often used herself was the spiritual weapon "ice sickle" summoned by thaumaturgy.

In the second half of the duel, when Xia De used the [Moonlight Great Sword], Sister Divelin also held a sword in one hand and a scythe in the other, almost gliding on the ground to deal with Xia De's attack.

She didn't say a word the whole time, and Xia De was overwhelmed by her fierce attack methods. Xia De could clearly feel that the nun was deliberately letting him go. After all, Xia De is weak no matter in terms of skills or ring warlock level, but after practicing the duel all morning, he still feels that he almost wins every time.

In short, such a hearty battle made Xia De, who had just recovered from a serious illness, feel quite good. He could feel the joy of his soul in the sparks generated by the collision of the long swords, and he could also feel the stronger power endowed to his body from the strength of his wrist when the nun's long sword blocked and bounced back his attack.

It is most suitable for foreigners to use this method to spend the recovery period after recovering from a serious illness. When Xia De finally blocked the nun's scythe with the big sword in his hand, and knocked the nun away with his body with the strength of the counterattack, the morning practice finally ended:

"Oh, that's really good. Sister Devlin, if I have time in the future, can I still practice with you?"

Sister Devlin took a few steps back and left Shad. The fierce battle did not make her sweat at all, as if all the light and heat of her body and soul had already been absorbed by the primordial fire:

"Can."

She lowered her head and said, the sickle in her hand turned into an ice-blue spot of light and disappeared, and the flickering light illuminated her fair face.

Sister Divelin still had other things to do, so she didn't return to Midhill Castle with Shad at noon, so there was no nun at the lunch table at the Cassandra Auction House.

The old witch of the auction house, Miss Rita Swift and the twins of Red Butterfly all knew about Shade's illness. At the lunch table, he specifically confirmed Xia De's current situation. The illness came and went so fast that even the well-informed Granny Cassandra couldn't tell what happened to Shade.

But Grace and Helen, who were more knowledgeable, seemed to know something. After lunch, the old witch took her apprentices to deal with the chores of the auction house, leaving time for Xia De to be with them. The fifteen and sixteen-year-old girls sat side by side

On the sofa, he seemed hesitant to speak.

"I didn't ask any strange questions just now, did I?" Xia De blinked while holding the teacup:

"I just want to know, what is that sweet and sour potion that you gave me, but it tastes like blood brew... Oh, I see, there are some things that I can't tell me yet, yes How about this?"

"Sir, that's not the case."

Grace, who was wearing a white dress, propped her hands on the sofa, her legs wrapped in white stockings were dangling. She looked at her younger sister, and seeing that the other party was silent, she said shyly:

"Actually, those are the raw materials made from us. After participating in [The Feast of Mother Earth Goddess], the power of our relics was further suppressed. Instead, it was the blessing power given by the gods, washed by the power of the earth, It's completely ours. So..."

"Twenty drops of our blood."

Helen in the black dress whispered. While Xia De was frowning, Grace carefully observed Xia De's expression, and continued to add: "A small cup of...sweat made in a special way."

"Mix the early spring dew collected from the young leaves of the big tree on the top of Sikar, add amethyst powder, holy water No. 3, a little grape, daisies, grass, leaves, olives, and butterfly wings."

Helen spoke slowly, as if reciting poetry.

"Simmer all night in a dark room, and before dawn, let a pure woman naked hold a wine glass, exposing the potion to the first ray of sunlight."

Grace said, the young girl parted her red lips slightly, and spoke the final steps:

"Take off our clothes, we back to back, and let the witch weave our hair together. The filter of the long hair filters the residue of the potion. The puree of the potion needs the final brewing. I hope you don't mind, The brewing process......Have you ever heard that in ancient times, female sacrifices...」

Grace was a little embarrassed to continue, but after a pause, she still finished the final process:

"The ancient female priests brewed fine wine by chewing, and rewarded pious heroes." "Hmm..."

Xia De felt that he should not continue to ask what they did: "The taste is actually very good."

He could only say this, trying to make himself forget how this special potion was brewed.

Helen tilted her head shyly and leaned on her sister's shoulder. Although Grace was also very shy, she still pursed her lips and smiled:

"Sir, if you still want to taste, we can provide you with some every month." The fifteen-year-old girl has pretty eyes, but Xia De dare not look at her:

"No, no, I'm fine now." He decided to get out of this dangerous topic:

"Speaking of which, do you know what's wrong with me? I know that my illness is related to the "distortion and filth of the origin of the earth", but why is the high fever persistent? "

Grace gently combed Helen's long hair leaning on her shoulder with her hands:

"Although the past memory is missing and blurred because of the power being sealed, it is not impossible to find the answer. Sir, I still remember that some time ago, we found the relic to confirm your bloodline."

"Yes, I am a human being, and Mia has some bloodlines of the Son of the Sun." Xia De nodded:

"so......"

"Creation is miraculous, but relics are not omnipotent." As relics, the Red Butterfly Twins are more qualified to say this:

"We suspect that your bloodline determined by that relic is incorrect. Or, it is partially inaccurate." "Do I really have a heterogeneous bloodline?"

Xia De regained his energy from the drowsiness after lunch.

"I can't be sure, after all, we have never heard of any alien species that can directly absorb that level of twisted filth... Sir, can we taste your blood? It's now."

Grace made a request, and of course Shad agreed. He was going to cut his finger with a knife, but the Red Butterfly girls stood up and

The man took one of Shad's hands, and then bit the thumbs of his left and right hands respectively.

They didn't feel too much pain, and the girls who sucked Shad's blood looked at each other, as if they wanted to confirm the answer with each other:

"We don't have the ability to identify blood, otherwise we wouldn't have found the relic for you some time ago. But when the blood-sucking **** coveted our flesh and soul, he did give us his power. Therefore, we are concerned about blood. ...Sister, tell me."

Helen and Grace sat back in their seats, and the girl in the white skirt licked her lower lip, as if she was meditating on something:

"You are definitely not a pure-bred human. There is a strange power in your blood, so slight that it is almost imperceptible. If it were not for us, and that blood was given to us voluntarily by you, it would not be detectable in any way. That unique It feels, um...like a stone."

"And it's cold." "It's supple." "Feminine power."

"Contains the color of the starry sky. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com" "Older than us."

They confirmed their answers to each other, but still couldn't come to a conclusion, what is the problem with Xia De's bloodline: "It doesn't matter, this is the first time I am completely sure that there is something wrong with my body, and you have helped me a lot."

Combined with the fact that this body fell from the top of the tower in the spring of 1853, it seems that the past story is getting more and more complicated.

Immediately afterwards, Shad mentioned the secret keeper-level relic flower girl he met in the sewer with Iluna when he was in the Randall Valley. The little girl carrying the flower basket finally asked for her own blood as a price for letting go of the girls who were "abducted" by her to help her grow flowers. It seems that she also knows the value of Shade's blood.

"That flower girl."

As humanoid relics, Helen and Grace naturally knew each other.

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