Among all the sorceresses Shad knew, apart from Miss Danister herself, Sister Develyn and the nuns of the Spiritual Order were the most proficient in this kind of magic that required deep meditation. Some time ago, the nun even taught Shad the unique meditation method of the Spiritual Order, but unfortunately Shad was participating in the last story of the Randall Valley at that time, so he had been neglecting to practice.
After listening to Shade's request for help, Sister Defulin said they could help. However, the best time to study "Dream of the Moon" was at night, and it was morning now, so the sect needed to prepare in advance.
Now that he was here, Shade was in no hurry to leave. He had just sent a letter to Cassandra Auction House at Midhill Castle, 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 on the top of the mountain actually has many interesting places. Shade originally planned to spend this morning in the library of the sacrificial site, but after talking with Sister Defulin, he decided to practice his swordsmanship with the fire-wielding nun.
Of course he did not bring the Night Watch with him, but there were many cold weapons such as one-handed longswords, two-handed heavy swords, and armor in the sacrificial site that could be considered antiques.
Sister Defulyn did not use her Ashes either, but also used ordinary weapons to practice with Shade.
The practice location was in the deepest part of the sacrificial field, in the circular sacrificial field where the "Original Fire" was stored. Although Shade had learned superior swordsmanship from the Night Watchmen's inheritance and even dared to call himself a "swordsman master", he still clearly felt the gap when he really fought with Sister Defulin, who was also good at cold weapons.
After all, he had only been fighting with a sword for less than half a year.
Sister Defulin is not only good at using a one-handed sword, but also has a lot of experience in using sickles. Before becoming the chosen one and obtaining the sickle that symbolizes "death", the sickle she often used was the spiritual weapon "Ice Scythe" that she summoned with magic.
In the second half of the sparring, when Shad used the Moonlight Greatsword, Sister Defulin also held the sword in one hand and the sickle in the other, almost sliding on the ground to deal with Shad's attack.
She didn't say a word the whole time, and her fierce attack methods made Shade overwhelmed. Shade could clearly feel that the nun was deliberately letting him win. After all, whether in terms of skills or ring warlock level, Shade was the weaker one, but after practicing for a whole morning, he felt that he almost won every time.
In short, this 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 produced by the collision of long swords, and he could also feel the stronger power given to his body from the strength of his wrist when the nun's long sword blocked and rebounded his attack.
This method is the most suitable for outsiders to spend the recovery period after a serious illness. When Xia De finally blocked the nun's sickle with the sword in his hand, and used the force of the counterattack to knock the nun away with his body, the morning's practice finally ended:
"Oh, that's great. Sister Defulin, can I come and practice with you when I have time in the future?"
Sister Defulin took a few steps back and left Shade's side. The fierce battle did not make her sweat at all, as if all the light and heat of her body and soul had already been absorbed by the primordial fire:
"Can."
She lowered her head and said this, the sickle in her hand turned into an ice-blue light and disappeared, the flickering light illuminating her fair face.
Sister Defulyn had some other things to do, so she did not return to Midhill Castle with Shad at noon, so the nun was not present at the lunch table at Cassandra Auction House.
The old witch of the auction house, Miss Rita Swift, and the Red Butterfly Twins all knew about Shad's illness. At the lunch table, they also confirmed Shad's current condition. This disease came and went quickly, and even the knowledgeable Cassandra couldn't explain what happened to Shad.
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. The fifteen or sixteen-year-old girls sat side by side on the sofa, looking as if they wanted to say something but hesitated.
"I didn't ask any weird questions just now, did I?"
Xia De held the teacup and blinked:
"I just want to know what that sour and sweet potion you gave me is... Oh, I see. There are some things you can't tell me, right?"
"That's not the case, sir."
Grace, wearing a white dress, supported herself on the sofa with her hands, and her legs wrapped in white stockings swayed back and forth. She looked at her sister, and seeing that she didn't say anything, she said shyly:
"In fact, those are the raw materials taken from us. After participating in the feast of the Mother Earth, the power of our relics was further suppressed. Instead, the blessed power once given by the gods, after being washed by the power of the earth, completely belongs to us. So..."
"Twenty drops of our blood."
Helen in the black dress whispered. When Xia De frowned, Grace carefully observed Xia De's expression and continued to add:
"A small cup of ... sweat prepared in a special way."
"Mix it with the early spring dew collected from the young leaves of the big tree on the top of Sikar Mountain, add amethyst powder, Holy Water No. 3, a little grapes, daisies, grass, leaves, olives and butterfly wings."
Helen spoke in a slow voice, as if she was reciting poetry.
"It is brewed in a dark room all night, and before dawn, a pure virgin is naked, holding a wine cup in her hand, exposing the potion to the first rays of sunlight."
Grace said, the young girl opened her red lips slightly and said the final step:
"We take off our clothes, stand back to back, and let the witch braid our hair together. The long hair will act as a filter to filter out the residue of the potion. The original potion still needs the final brewing. I hope you don't mind the brewing process... Um... Have you heard that in ancient times, female sacrifices..."
Grace was a little embarrassed to continue, but after a pause she finished describing the final process:
"In ancient times, female priests used chewing to brew fine wine as a reward for pious heroes."
"Um... ... "
Xia De felt that he should not continue to ask them what they had done:
“It actually tastes pretty good.”
That was all he could say, trying to forget how this particular potion was brewed.
Helen leaned her head shyly on her sister's shoulder. Although Grace was also shy, she still smiled:
"Sir, if you still want to taste it, we can provide you with some every month."
The girl was fifteen or sixteen years old, with very beautiful eyes, but Xia De didn't dare to look her in the eye:
"No, no, I'm fine now."
He decided to walk away from this dangerous topic:
"Speaking of which, do you know what happened to me? I know my illness is related to the 'distorted filth of the origin of the earth', but why is the high fever not going away?"
Grace gently combed Helen's long hair, which was leaning on her shoulder:
"Although the memories of the past are missing and vague because the power was sealed, it is not impossible to find the answer. Sir, remember that some time ago, we found the relics and confirmed your bloodline."
"Yes, I am human, and Mia is partly of the 'Son of the Sun' bloodline."
Xia De nodded:
"so... ... "
“Although relics are magical, they are not omnipotent.”
As relics, the Red Butterfly Twins are more qualified to say this:
"We suspect that the relic's determination of your ancestry is incorrect. Or rather, it is partially inaccurate."
"Do I really have alien blood?"
Xia De suddenly woke up from his post-lunch drowsiness.
"I'm not sure. After all, we have never heard of any alien species that can directly absorb that level of twisted filth... Sir, can we taste your blood? Now."
Grace made a request, and Shade agreed. He was going to cut his finger with a knife, but the Red Butterfly girls stood up, each holding one of Shade's hands, and then bit his left and right thumbs.
There was not much pain, and the girls who sucked Shade's blood looked at each other, as if they wanted to confirm the answer with each other:
"We don't have the ability to identify bloodlines, otherwise we wouldn't have found the relics for you some time ago. But when the blood-sucking god coveted our flesh and blood souls, she did give us her power. So, our understanding of blood... Sister, tell me."
Helen and Grace returned to their seats. The girl in the white dress licked her lips, as if she was savoring something:
"You are definitely not a pure human. There is a very strange power in your blood, very slight, almost imperceptible. If it weren't for us, and that blood was voluntarily donated by you to us, it would not be detectable in any way. That unique feeling, well... like stone."
“And it’s cold.”
"Very supple."
“The power of women.”
"It has the colors of the starry sky."
"Older than we are."
They confirmed their answers with each other, but still could not come to a conclusion. What was wrong with Shade's bloodline
"It's okay. This is the first time I'm completely sure that there's something wrong with this body of mine. You guys 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.
Then, Shade mentioned the flower girl who sold secrets and relic items that he met in the sewer with Yin Luna when he was in Randall River Valley. The girl with the flower basket finally asked for her blood as the price for releasing the girls she had "kidnapped" to help her plant flowers. It seemed that she also knew the value of Shade's blood.
"The girl selling flowers."
As both are humanoid relics, Helen and Grace naturally know each other.