Among all the sorceresses Shade knows, except for Miss Danister herself, Sister Devlin and the nuns of the Spiritual Order are the best at this kind of thaumaturgy that requires deep meditation. Some time ago, the nuns even
He taught Shade the unique meditation method of [Spiritual Cult]. Unfortunately, Shade was participating in the final story of 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 provide help. However, it is best to study "Moon Dream" at night, but it was morning at this time, so the sect needed to prepare in advance.
Now that he has arrived here, Shade is not in a hurry to leave. He has just sent a letter to Cassandra Auction House at Fort Midhill, telling the old witch, Helen, and Grace that he will visit them in the afternoon.
, so he can spend the morning as he pleases.
This sacrificial site located on the top of the mountain actually has many interesting places. Shade originally planned to spend the morning in the library of the sacrificial site, but after talking with Sister Devlin, he decided to practice with the fire-wielding nun.
Check out your swordsmanship.
Of course he did not come with the [Night Watch], but there were many cold weapons such as one-handed long swords, two-handed heavy swords and armors that could be regarded as antiques in the sacrificial site.
Sister Devlin did not use her [Ashes], but also used ordinary weapons to practice with Shade.
The practice location is in the deepest part of the sacrificial site, in the circular sacrificial site used to store the "primordial fire". Although Shade learned excellent swordsmanship from the inheritance of the [Night Watch], he even dared to call himself a "swordsman master"
", but in a real battle with an opponent like Sister Devlin who is also good at cold weapons, I still clearly feel the gap between myself.
After all, he only had less than half a year to fight with a sword.
Sister Devlin is not only good at using one-handed swords, she is also very experienced in using scythes. Before she became the chosen one and received the scythe symbolizing "death", the scythe she often used was a spiritual weapon summoned by thaumaturgy.
"Ice sickle".
In the second half of the sparring session, when Shade used the [Moonlight Sword], Sister Devlin also held a sword in one hand and a sickle in the other, almost gliding on the ground to respond to Shade's attack.
She remained silent throughout the whole process, and her fierce attacks overwhelmed Shade. Shade could clearly feel that the nun was deliberately letting him go. After all, Shade was weak in terms of skills and level as a magician, but in sparring
Throughout the morning, he felt like he was almost winning every time.
In short, such a hearty battle made Shade, 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 block the nun's long sword and deflect his attacks.
At this time, you can feel the stronger strength given to your body from the strength of your wrist.
It is most suitable for outsiders to use this method to spend the recovery period of a serious illness. When Shade finally blocked the nun's sickle with the big sword in his hand, and used the force of the counterattack to hit him with his body.
After the nun knocked her away, this morning's practice finally ended:
"Oh, that's really good. Sister Devlin, if I have time in the future, can I come and practice with you?"
Sister Devlin took a few steps back and left Shade's approach. The fierce battle did not make her sweat at all, as if all the light and heat in her body and soul had been absorbed by the original fire:
"Can."
She lowered her head and said, the sickle in her hand turned into an icy blue light point and disappeared, and the flickering light illuminated her fair face.
Sister Devlin had some other matters, so she did not return to Fort Midhill with Shad at noon, so the nun was missing from the lunch table at Cassandra Auction House.
The old witch at the auction house, Miss Rita Swift, and the Red Butterfly Twins all knew about Shade's illness. At the lunch table, they also confirmed Shade's current condition. This disease comes and goes quickly.
Come on, even the well-informed Granny Cassandra can'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 apprentice to deal with the trivial matters of the auction house, leaving time for Shade and them.
Girls aged fifteen or sixteen were sitting side by side on the sofa, looking like they were hesitant to speak.
"I shouldn't have asked any strange questions just now, right?"
Shade held the teacup and blinked:
"I just want to know what the sweet and sour potion that you gave me is, but it tastes like blood brew... Oh, I understand, there are some things you can't tell me yet, yes
How about this?"
"Sir, that's not the case."
Grace, who was wearing a white dress, was supporting the sofa with her hands, and her legs wrapped in white stockings were dangling. She looked at her sister, and when she saw that the other party was silent, she said shyly:
"Actually, those are raw materials extracted from us. After participating in the [Feast of the Earth Mother Goddess], the power of our relics was further suppressed. Instead, it was the blessing power once given by the gods. After being washed by the power of the earth,
It belongs completely to us. So..."
"Twenty drops of our blood."
Helen in the black dress whispered. While Shade frowned, Grace carefully observed Shade's expression and continued to add:
"A small cup of...sweat prepared in a special way."
"Mix the early spring dew collected from the young leaves of the big tree on the top of Sikal Mountain, add amethyst powder, No. 3 holy water, a little grape, daisies, grass, leaves, olives and butterfly wings."
Helen said slowly, as if she was reciting poetry.
"Stew it in a dark room all night, and before dawn, let the naked body of a pure virgin hold a wine glass in her hand and expose the potion to the first ray of sunlight."
Grace said, the young girl's red lips slightly opened, and she said the final steps:
"Take off our clothes, we go back to back, and let the witch braid our hair together. The long hair filter filters the residue of the potion. The puree of the potion still needs the final brewing. I hope you don't mind,
The process of brewing...well...have you heard that in ancient times, female sacrifices..."
Grace was a little embarrassed to continue speaking, but after a pause she finished the final process:
"In ancient times, female priests brewed fine wine by chewing it orally and rewarded devout heroes."
"Um......"
Shade felt that he should not continue to ask what they had done:
“The taste is actually very good.”
He could only say this, trying his best to forget about the brewing method of this special potion.
Helen tilted her head shyly and leaned on her sister's shoulder. Although Grace was also shy, she still pursed her lips and smiled:
"Sir, if you still want to taste it, we can provide you with some every month."
The girl of fifteen or sixteen years old had quite beautiful eyes, but Shade did not dare to look at her:
"No, no, no, I'm fine now."
He decided to walk away from this dangerous topic:
"Speaking of which, do you know what's going on with me? I know that my illness is related to the 'twisted and filthy origin of the earth', but why does my fever not go away?"
Grace gently combed her hands through Helen's long hair, which was leaning on her shoulder:
"Although the memory of the past has been lost due to the sealing of power, it is not impossible to find the answer. Sir, you still remember that some time ago, we found a relic to determine your lineage."
"Yes, I am a human being, and little Mia has part of the blood of the Son of the Sun."
Shade nodded:
"so......"
"Although relics are magical, relics are not omnipotent."
As relics, the Red Butterfly Twins are more qualified to say this:
"We suspect that your ancestry determined by that relic is incorrect. In other words, it is partially inaccurate."
"Do I really have alien blood?"
Shade suddenly regained his energy from his post-lunch stupor.
"We 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 you let us taste your blood? Right now."
Grace made a request, and of course Shade agreed. He originally planned to cut open his fingers with a knife, but the Red Butterfly girls stood up, each took one of Shade's hands, and then bitten the thumbs of his left and right hands respectively.
They didn't feel much pain, and the girls who had sucked Shade's blood looked at each other, as if they wanted to confirm each other's answers:
"We don't have the ability to identify bloodline, otherwise we wouldn't have found relics for you some time ago. But when the vampire god coveted our flesh and blood soul, she did give us her power. Therefore, we are obsessed with blood.
.....Sister, tell me."
Helen and Grace sat back in their seats, and the girl in the white dress licked her lips, as if thinking about something:
"You are definitely not a pure human. There is a very strange power in your blood. It is very slight and almost imperceptible. If it were not for us, and the blood was voluntarily donated to us by you, we would not be aware of it in any way. That unique power
Feels, well... like stone."
"And it's cold."
"Very smooth."
"The power of women."
"Contains the colors of the starry sky."
"Older than us."
They confirmed their answers to each other, but still could not come to a conclusion as to what was wrong with Shade's bloodline:
"It doesn't matter. This is the first time I am completely sure that there is something wrong with my body. You have been a great help."
Combined with the fact that this body fell from the top of the tower in the spring of 1853, it seems that the story of the past is becoming more and more complicated.
Immediately afterwards, Shade mentioned the Keeper-level relic flower girl he met in the sewer with Yin Luna when he was in the Randall Valley. The little girl carrying the flower basket also asked for his own blood in the end.
The price for letting go of the girls she "kidnapped" to help her plant flowers, it seems that she also knows the value of Shade's blood.
"That girl selling flowers."
As both humanoid relics, Helen and Grace naturally knew each other.