"What is it?" Fried took it, and there was a half bottle of transparent liquid in it.

"I know a herbalist friend named Regis. His unique private brewing recipe. I remember he called it Moonlight Wine." The place where Regis lives is just near the war zone. I really don’t know. Is he still in his necropolis laboratory, or has moved to another place? "This is a good thing, don't you give it a try?"

"I'm Ashes, I won't feel cold..." Fli said to Zelin, looking at the wine in her hand.

Zelin didn't reply, he looked at Frid and raised his eyebrows slightly.

The nun sighed and took a sip.

Then she vomited.

"What is this!" She coughed several times. "You would actually like to drink this?" She wiped the corners of her mouth. "It's not good at all."

"Of course, because drinking this thing is never for good taste." Zelin took out his water bag. "Strong wine is never made for thirst." He took a sip and sighed. The exhaled air turned into white mist when it hit the cold wind. The moment the wine entered his stomach, his eyes couldn't help but burst into tears, and a warm current rose in his stomach. It seems that winter is not so cold anymore. "According to the words of this doctor friend of mine Alcohol can paralyze the nerves, and the alkaloids can make the tongue uncontrollable. This is the best antidote for worries and worries."

"I have nothing to worry about." The nun looked at the bottle in her hand and took another sip, this time she behaved much better. "I have no worries."

"Frid, I don't like that you will be immersed in your hatred forever. Why can't you start again in another world? I think you must have your reasons, why don't you talk about it?"

"This is just my business, I am very grateful that you can give me a place to stay, but I don't want this to involve you..."

"It's also my business." Zelin looked at Frid. "The person you care about is related to your sisters, I guess? What's the matter?"

The nun lowered her eyes and looked at the bottle in her hand.

"Why would I tell you this? There must be too many alkaloids."

Chapter 639: The Night is Slightly Cool

"Thanks to you, their plans have become more difficult."

Frid shook his head, "I didn't mean to blame you. At that time, our positions were different. I slept for too long, not knowing where the times have reached. And I almost killed you, right?"

Zellin recalled his past battles with Frid in Eredel. Although it was not too easy, it was mainly because he had fought twice with the giant wolf and a living dead warrior before, but it was not nearly impossible. Die. If Frid had got the flames then, it might be difficult to tell. However, it is a pity that Zelin chased the past very quickly. If it waits a few months, Frid might finish her plan.

"Yeah, you almost won." Zelin nodded. "If it hadn't been long before you revived as Ashes, you would have won."

"You know it well." Frid snorted slightly. She took another sip. "I can't help Yulia and Lilianne in that world. Yulia said her plan is still going on, but I can tell. If Rondo had a way out, she would not personally Go to the fire-passing sacrificial site for an ashes. I hope to find a shelter for her and for them, even if their plan fails in the end, they can have a place where they will not be killed and be used as firewood. ."

"You have found it."

"But it's not absolutely safe." Frid suddenly turned his head and looked straight at the Demon Hunter. "I don't want my sisters to be displaced with me. You've seen it, how did we survive at that time." I know what these people who try to attack your castle do, flames, burning, you are right, I hate these people! I want all these people who try to throw people into the flames to taste what it is to be swallowed by flames Feel it!" The nun took a deep breath and took another sip "This **** alkaloid."

Zelin squinted his eyes and looked around. There were no other people on the floating harbor square, only them, and the moonlight. He saw the scene when the nun was burned to death, and Frid felt empathy for the victims of the eternal fire.

"I understand."

"You... haven't seen what happened after the appearance of Orokas? That's how you told me at the time."

"Of course, I haven't seen anything since then, you can tell me if you want."

"No, you don't want to know." Frid shook her head, she seemed to breathe lightly.

For a while, it seemed to fall into silence again. The insects hidden in the nearby grass screamed unwillingly, squeaking sounds one after another in the empty square of the floating harbor. This time, it was the nun who broke the silence again.

"I'm sorry, in my world, people are enemies. There are people who want to catch us as firewood. I'm just not used to it." She took another sip and narrowed her eyes. She pulled down her hood, revealing dark brown hair underneath that was slightly curled up at the end of her hair

"You know, I am ashes and flames. I hope to extinguish those flames, but I can't get rid of the worship and yearning for flames. Flames and fake fires are unbearable for me." She shook her head, "Did I cause you trouble? ? I will control myself as much as possible."

When the two hatreds came together, Frid's self-control was much stronger than expected.

"No, Frid, that's not what I meant." He held the nun's hand. "I want you to know that you are not alone here. Instead of worrying about what the White Rose Knights and Eternal Fire will do next , I am more worried about you. I don’t want you to cause other bad things because of hatred."

Frid stared at her grasped hand in a daze.

"You don’t need to explain too much to me. I have seen your soul and I understand how you feel. You are you, Frid is Frid, a good sister who cares about her relatives, and a responsible eldest daughter of Rondall. . I don’t want to see you because you are indulged in hatred and take too much hatred as caring. No, you don’t need to care about these knights or the church. I hope you can all have a better life here."

Her hands are cold. Maybe it was because of the ashes, maybe it was because she had been watching outside for too long.

"If it's just me, of course I can rush to the headquarters of the Knights, blow up their walls, then sneak into the prison of the church to rescue the people inside, and fly high during the day. But like you said, I hope this can be a safe place. I don’t want anyone to be threatened after I leave. I hope to resolve these threats once and for all. For the castle, for the demon hunters, and for you."

She was stunned for a while, and then she brushed her hand out.

"I drink too much, I need to wake up." She put down the glass and almost let the wine spill out. The nun's figure disappeared in front of her again, leaving Zelin sitting on the spot.

The demon hunter sighed, picked up the bottle and drank the rest of the wine. He coughed slightly, stood up, and threw the empty bottle to the ground.

The night in the Floating Harbor was still silent, and the rustling of insects in the rainforest and the rustling of wild deer as they crossed the grass were not disturbed by the noise of the Eternal Fire Camp. No one paid attention to it, and the flame was finally extinguished, leaving only a thick plume of smoke, which floated straight up, through the canopy of the huge banyan tree. The branches seemed to be disgusted with the dense smoke, and they shook a few times, dripping the mist accumulated at the ends of the branches, making it look like a shower below.

Until the early morning sun again through the morning fog and tall tree canopy, spread on the cobblestone square. After a night of rest or a night of tired people awakened in the rare warm sun in this winter, the square became lively again, and people talked about yesterday's interesting things, of course, the fire in the White Rose Knights camp last night. But before long, this anecdote will be forgotten by people. People have long forgotten many things, such as Mayor Larry in the past, such as the rumor that the demon hunter is an evil and ugly monster, such as peace, such as living. There is no monster's life near the ground.

Similarly, people don't know many things, just like the people of the eternal fire plan to add one more scaffolding to the gallows in the square, just like what happened in the square last night.

But things will not always be washed away by time, someone will remember, and always remember.

"Where did my badge fall! Where's my armor! Where's my sword?! Who stole it?!"

Of course, the clothes, armor and badge weapons on the second floor of the hotel were stolen by thieves, and the white rose knight who ran out naked would be talked about for a longer time. As for who actually stole the last things, no thief has ever been caught. This has become the longest guess for people.

Chapter 640 Experiments and Physicians

After waiting for several days, Marty finally came to Mahakam’s castle from Goss Willen’s clinic. Zelin happened to be experimenting with the latest bomb power he came up with outside the castle, and the roar of the explosion almost scared the female warlock riding a pony while groping for the Mahakam Mountain Road and fell off her horse. The pony stood up directly, if it weren't for Marty's quicker response, she would definitely be thrown off.

"Oh! God, what is going on here?!"

Marty looked at the traces of the explosion ahead with a frightened look. A pit was blown out of the mud and the ground seemed to have been lifted over. There was pungent white smoke in the dirt and was hung by the blown up weeds. Pulled on the nearby rocks, almost all the shrub branches that were affected were broken, not to mention the broken stones that were splashed. Zelin was standing by, patted the mud splashed on his body.

"Marty, welcome."

Zelin walked over. "I didn't expect you to come from the south of Mahakam. I thought you would come from the floating port. Are you coming from Island? Or Isderberg?" The demon hunter coughed a few times, the fire was too bright , He must have put too much saltpeter and phosphorous powder. "You ask what's going on here? It's just a whimsical experiment. Come on, let me lead the horse for you. This is your toolbox? Give it to me."

Zelin was impressed by the power of cluster bombs, and he has been considering research and improvement in this area. However, no matter what kind of improvement is made, it will take many experiments to reach a conclusion.

The warlock was wearing a light brown cloak. Although it was made of linen, the delicate tassels and beautiful embroidery on the edges offset the roughness of many materials. The soft leather boots made of lizard skin are stained with mud, but this does not affect Zelin's view that this is the most popular style recently. Marty handed the travel bag over, revealing the exquisite embroidery of pearls inlaid on the sleeves under the cloak.

"Thank you, the mountain roads here are difficult to walk. I can't wait to enjoy a hot bath and a comfortable bed."

"Of course, I have prepared the best room in the castle for you, as well as the cleanest and most comfortable bed." Zelin stroked the frightened pony's mane to calm it down. "What's the trouble on the road? Already? I thought you would be there three days ago."

Before Marty opened her forehead, the hair tips that were wet with sweat on her skin, she grinned, "I originally planned to take a boat to the floating port, and then it only takes half a day to get to your castle, but I don’t know. Why, no one on the Ponta River is willing to take guests to the floating port. Those boats obviously have other passengers, but they refuse a lady. I waited for several days and finally decided to come in from Island by the mountain road."

"Maybe there are other considerations, after all, the whole world is insecure recently."

Ships, as well as the people they carry. Zelin could imagine that what Marty saw was the ship that the Knights of White Rose had assembled. It is impossible for them to enter the Mahakam Mountains directly like Marty. From Island to the floating port is their only way. But Zelin really didn't know whether to say that Marty believed in his magic too much, or because he stayed in the clinic and laboratory all day ignorant of the world. At this time, wearing this suit on the road alone, she can safely come to the castle instead of having her throat cut halfway while sleeping. It is already lucky.

"Tell me, how is the patient I want to treat now? Do you take medication on time? Are there any abnormal reactions or special manifestations recently?"

"Your potion is very effective, her condition has stabilized, but... but I think that a complete cure will definitely require magic."