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"I brought it. Why, do you want to use it?"
Zarberg said: "Now that Emperor Eugene is dying, the only thing that can save him is that small bottle of milk."
The bloodthirsty demon said with a sigh: "Sir, the milk of Andhumara has the magical effect of bringing the dead back to life. Even if you are seriously injured, as long as you still have a breath, you can get better after taking it. This thing
It is extremely rare. It would be very difficult to find another bottle in the whole world. Such a precious thing was originally reserved for the most critical times, so why..."
"Now is the most critical moment!" Zalberg said: "Things are treasures only if they are used. If not used, they are not even as good as an ordinary bottle of milk. The milk of Andhumala is not meant for myself.
It is best to use it. Only by using it to those who need it most can it realize its greatest value. I am protected by you, so what chance do I have to use such a treasure? Needless to say, take it out, even if there is no more Andhu in the world.
I also think the Milk of Mara is worth using."
Seeing that the prince had made up his mind, the bloodthirsty demon took out the only vial of Andhumala's Breasts from the space treasure and handed it over to the prince without further ado.
That night, after taking the milk of Andhumara, the Sorcerer Prince Eugene's injuries improved greatly. Rumor has it that Andhumara's milk tastes extremely bitter, and after taking it, it has a soothing and hypnotic effect that makes people fall asleep.
Sure enough, Eugene fell asleep quickly, and slept very deeply.
After listening to the doctor's examination instructions, Zalberg felt relieved. He knew that Eugene's injury was getting better. The cold wind rustled the trees around the village. At this time, most of them were still treating their injuries. Even Apollo
The same goes for Rehog, and no one bothered him. Zalberg stood alone by the forest for a long time, seeming to be thinking about something.
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(Note 1 Andhumara: The cow god who suckled the giant Ymir in Norse mythology. The breath of this cow was fragrant, and bitter milk dripped from its four breasts. The giant sucked the cow's bitter milk to sustain life.
After sucking the milk and filling his stomach, Ymir was attacked by uncontrollable sleepiness and lay on the ice, falling into a dreamless sleep.)