Chapter 1494: Red Butterfly's Magic Potion

Among all the witches Xia De knew, besides Miss Dannister herself, Sister Daifulin and the nuns of the Lingxiu Sect were the most proficient in this kind of strange art that requires deep meditation and cooperation. Some time ago, the nun even taught Xia De the meditation method unique to the 【Lingxiu Sect】. Unfortunately, Xia De was participating in the final story of the Randall Valley at that time, so he had been neglecting practice.

After hearing Xia De's request for help, Sister Daifulin said that they could provide help. But the learning of "Moon Dream" is best at night, but it is morning now, so the sect needs to prepare in advance.

Since he had already come here, Xia De did not rush to leave. Just now he had sent a letter to the

This sacrificial ground located on the mountain peak actually has many interesting aspects. Xia De had originally intended to spend the morning in the sacrificial ground's library, but after speaking with Sister Daifulin, he decided to practice his swordsmanship with the torch-bearing sister instead.

He certainly did not bring 【Night Watcher】 with him, but there are many cold weapons in the sacrificial ground that could be considered antiques, such as one-handed longswords, two-handed greatswords, and armor.

Sister Daifulin did not use her 【Ashes】 either, but instead used ordinary weapons to practice with Xia De.

The practice location was in the deepest part of the sacrificial ground, in that circular sacrificial arena used to store the "Primordial Fire." Although Xia De had learned superior swordsmanship from the inheritance of 【Night Watcher】 and even dared to call himself a "Sword Master," he clearly felt the gap between himself and an opponent like Sister Daifulin, who was equally skilled with cold weapons.

After all, he had been fighting with a sword for less than half a year.

Sister Daifulin is not only skilled in using a one-handed sword, but she also has deep insights into the use of the scythe. Before becoming a Chosen One and obtaining the scythe that symbolizes "Death," the scythe she personally used was the "Ice Scythe," a spiritual weapon summoned through thaumaturgy.

In the latter half of the sparring session, with Xia De using the 【Moonlight Greatsword】, Sister Daifulin held a sword in one hand and a scythe in the other, responding to Xia De's attacks as if she were gliding across the ground.

She remained silent throughout, her fierce attack methods leaving Xia De unable to cope. Xia De could clearly feel that the sister was intentionally going easy on him. After all, whether in terms of technique or Ring Ringed Ringed Shushi level, Xia De was the weaker one, yet after sparring for the whole morning, he kept feeling that he was just a hair's breadth away from winning each time.

In short, such a hearty and exhilarating 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 clashing longswords, and he could also feel the greater strength bestowed upon his body in the force of her wrist when the sister's longsword parried and deflected his attacks.

Using this method to spend the recovery period after a serious illness was the most suitable for the Outsider. When Xia De finally blocked the sister's scythe with the greatsword in his hand and used the force of the counterattack to bump the sister away with his body, the morning's practice finally ended:

"Oh, that was truly excellent. Sister Daifulin, if there is time in the future, may I come and practice with you again?"

Sister Daifulin stepped back a few paces, leaving Xia De's proximity. The intense battle did not cause her to break a sweat, as if all the light and heat of her body and soul had long since been absorbed by the Primordial Fire:

"You may."

She said with her head lowered, the scythe in her hand turning into ice-blue points of light and disappearing, the flickering radiance illuminating her fair face.

Sister Daifulin still had some matters to attend to, so she did not return to Midhillburg with Xia De at noon, which meant the sister's presence was missing from the dining table at the Cassandra Auction House.

The old witch of the auction house, Miss Rita Swift, and the Red Butterfly twins all knew the news of Xia De's illness. At the lunch table, they specifically confirmed Xia De's current condition. This illness came quickly and went quickly; even the knowledgeable Granny Cassandra could not say for sure what had happened to Xia De.

But the even more knowledgeable Grace and Helen seemed to know something. After lunch, when the old witch took her apprentices to handle auction house chores, leaving time for Xia De and them, the fifteen or sixteen-year-old girls sat side by side on the sofa, looking as if they had something to say but were holding back.

"I didn't ask any strange questions just now, did I?"

Xia De blinked while holding his teacup:

"I just wanted to know what that magic potion you gave me was—the one that was sour and sweet but tasted very much like blood wine... Oh, I see, there are some things you still can't tell me, is that it?"

"Sir, it is not like that."

Grace, wearing a white dress, supported herself on the sofa with both hands, her legs wrapped in white stockings swinging back and forth. She looked at her sister, and seeing that the other did not speak, she said somewhat shyly:

"Actually, that is a raw material extracted from us. After participating in the 【Feast of the Earth Mother】, our relic power was further suppressed, and instead, the blessing power once given by the deity, after being cleansed by the power of the earth, belongs entirely to us. So..."

"Twenty drops of our blood."

Helen in the black dress said in a low voice. As Xia De frowned, Grace carefully observed Xia De's expression and continued to add:

"A small cup of... sweat, prepared in a special way."

"Mixed with early spring dew collected from the tender leaves of the big tree on the top of Sikar Mountain, added with amethyst powder, No. 3 Holy Water, a little bit of grapes, as well as daisies, grass, leaves, olives, and butterfly wings."

Helen said in a slow voice, as if reciting poetry.

"Brewed in a dark room for a whole night, and before dawn, a pure virgin must hold the wine glass with bare hands and expose the potion to the first ray of sunlight."

Grace said, the young girl's red lips parted slightly as she spoke the final steps:

"Take off our clothes, we stand back to back, and let the witch weave our hair together. The long hair acts as a filter to strain the residue of the potion. And the raw essence of the potion still needs a final brewing. I hope you don't mind, the brewing process... um... have you ever heard that in the ancient era, female priests..."

Grace was a bit embarrassed to continue, but after a pause, she finished the final process:

"Ancient female priests brewed fine wine by chewing it in their mouths to reward pious heroes."

"Hmm..."

Xia De felt that he had better not continue to ask what exactly they had done:

"The taste is actually quite good."

He could only say this, trying his best to forget the brewing method of this special magic potion.

Helen tilted her head shyly and leaned on her sister's shoulder. Although Grace was also very shy, she still pursed her lips and smiled:

"Sir, if you would like to taste it again, we can provide you with some every month."

The fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl had quite beautiful eyes, but Xia De did not dare to look her in the eye:

"No need, no need, I am already better 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 'distortion and filth of the Earth's origin,' but why was it a high fever that wouldn't go away?"

Grace gently combed through Helen's long hair as she leaned on her shoulder:

"Although past memories are missing and blurred because the power was sealed, this is not impossible to find an answer to. Sir, do you remember some time ago, we brought a relic to determine your lineage?"

"Yes, I am human, and Little Mia has a partial lineage of the 'Son of the Sun'."

Xia De nodded:

"So..."

"Although relics are magical, they are not omnipotent."

As relics themselves, the Red Butterfly twins were more qualified to say such things:

"We suspect that the lineage the relic determined for you is incorrect. Or rather, partially inaccurate."

"I really have an exotic lineage?"

Xia De suddenly perked up from his post-lunch drowsiness.

"Cannot be sure, after all, we have never heard of any exotic being that can directly absorb that level of distorted filth... Sir, can we taste your blood? Right now."

Grace made the request, and Xia De naturally agreed. He had intended to use a small knife to cut his finger, but the Red Butterfly girls stood up, each took one of Xia De's hands, and then bit open the thumbs of his left and right hands respectively.

He did not feel much pain, and the girls who had sucked Xia De's blood looked at each other, as if trying to confirm the answer with one another:

"We ourselves do not have the ability to identify lineages, otherwise we wouldn't have specifically brought a relic for you some time ago. But when that God of Blood coveted our flesh and soul, she did indeed give us her power. So, we are... Sister, you say it."

Helen and Grace sat back in their seats, and the girl in the white dress licked her lips, as if savoring something:

"You are definitely not a pure-blooded human. There is a very strange power in your blood, very faint, almost imperceptible. If it weren't for us, and the blood was offered to us voluntarily by you, it would be impossible to detect by any means. That unique feeling, um... it's like stone."

"And very cold."

"Very supple."

"The power of a woman."

"Contains the colors of the starry sky."

"Older than us."

They confirmed their answers with each other, but still could not give a conclusion as to what exactly was wrong with Xia De's lineage:

"It doesn't matter. This is the first time I have fully confirmed that there is something wrong with this body of mine; you have already helped a great deal."

Combined with the fact that this body fell from the top of a high tower in the spring of 1853, it seems the story of the past is becoming increasingly complex.

Following that, Xia De mentioned the Keeper-level relic, the Flower Seller, whom he and Yin Luna encountered in the sewers when he was in Randall Valley. That little girl carrying a flower basket also demanded his blood in the end as the price for letting go of the girls she had "abducted" to help her plant flowers. It seems she also knew the value of Xia De's blood.

"That flower-selling girl, huh."

As fellow humanoid relics, Helen and Grace naturally knew of her.