Phoenix, you are not called that for nothing. Could it be that you are really using the blood of the Phoenix to make wine just like the fake advertisement put out by Golden Elk Winery? The divine influence of Luas can’t be cured by holy water. Please explain it. Yeah, you are even better than holy water.
Pleasant excitedly raised the Phoenix on the table and poured all the remaining wine in it into his mouth.
It is indeed a good wine. No wonder Vobilens dares to sell it for 30 dollars a bottle. The price-performance ratio is the best for holy water.
Pleasant gently touched the original location of the wound on his left eye, and the real touch of the facial muscles told him that everything that happened was real. Although the blindness in his left eye was not cured, as long as it was gone, With this wound that kept rotting his body, he lost an important confidant, which was a bloody gain for Pleasant.
But after the inner joy dissipated, various questions also emerged in Pleasant's mind.
"What exactly happened last night?"
"What exactly healed the wound on his left eye."
"And where is that boy Onai?"
The first and third questions are not particularly important. The most important question is the second question. What on earth healed the wound on his left eye?
There's no way it's really Phoenix. Pleasant doesn't believe that Duke Verbilens, the biggest black-hearted entrepreneur in the North, would really put precious healing medicines in the wine of his own winery.
"Isn't the source of corruption transferred? It's better to ask Nuo Ling. After all, he knows better about things related to divine energy." Plisson's heart trembled, and the inexplicable wound suddenly recovered. This was indeed a bit strange. He He couldn't rule out the possibility of anything bad, after all, he couldn't say whether wound recovery could eradicate the rot.
Thinking of this, Plisson began to communicate with the eternal imprint in his mind, and he was ready to enter the eternal core.
After a few seconds of brief communication, his figure disappeared into the captain's cabin of the Ghost Sheep.
In the inner space of the Eternal Core, on a piece of green grass, following the space ripples, a young man wearing black clothes slowly appeared here.
Pleasant raised his head and looked around. Giant trees surrounded the flat grass. There was no one in the empty sight. He did not see Nuo Ling.
"There's no one here. Could it be that this place has been invaded again?" Plisson's face changed slightly, obviously the incident that happened last time left a big shadow on him.
"Host, are you looking for me?" Nuo Ling, wearing a long skirt, suddenly appeared in front of Plissen.
Plissen seemed to be used to Nuo Ling appearing suddenly anytime and anywhere, so he was not frightened. He said calmly: "Come here and help me see if the injury on the left eye on my face is healed. Divine influence Are there any left?"
"After these days, the left side of your face must have been badly damaged. Are you trying to scare me?" Nuo Ling stared at Pleasant. She always felt that the other party had some evil intentions.
"Am I scaring you? You have a persecution disorder, right? Every time you teleport directly next to me in a daze, I don't blame you for scaring me." Plisson was speechless, and he was too lazy to say more. What? He reached out and pulled off the blindfold of his left eye, and his gray-white pupils were instantly exposed to the air.
"You recovered?!" Nuo Ling showed a rare expression of surprise. Her long eyelashes blinked a few times in surprise, but then she shook her head violently, "Wait, this is not right, it is not right."
"What's wrong?" There was some worry in Plisson's heart. He had been confused by the sudden and inexplicable recovery of his rotten wound. This was indeed too strange. Could it be that some kind of special change had occurred under the influence of divinity, and the rottenness had changed from the outside? For internal rot? If true, that's trouble.
"If you continue talking, what's wrong?" Plissen looked at Nuo Ling uneasily, his expression full of anxiety.
"The smell on your body is wrong." Nuo Ling glanced at Pleasant's blind left eye and said seriously: "It's very wrong."
"What do I smell like?" Plisson asked confused.
"Yes, you smell like Aphrodite."
"Aphrodite? Who is this? It sounds strangely familiar." When Plissen heard Nuo Ling mention it, he always felt that the name had some impression on him, but he couldn't remember where he left the impression. .
"He is the god of love and beauty, the subordinate god of the ancient god Theia."
"The God of Love and Beauty? Didn't you say that all gods are almost dead? Also, what is a god?"
"They are similar to the old gods, or they are a type of old gods. The difference from other old gods is that they are generally subordinate to a certain ancient god. In the second era, the number of subordinate gods may be greater than that of those who are not attached to it. There are many more old gods among the ancient gods.”
"Do gods also form cliques? Then will the ancient gods bring a group of subordinate gods to collect protection fees from other old gods?"
"Why do you think about such a bizarre question? Most of the gods are just the descendants of the ancient gods. And as gods of the same kingdom, isn't it a very reasonable thing to be attached to the most powerful being in the kingdom? , We are all gods, we can just live in peace and harmony, unlike you humans who fight all day long."
"That's true, then go ahead and talk."
"It doesn't mean that if you smell like Aphrodite, you must have been in contact with her."
"you mean........"
"You may have had contact with her favored one, or in other words, her favored one used his divine power to help you eradicate the rotten wounds on your face." Nuo Ling smiled slightly, "By the way, there is one more thing. The thing is, in addition to being the goddess of love and beauty, Aphrodite also has some authority over healing."
"Healing authority, divine power, God's favored ones that I have been in contact with." Plisson fell into thinking.
"Host, you seem to be quite popular. Someone has helped you solve the trouble on your face, so I don't have anything to do with you. But don't forget to complete the new task. I'm waiting for the new dice to be rolled for me. Woolen cloth."
"Don't worry about this, I won't give up on something that is good for me." Plissen seemed to have figured out who the person was who could relieve his troubles, so he calmly replied to Nuo Ling.
"I feel reassured by your words as a host. Although you are not very good in other places, your efficiency in completing tasks is still quite good."
"Ha..." The corner of Plisson's mouth twitched, "Then see you again, Miss Old God."
"Goodbye, Mr. Pirate." Nuo Ling's smile was like a breath of fresh air.
But at this time, Plissen didn't have the time to care about whether Luo Ling's smile looked good or not. He communicated with the imprint of the Eternal Core, and soon returned to the captain's cabin of the Ghost Sheep.
He tidied up his clothes again, and then prepared to go out, but just as he walked to the door, a handsome young man with blond hair opened the door and walked in...
