Heras took the wooden box and frowned after taking a look at it, "Are there any adverse reactions to Druid after taking it?"
"There are some, such as a decrease in natural perception, and the body will be weak for a period of time. It seems that this thing will affect the life span." Clarence sighed and said: "But it can indeed lift the confinement of the meditation space. For those who are promoted
For a hopeless druid, these side effects are acceptable. I guess the principle of this ointment is to use the power of death to break through the confinement, and in the process it has a great impact on natural perception."
"Probably not... It seems that you druids really haven't done much research on the magic of the undead faction." Heras retorted lightly, "The potions refined by undead magic either have no side effects, or the side effects are definitely more than this.
.”
Just as he was about to explain in detail, a female elf walked in at the door. She was wearing a blue and white moon god sacrificial robe, and her hair was also shiny with silver. This female elf had big eyes, and her pupils seemed to be filled with the mist of the blue moon.
The whites of her eyes were almost transparent, making her eyes look like two clear lakes reflecting the Miracle Moon.
With such obvious features, Heras knew who she was at a glance. He greeted her politely, "Nice to meet you, Ms. Glalenya. Your beauty is amazing."
"I am also amazed by your handsomeness, scholar of Emma." Glalenya chuckled softly: "I have rarely seen humans whose appearance puts elves to shame."
"Well, I have seen one...I just don't know if she is still alive now." Heras said half-truthfully. He thought of the girl named Julia, the girl who was cursed and blessed.
The king gave the priest a god-given soul. His breathtaking beauty seemed to combine all the beautiful qualities of women, which impressed him immediately at a glance.
"Oh? Is she more beautiful than me?" Glalenya joked. As a devout priest, she actually didn't care what she looked like, but she was really surprised when Heras nodded.
Now, just because she doesn't care about her appearance doesn't mean she knows nothing about her beauty.
"It seems that the genetics of these humans in the Western Continent are really not that good, making us all a little ignorant." Glenlenya smiled and sat next to her brother, and continued: "The world is very big, maybe I should go further.
have a look."
"But before that, I hope you can take me back to the Elf Empire. Beautiful lady, it was just an accident that I came to the Western Continent. But since I'm here, I still hope to collect the historical records here." Heras said sincerely.
Gotta say.
"Of course, if the druids here can get out of the predicament, I will soon return to the Elf Empire. This time I came here to make the Druid Elders very dissatisfied. The expelled elves are not good in the eyes of the elders.
He should get any kind of help." After saying this, Glalenya glanced at her brother with pity, while Clarence snorted indifferently.
"In this case, I will try my best to study this thing." Heras stood up and said.
"You can use my laboratory, Scholar Emma, come with me." Clarence said simply, as if he was a little uncomfortable having his sister sitting next to him.
"Brother, even if you did something wrong, you have been punished as you deserved. There is no need to feel guilty all the time." Glalenya said calmly from behind.
"Huh? Am I feeling guilty?" Clarence waved his hands behind him several times and walked towards the garden path without looking back.
After walking along the path for a while, Heras saw a tree hole covered with ironwood thorns at the end of the road. Clarence put his hand on the edge of the tree hole, and the surrounding ironwood thorns automatically gave way, "Don't
Don't come in yet." Clarence ordered. Every spellcaster's laboratory has many research secrets of its own, and Heras understood this very well.
There was a ping-pong-pong sound in the laboratory for a while, and Heras could see manuscript papers flying everywhere outside. Then Clarence's voice came: "Emma's scholar, you can come in."
Heras cast a detection magic trap inside, and cast a sight mark. After confirming that there was no abnormality, he walked in and found that the alchemy table had been cleaned. He took out various alchemy instruments from the space ring and sequenced them.
If there is a ready-made alchemy table placed in the corresponding magic circle on the alchemy table, he will not have to spend materials to set up a temporary alchemy magic circle.
He divided the ointments into ten parts and began to measure the properties of various aspects according to different procedures. Clarence was obviously a little unfamiliar with the wizards' testing methods. He couldn't even be an assistant, so he could only stay quietly and wait.
result.
‘Toxicity: Mild’
‘Magic Curse Energy: None’
In less than half an hour, the results of the two ointments were displayed one after another, and Clarence breathed a sigh of relief.
But the result of the third ointment made him feel bad again.
"I've known there's something wrong with this thing for a long time!" He roared in a low voice. Divine curses directly act on the soul, which is more difficult than ordinary magical curses that only act on the body. After all, magical curses can basically be driven away by external force, while exorcising gods
In most cases, magical curses can only rely on their own strength. This is also the main reason why the favored ones of the Anfarian Soul God - Casomires, the King of Curses and Blessings, are feared.
Heras waved his hand to keep him quiet: "Wait before drawing any conclusions. If there are obvious traces of a magical curse, Ms. Glenlenya will find it."
After waiting patiently for more than an hour, the results of two more ointments came out.
‘Core ingredient: Heart of Silence’ - ‘Content: Rare’
"No wonder the divine curse energy can be detected..." Heras muttered. The Corrupted Brain and the Dead Heart came from the slaves of Death in the Styx plane. It seems that some necromancers were summoned from the underworld.
The undead soul favored by the God of Death. Then he made the unlucky guy who was summoned into a magic material...
After the ingredients were analyzed, the consequences of taking it soon appeared one after another.
‘Soul Weakening Curse: Danger’
‘Soul Aging Curse: Fatal’
‘Magic Amplification: Super Meditation’
‘Magic Enhancement: Imprisonment Release’
"It seems that you mages are good at this...and what is the last result?" Clarence said upon seeing this, "But this is not right. Those druids did not have any fatal reaction after taking it. Gray
Lunya didn’t find any magical curse in their souls.”
Heras ignored him and waited quietly for a while, and the result of the last ointment was finally identified.
‘Basic ingredients: unknown’ – ‘Content: many’
Heras frowned and picked up the test tube of the last ointment, poured out a little pale stone powder, twisted it with his fingers, and his whole body immediately seemed to freeze.
At that moment, he felt that the death-gray torrent flashing in the black fragment in the ring of isolation dimmed for a moment, and then returned to its original state.
Ever since General Salamus gave him the fragment, he has never noticed any abnormal changes in the fragment. This is the first time that this has happened...
"This is no accident..." Heras affirmed, "The reason why the divine curse did not take effect must be because these powders can absorb divine power, and the black crystal fragment can absorb the vitality of divine blood.
, if it is by chance, the probability is too small!"
"Can that fragment also absorb divine power? Since it can absorb even the vitality of divine blood, it shouldn't be a problem to absorb divine power..." Heras subconsciously touched the ring of isolation.
I feel like I need to find out where those powders come from!
"Scholar Emma? What's wrong with you?" Clarence couldn't help but ask when he saw Heras was silent for a long time.
"Nothing... I'm just a little interested in these things." Heras said casually.
"What are those powders?" Clarence asked next, he only cared about whether he could lift the druids from their imprisonment.
"This powder itself cannot relieve the imprisonment, but if you give me a lot, I will be sure to optimize the ointment so that the side effects of the ointment will be negligible." Heras replied casually, hiding the shock in his heart.
"We'll try our best to get this powder." Clarence nodded.
"How powerful is that gangster?" Heras asked suddenly.
"The seventh-level blood knight is the only high-level one in this city." Clarence gave the Emma a strange look. Could he be thinking...
"How about we make a deal? Clarence." Heras said calmly: "I will help you kill him and let you take over the city. After that, I will get all the inheritance of that gangster!"
"What?!" Clarence was shocked by this sentence. The Amarr had always behaved politely, but he didn't expect that he could keep his face straight when talking about these murderous things... and he still wanted to kill a high-level professional.
who...
"In any case, helping you is a gesture of goodwill to the Elf Empire, and I really hate those lawless gang leaders!" Heras said righteously.
Clarence looked at him ridiculously, shook his head, and nodded again, "If you can help us kill that gang leader, his inheritance will naturally belong to you."