The herbs in the crucible gurgled. Lucian squatted in front of the crucible, patiently following the steps, adding the ingredients little by little. Until the dark blue liquid finally turned into emerald green during the boiling process, and finally condensed into a soft ball.
Bright's footsteps came from outside. He left the church in the morning. After finding the herbs needed for the illusion and the remaining materials in the church's cellar, he patrolled nearby to avoid danger. Seeing him come back, Lucian looked up and said to him, "The potion is ready. Wait for it to cool down and then you can use it. You should take a rest first."
"No hurry." Bright's eyes still slid across the magic pattern on his forehead, and then he smiled brightly, "Lin Qi will come to pick us up to go to Dusk City in three days. Put it in a bottle first, and it won't be too late to drink it when we are on the road."
As he spoke, he looked at Lucian and said firmly: "Don't worry, I will definitely take you there safely."
Lucian pretended to be stunned and said, "This potion is not for me."
"you… "
"It's for you," Lucian said. "The scars on your forehead and hands."
Lucian saw Bright tremble, and soon, Bright lowered his face and sat down.
"You... Lucian, you are..." He ruffled his blond hair with his hands, like a panicked golden retriever, "You..."
"Don't be like this, you still have to escort me to Dusk City." Lucian winked at him, "You don't want me to help you apply the medicine, right? Hmm?"
Bright blushed in panic and went to get the crucible himself. He completely forgot that the crucible was still on the fire, and he scalded and groaned, then turned his back to Lucian with a red face as he laughed softly.
Lucian watched Bright apply the medicine, but he was thinking about Wade. He thought Wade should still be trapped in the confessional. He closed the door so that it would not be easy for others to find Wade trapped deep in the secret passage.
Suddenly, he felt dizzy again. Lucian pressed his wrist against his forehead and rubbed it, forcing himself to concentrate.
He has a fever.
From last night till now, he has been in an extremely uncomfortable situation. This discomfort is hard to describe, it comes not only from the blood flowing around the body, but also from the bones. This makes him feel a strange soreness and softness when his head is dizzy, as if he had growing pains when he was a child. Even when he is sitting on the bed, he always feels a strange feeling in the tailbone that is in contact with the bed.
Lucian adjusted his sitting position awkwardly, and then he heard Bright's voice: "Lucian, are you feeling unwell?"
"Ah... Really?"
"You've been acting strange since last night, and your cheeks are red," Bright said.
Lucian touched his cheek with the back of his hand, and then he realized that his face was indeed a little hot. Bright stared at him blankly and said with concern: "You may feel a little cold after walking all the way over there."
Is that so
Lucian didn't think it was just a sign of catching a cold. But his body was indeed sore and weak, and there was a sense of uneasiness flowing through his blood. Bright saw that he was indeed in a bad state, so he comforted him and said, "You should have a good rest these two days, and I will take care of the night watch."
"Thank you, Bright," Lucian said softly.
Bright smiled.
He looked at Lucian, the white-haired beauty was sitting at the head of the bed yawning. His features were soft and beautiful, only the red magic pattern was so annoying.
Get a grip on yourself, he thought.
He would definitely bring back the pure Son of God from the past. Just thinking about it, a bright smile appeared on his face again.
Before leaving the room, he vaguely smelled the fragrance again—the sweet fragrance coming from Lucian. Compared with yesterday, this faint fragrance became stronger and stronger.
…
Lucian felt that his condition was getting worse. He rested in the church for a day, but his headache and body aches did not get better. Instead, his headache became more and more severe. He felt sore and numb on his head, as if something was pressing against his scalp in those two places.
Lucian didn't want to pretend to be a good person when he was in a bad mood. Anyway, he had already won Bright's favor with the potion yesterday, so he naturally threw the task of brewing the disguise potion to Bright, and sat beside him with a pillow to supervise.
Bright accepted his request very happily, smiling brightly, and even picked another basket of fruit for him.
"I don't like this fruit." Lucian said, trying his best to appear gentle, even though his physical discomfort had made his temper worse and worse.
"When we get to Dusk City, I'll find more delicious food for you. But now, I only have this fruit... By the way, you can use it as food, right?"
When he said the last sentence, Lucian was rubbing a spot on his head with his fingers in annoyance. The pain there was so obvious that he didn't hear Bright's question clearly.
Bright's face darkened for a moment.
His movements in making the potion were very honest, and each step met the requirements. Lucian watched him, and when he saw that he was about to finish, he felt more and more uncomfortable, as if something was always poking him.
But every time I touched it, I couldn't figure it out.
Finally, with the addition of the last three-star grass, the originally mixed-color potion was black, all its brilliance was absorbed, and it became the color of stars. As long as Lucian drank the potion, used magic, and thought about the person he wanted to become, he could complete his disguise.
When I was at Cecil's house, there were many gatherings of young nobles. Sometimes they would try this new magic in private. However, whether they could successfully change into another person's appearance also depended on the purity of the magic. Some of the young men whose magic was not pure enough only changed their faces, some only changed their noses, and some even completely changed themselves into another ugly appearance.
Lucian finally felt relieved after getting the potion. He took the potion and wanted to put it in his coat pocket. Seeing him staggering to get up, Bright immediately said, "I'll help you get it."
Lucian nodded and smiled lightly: "Thank you."
Bright took the coat from the shelf, and Lucian put the bottle into the inner pocket of the coat. After doing all this, he found that Bright's eyes were staring at a certain part of the coat. Following his gaze, he found that there was an embroidery at the collar.
—Embroidery with the name of Vader.
Lucian just pretended not to see it. He put on his coat. The matter was done. If he wasn't really feeling unwell, he would have wanted to run away. Seeing that he was about to leave, he didn't try to comfort Bright, but yawned softly at him.
"I'm a little tired." He said softly, "I want to sleep for a while, can I?"
Lucian really wanted to sleep for a while. His physical discomfort had reached its peak.
Bright nodded. After he left, Lucian carefully set up a barrier at the head of the bed to ensure his own safety.
The discomfort in his body spread like a flame, and when he drew the last stroke, Lucian could hardly control his fingers. He drew the forbidden spell with trembling hands, and then curled up and fell on the bed.
pain.
Uncomfortable.
fever.
It's like something is about to break out of the ground.
As time passed, the night came, and the cold moon peeked out from behind the clouds, shining on the shivering young man in the window. Under the moonlight, the young man's body was twisted. His hands tightly grasped the shirt on his chest, and the joints were protruding, as if he was in great pain, and painful whimpers came from his throat.
hot.
heat.
Pain... soreness... numbness along the entire spine, soreness in all the muscles of the body, throbbing temples, as if the whole person is being crushed into a ball of water, and even the breath is hot with pain.
"Help..." He uttered a weak voice in this extreme discomfort, "System...Help..."
"Why… "
After biting the tip of his tongue, Lucian finally gained a brief moment of clarity. He trembled and tried to get up from his curled-up position. He felt very hot, like a baked cream puff, with the high temperature and melted syrup boiling and flowing back in his blood, tormenting him. He covered his throbbing temple and thought of finding something cool to drink - whether it was water or jumping into the lake.
At this moment, he also heard the sound of the door opening.
Good fortune never comes alone, and misfortune never comes singly.
"Lucian." He heard Bright's voice, which was very vague. "What's wrong with you?"
"Bright..." Lucian managed to squeeze out these few words, "I feel very uncomfortable..."
He took a deep breath and felt the pain in the two spots on his head getting worse. The pain had passed, replaced by soreness, and then numbness. He didn't have time to think about this feeling, so he said to Bright: "I may need some medicine..."
"It's okay, Lucian." Bright bent down and held out his hand to him. "You don't need medicine. On the night of the full moon, I know that the despicable bloodline that haunts you is awakening, but it's not your fault..."
When Lucian raised his eyes with difficulty, he was shocked by what he saw.
He saw Bright looking at him with concern, holding a holy bottle of holy water and a holy vessel in his hands.
"I will use it to cleanse your magic pattern and purify you." Bright stared at him and said, "I have confirmed in the past few days that you are still the kind and gentle Lucian. As long as the traces of the demon bloodline are washed away, you will still be your original appearance..."
Lucian: …
Of course he knew what the holy water was used for, and when that stuff was poured onto the demons, it would make more than just a sizzling sound.
Bright continued to speak, looking at him affectionately and firmly: "Lucian, believe me. It's not you who is wrong, but this world. You don't need medicine, you just need... purification."
"I don't need medicine..." Lucian murmured.
Bright nodded gently but firmly, as if to give him all the support he could.
“… But I… think you… need medicine!” Lucian collapsed. Even in extreme discomfort, this huge stimulation made him squeeze out the energy to reply, “Wait, do you think you are acting in some R-rated drama… Damn!”
I never thought that a knight with thick eyebrows and big eyes like Bright could be so crazy!
Lucian struggled out of the vortex of pain for a while, took the initiative, and formed a seal with one hand. Bright had never expected Lucian to resist, and his attack was so fierce and accurate.
—Going straight to Bright's vital point without showing any mercy.
"Lucian, I don't want to hurt you! I just want us to go back to the past, like the way we used to be... Don't overreact so much..."
The holy water fell to the ground and shattered. Bright was caught in a dilemma, just blocking but unwilling to take any real ruthless action. Lucian knew that Bright had no real intention of "hurting" him, but he still attacked fiercely with a clear conscience.
He knew that he only had this much strength left, so every blow was a life-and-death struggle.
Finally, Bright was thrown to the ground by him. Bright opened his mouth, and after the initial shock of being attacked, he turned into anger: "Why did you..."
Lucian responded by raising the vase high up and hitting him on the head.
He was panting, the struggle just now had almost exhausted all his energy. Lucian trembled his hands and cast a binding seal on Bright. He failed to kill Bright, he was not in good condition, and the ancestral amulet on Bright also blocked the fatal blow.
He got off Bright's body and hissed in pain - his ankle had been stained with holy water during the fight, and now there was a dark red mark on it.
"Damn it, it's really damn terrible..." He bit his own palm to keep himself awake, "Damn it..."
This world he inexplicably returned to is too dangerous!
The moon is full in the sky.
He trembled and crawled to the foot of the wall, trying to support himself by the wall to climb up. But he grabbed twice and only weakly grabbed a little wall dust - after the extreme secretion of adrenaline ended, all the pain came back.
Above his head and behind him... he felt a tingling sensation as if hundreds of ants were gnawing at his heart, as if something was about to break out of the ground.
Lucian finally fell to the foot of the wall.
Cold... No, hot...
Pain, discomfort, soreness... He felt as if he was in a horrible hell. He shivered again and again, and the pain was accompanied by more strange feelings.
He tried to curl up his body, wrapping himself tightly with his coat, and passively sniffing the air above. He didn't know that he was shivering with cold and his eyes were blurred with tears.
In that moment of trance, he suddenly thought he heard footsteps.
There was the sound of footsteps coming towards here.
The door was opened. Lucian didn't even have the strength to raise his head. His eyes were hazy and he struggled to touch his head with his hands.
—At that moment, he seemed to touch something hard.
Hard and small, like a lamb's newly grown horns.
The top of the head... the coccyx... At that moment, Lucian finally understood their existence in his confused consciousness!
Those are the succubus's... horns and tail!
He's starting to grow horns and a tail!
The black leather boots stopped in front of him, with a familiar smell, just like the coat he was wearing now. The man looked down and looked coldly at the white-haired beauty curled up in his coat.
Lucian subconsciously wanted to escape to the other side, but before he could move, he was grabbed by his long hair.
And was strangled by the neck.