Whispering Verse

Of all the sorceresses Shad knew, except for Miss Danister herself, Sister Devlin 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 Shade the unique meditation method of the Spiritual Order. Unfortunately, Shade was participating in the final story of Randall Valley at that time, so he has been neglecting to practice.

After hearing what Shade asked for help, Sister Devlin said they could help. However, it is best to study "Moon Dream" at night, but it is morning now, so the cult needs to prepare in advance.

Now that he's here, Shade is in no hurry to leave. He had just sent a letter to Cassandra Auction House at Fort Midhill, telling the old witch, Helen, and Grace that he would visit them in the afternoon, so he could spend the morning as he pleased.

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 altar, but after talking to Sister Devlin, he decided to practice his sword skills with the fire-wielding nun.

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] and even dared to call himself a "master of swordsmanship", he still clearly felt his own weakness when he actually fought against an opponent like Sister Devlin who was also good at cold weapons. gap.

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 becoming the chosen one and receiving the scythe symbolizing "death", the scythe she often used was the "Ice Scythe", a spiritual weapon summoned by thaumaturgy.

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 the whole time, and Shade was overwhelmed with her fierce attacks. Shade could clearly feel that the nun was deliberately giving way to him. After all, Shade was the weakest in terms of skills and level as a ring warlock, but after practicing for a whole morning, he just felt like he was almost winning 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. He could also feel the stronger power given to his body from the strength of his wrist when the nun's long sword blocked his attack.

It is most suitable for outsiders to use this method to spend the recovery period after recovering from a serious illness. When Shade finally blocked the nun's scythe with the big sword in his hand, and used the strength of the counterattack to knock the nun away with his body, the 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 scythe 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 Butterflies all knew about Shade's illness. At the lunch table, Xia De's current situation was confirmed. The disease came and went quickly, and even the well-informed Granny Cassandra couldn't tell what was wrong with Shad.

But Grace and Helen, who are more knowledgeable, seem to know something. After lunch, the old witch took her apprentice to deal with the trivial matters at the auction house, leaving time for Shade and them. Girls of fifteen or sixteen were sitting side by side on the sofa, looking like they were about to speak but were hesitant. look like.

"I shouldn't have asked any strange questions just now, right?"

Shade held the tea cup and blinked:

"I just want to know what the sweet and sour potion 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 herself on the sofa with her hands, and her legs wrapped in white stockings were dangling. She looked at her sister and saw that she was silent, so she said shyly:

"Actually, those are raw materials made 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's completely ours. 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, holy water No. 3, a little grape, as well as 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 ever heard that in ancient times, women were sacrificed..."

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:

“It actually tastes pretty good.”

That was all he could say, trying to forget how to brew 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 fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl had very beautiful eyes, but Shade did not dare to look at her:

"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 nature of the earth', but why does my fever not go away?"

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

"Although the memory of the past has been lost because the power was sealed, 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 human, 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 the request, and of course Shade agreed. He originally planned to cut his fingers with a knife, but the Red Butterfly girls stood up, one of them 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 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 blood, otherwise we wouldn't have found relics for you some time ago. But when the blood-sucking god coveted our flesh and blood soul, she did give us her power. Therefore, we are concerned about 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, very slight, almost imperceptible. If it were not for us, and the blood was voluntarily donated to us by you, it would not be detectable in any way. That unique power Feels, well… like stone.”

"And it's cold."

"Very supple."

"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 secret-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 finally asked for her own blood as a price for letting go of the girls she "kidnapped" to help her plant flowers. It seemed that she also knew the value of Shade's blood.

"That girl selling flowers."

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