Hutton Mar, Baron Clough's house!
In the dim basement, red candlelight was floating, and transactions continued.
"Ahem...I want to buy...I want to buy medicine that can treat lung diseases, ahem..."
The voice of a man who sounded young and had a childish voice came from the high-backed chair opposite Lilith.
He hunched his neck and arched his waist, his whole body hidden under the black hooded robe, and he trembled and coughed from time to time, looking extremely painful.
"A potion to treat lung disease? You want to buy a potion with extraordinary power, right?"
A male voice with a sharp voice, but whose body outline was so bloated that it rivaled that of the previous lady, came from the corner:
"I have this medicine, which can treat both tuberculosis and white lung hydrops. All it takes is one bottle. How many gold pounds do you plan to spend on it?"
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As soon as these words came out, except for Pachido, who was wearing a red mask and hosting the party, and did not move at all, everyone else turned their bodies more or less slightly and looked at the fat man who said he had the potion without a sound. man.
"What's wrong with everyone? Why are you all looking at this person?" Lilith murmured in confusion.
"He has been exposed. From the sound of his voice, he should be a believer in the Original Lord, and is most likely a cleric of the 'witch' in the sequence path. With such a determined tone, he may not be far from a 'dispenser'."
Baron Clough was quite attentive. In order to show off his profound knowledge, he specially leaned into Lilith's ear and spoke.
"I admire this man's courage for daring to reveal his identity openly. I don't know if he did it on purpose or if he was really stupid."
Believe in the original Lord? Witch path to priesthood?
Lilith didn't listen to Clough's additional words. She was thinking about the respectful name of "Primordial Lord" in her mind. The name of this extraordinary path always felt like she had heard it somewhere.
About five seconds later, she suddenly recalled the poisoning incident in the cafeteria of Ghent University last summer. The initiator seemed to be a witch who believed in the original Lord.
I have two bottles of medicine, one is poison and the other is antidote. It is dark, should I poison or save people?
This is the most widely circulated description of witches in the outside world, and it is also a nursery rhyme that is closest to the truth.
In the Kingdom of Ghent, in addition to mutual checks and balances between churches, there is also an iron law, that is, churches can be hostile to each other, but they cannot be partial or tilted.
For example, the two major churches, the Iron Sun Church and the Holy See of Light, have been hostile to each other for a long time and cannot be traced back. This is a status quo that the Kingdom, the Honavitch Church, and the Poseidon Church are happy to see.
However, in the distant Third Age, during that ancient period, the Primitive Lord Church once helped the Holy See of Light to preach in the Tuduo Kingdom. This move undoubtedly violated the iron law of strictly prohibiting contact.
Originally, he only needed to remain silent to obtain the title of the Fifth Church in the Kingdom of Ghent and have the opportunity to preach. However, due to partiality, he was tacitly suppressed by the other three major churches.
But now the Church of the Original Lord has been placed in the gray area. It is neither an evil god nor a righteous god, and belongs to the fringe.
Therefore, as a 'witch' in this path sequence, although she will not be arrested by official forces in the Kingdom of Ghent, if she is bumped into by someone while walking on the main road, she will most likely be scorned.
Belief in evil gods and unknown hidden existences at least has a certain power of fear, but few people can look down on such a partial person as believing in the original lord.
Of course, countries are different from country to country, and the righteous gods believed in in each country are also different.
For example, the Benician dynasty, which was named after the god of war, classified the gods of sleep, crimson, and light into the category of evil gods.
In the Kingdom of Tudor, the Original Lord is one of the officially designated sects, but in Ghent, there are only a few scattered churches, and there are so few believers that it is not even possible to form a team of extraordinary people, because even if it is established, it will still have to be established. Without the approval of the royal family and the three orthodox churches, it is impossible to cooperate with official departments.
"30 pounds, 30 pounds for a bottle of healing potion."
The man hidden under the black robe heard that there was a medicine that could treat lung injuries. As if he was grasping at straws, he directly threw out 30 pounds in cash to buy the medicine.
"Deal, remember, after taking the potion, remember to find a woman to try it. Well, don't worry, I just added a little turtle soup to the potion. I guess you know its efficacy even if I don't tell you."
The obese man suspected of being a "witch" had his hood open, revealing a face wearing an iron-black mask. Due to his obesity, the mask only covered a smaller half of his face, leaving his cheeks and double chin clearly visible. , the fat on it seems to be shaking.
"Does anyone else want it? The pure turtle soup potion only costs 5 pounds. I only have 15 bottles left here. You are all noble children. You should have heard of turtle soup. In Zhanbaiting, in Tuduo, in Eastern Rome and Western Rome, those are hot commodities."
As soon as he finished speaking, three people raised their hands in unison. They forgot that this person was a believer of the Original Lord and began to grab the potion frantically, including even women.
Baron Clough originally wanted to raise his hand, but because Lilith was sitting next to him, he had to endure it and cursed secretly in his heart:
"Damn, these bitches snatched it away so fast, but they left a bottle for me."
As the daughter of the Prince of Wales, Lilith was the apple of the Moore family's eye. She had lived at the top of the aristocratic circle since she was a child, so she naturally knew what turtle soup was and its curative effects.
According to rumors, turtle soup is not just a soup made from turtles, but a mixture of many ingredients.
The main ingredients include live turtles, mummy powder, sunflower seeds, and a small amount of mercury and cinnabar. As for the preparation method, she only knows that it will be boiled into a pot of soup, which will most likely require the use of extraordinary power by a witch.
This potion can allow a man to explode with unprecedented strength within a week, and can even temporarily enlarge certain parts of his body, allowing him to experience extreme pleasure.
Of course, the side effects are also more obvious, that is, there will be a cooling period one week after taking it. This stage depends on the individual and should not exceed three days at most.
In the aristocratic circle of the Kingdom of Ghent, all young men who are engaged will prepare a turtle soup potion for themselves to show off their glory on the night they enter the marriage hall.
What a bunch of old perverts...
Lilith looked at the people rushing to grab the potion. She tilted her head and said to Baron Clough:
"Don't you want to buy it? Don't worry about me. If you want to buy it, you can buy it now, otherwise you won't have the chance to wait a while."
"No, no, I don't need this."
Baron Clough's heart skipped a beat when he was asked, and he quickly explained that he originally wanted to say that he was good enough and didn't need auxiliary medicine, but he swallowed the words that came to his mouth.
He knew in his heart that he must not say such things to trick an angelic little girl like Lilith into sleeping with her, because their thinking was different from that of a mature, rich, and satisfied lady.
The former needs to create a feeling of Prince Charming and destiny, so that they can fall for him step by step, while the latter only needs to be shown directly, and 80% of them will take the initiative to go to bed.
For Clough, whether it is a divorced lady or a widowed single lady, he has long been tired of it. The innocent little girl is the fatal temptation that attracts him, just like the 16-year-old girl in the East Front District last month. generally.
The mad rush for potions came to an end in just 2 minutes, which showed that the value of the goods was very high and there were so many people buying them. At this moment, another old voice suddenly sounded from the high-backed chair in the corner.
"I have a blasphemous card for sale with sequence path 18, 'Water Soul'. The starting price of the prerequisites is 1,300 pounds!"
