Lucy quickly shared everything she knew and felt with Hermione, grabbing Hermione and jumping and kissing her like a child.
"You have to digest the potion before you can be promoted to Sequence 8. Physician, I was called a healing priest at that time. As for how to know that your potion has been digested, you will know it yourself."
"You can think about why the potion has a name and how you become a cultivator."
"And you have to remember that you are Lucy Vienna, not someone else, do you understand?"
Hermione emphasized the last sentence, directly calming down the excited Lucy, and nodded solemnly towards her.
Next she taught how to use a silver dagger to create a spiritual wall, pray to the Fool ritual magic to help with the process, and how to summon a messenger.
Warn her not to pray to anyone other than the Fool, the True God, or the Seven Lights.
Qi Guang is a subordinate of the ruler of the spiritual world. As a believer of the Fool, she still suggested that Lucy pray to Qi Guang for the help of knowledge.
Thinking of this, she felt a little bitter in her heart. What was originally hers was abandoned by her.
"I've written it all down in the notebook. You keep it and remember to review it when you have time. Other than you, it will destroy itself if anyone else opens it."
Give the small black-covered book to Lucy, who is spiritually exhausted after the round, and let her lie on the bed to rest and recover.
She also cleaned up the traces left behind and took those materials back into her own mirror space. The broken mirror hurt her heart every time she saw it.
"Austin, what is your messenger like? Can I write to you through him?"
Lucy opened her eyes and thought that she still didn't know the messenger of the person in front of her. She only saw Hermione's helpless smile.
"I'll find one first then, and I'll tell you when I have one."
After receiving the answer, Lucy wisely did not ask any more questions, but closed her eyes and rested.
Theresa did not appear in front of him again after Hermione said something in the afternoon. It seemed that he was indeed rude.
If you can't see others being happy when you are in pain, you are not a saint after all! Apologize to her next time we meet!
After Lucy fell asleep, she went to the lounge next door and lay down on the sofa, closed her eyes, and curled up there unconsciously.
How lonely! She couldn't help laughing at herself.
Teresa on the other side dreamed of her father who died in the war, and her depressed mother who eventually left them. It was so painful and helpless.
Uncle Otto led the army to break through their palace, and his cold and majestic eyes looked down at the two siblings hugging each other.
Violent cannon fire rang out, and groups of soldiers from Loen rushed in with rifles in hand. The majestic old man riding a white horse, with his spirit shining brightly, pulled out his saber and started fighting with his uncle and the others.
Her brother's hand holding the sword kept shaking, and she was even more at a loss. The bodies of her parents appeared in front of her, covered with stab wounds and blood stains.
She woke up immediately and found that tears could not stop flowing from the corners of her eyes. Sadness, sadness, and the pain of wanting to end it were pervasive.
Why did I dream about the past events during the war? It was the last thing I wanted to recall.
Fenebaud took advantage of the opportunity of Fusac and Intis to declare war on Loen and planned to reunify the South, even though they were related by each other and were not worth mentioning in the face of national interests.
Her father, King Lorraine V of Maxi, died in that invasion to resist the war. He died of exhaustion on the front line. Her younger brother succeeded to the throne in a hurry and continued to withstand the fierce offensive.
And the southern commander of Loen, Earl Tilly, directly moved the battlefield to the territory of the small southern country in order to preserve the food fields and logistical supplies in southern Loen.
The former Feneport people were used to resist the Feneport people, and they were very successful in protecting Disi County, South Will County and other places south of Loen.
He is their hero and the sinner here, someone he hates very much. Unfortunately, he is too self-disciplined to even accept the mistress that comes to his door.
If he hadn't stood still for so long, how could his father have died on the front line, and his mother wouldn't have died amidst the suffering of her husband and brother.
Where is the source of that sadness? Is it that Austen? She pointed out the problem in her heart, is it hateful and pitiful?
Teresa stood up, put on her coat, took the electric storage lamp and left according to her feelings.
When the maid on duty saw her, she immediately cheered up and wanted to come over, but she stopped her and asked her to go back and rest.
Walking through the corridor and opening the door to the lounge outside the guest room, it should be here. The mood is very strong.
When she came to the sofa, she found a person curled up on it, lying on her side with her arms around her and her legs bent up against her stomach.
She looks weak and helpless, and combined with her natural charm, people can't help but hug her and comfort her.
Teresa stabilized her thoughts and eliminated the interference. The other party also opened her eyes and turned to look at her.
"I was rude for what I said today. I'm sorry. It's fair for you to see how weak I am now."
"Before I decided whether to answer or not, you just stopped talking and said it was my fault. Is this the pride of the strong?"
"Whatever you think, it doesn't matter to me. You can't beat me, even if you let all the royal guards come together."
Teresa almost laughed when she heard this. Although it was true, it was too hurtful. She could only laugh at herself a few times after being provoked.
"Why have you become like this? Do demigods also have troubles?"
"People have troubles, and I'm the only one who doesn't care about your offense."
"Then I really appreciate your favor."
Teresa covered her with a blanket and left to rest. Unexpectedly, this person was quite interesting, but it was a pity that he was too strong to kiss her.
A demigod at the level of a witch is not yet a member of the witch church. Let's see if we can win over him.
Those guys who are all twisted men actually tolerate someone challenging their authority. It seems that there is definitely something not simple behind this Austin.
Is it an unexpected gain? Theresa did not continue to think about it, but closed her eyes and fell asleep, forgetting the past.
When Lucy woke up in the morning and stretched her arms comfortably, she found that Hermione was not in the bed. It was her bed that she had occupied all night, and she quickly went to look for her.
Before he could put on his shoes, the other person was already sitting on the bed, his expression still so calm that no one could look at him for long.
"Go and wash up, don't worry about it."
Dressed up, Lucy and Hermione had breakfast with Teresa, and there were a few more complicated etiquettes.
"We'll go to Stuttgart later to watch a football match. The one who plays the little ball will stay with me on my side, as agreed."
After Teresa finished speaking, she looked at Hermione with a hint of deep meaning in her eyes, as if she was proud of having learned another secret.
"Okay." Lucy also looked at Hermione. She was the one who made this up. She didn't expect it to be so big.
"Why don't you dress up? Austin. You are about the same height and shape as me, and your clothes all fit."
"I'm fine this way."
Teresa reluctantly asked the maid to change her clothes.
The three of them got on the carriage and headed towards the nearby city under the escort of the guards.
