"I am a member of the Witch Council. You killed me. How do you explain to Vanessa and the others? Your relationship with them has always been delicate."

Miss Lathers looked at Luvia's profile and asked again, as if she didn't care about the fact that she was going to be killed, but cared more about her best friend.

"Those crazy women."

Luvia sneered:

"Why do I have to explain to them when I do things? Besides, I have taken more things from the Witch Council than you think. In the future, I even want their power. Do I have to pay them back? "

At the current point of time, Luvia doesn't seem to have become a witch yet.

"I've heard a saying that the gift of fate has already marked all the price. Luvia, you owe the council so much, and one day, you will understand the price."

Miss Lathers turned her head, supported the ground with her hands, hooked her feet together, and looked at the galaxy in front of her again. Because both of them turned their backs to Xia De, Xia De couldn't see the expression.

Luvia smiled and said:

"If they have the ability, feel free to come and grab my most precious treasure as revenge. They can even come and grab it, as long as they have the ability."

There is nothing wrong with this sentence itself, but Xia De from the future heard something wrong.

[Outlander, you have sensed the traces of fate. You have a sense of "fate". 】

"Hmm... tell us about this."

[You can't talk nonsense. 】

"She" said with a smile.

Shad would not comment on this.

The two girls stopped talking, facing the night wind, one stood and the other sat. The galaxy is in front of you, and below you is the cedar forest stretching to the horizon in the night. The scene was silent but powerful, especially as Shad knew that one of them was about to kill the other.

Doubts arose with this unexpected time-travel violation.

【Ten seconds left, please stand still to prevent falling when you return. 】

"She" suddenly reminded, Xia De just remembered that there is still a limit of three minutes:

"But I still don't know where the gold mine under my feet is. It seems to be related to many things."

【eight. 】

"Okay, okay, I see, you don't need to count down."

【six. 】

"Let's go back to the city to find Luvia in a while. Although I've seen her soul with long hair, I didn't expect the real person to be so beautiful... I remember that witches all have the secret technique of growing hair."

【Four. 】

"However, at least I know that the black time key can only be made by extracting the memory of the earth, so it's not worthless."

【two. 】

Long-haired Luvia turned her head suddenly at this moment, her feet didn't move, her upper body twisted in an extremely difficult posture, and her purple eyes looked directly at Xia De. What she was looking at at the moment was definitely not the cliff behind Xia De.

The long-haired girl with purple eyes sneered and reprimanded:

"Peeper, are you looking at me?!

Luvia's mocking and angry tone was something Shad had never heard before.

"Didn't you say they couldn't see..."

[The special time key enhanced her perception of time. 】

But it's too late to say anything now, Xia De doesn't know Luvia at this point in time. To be more precise, in his own timeline, he only knows Luvia who has come to the sixth sixth era of the seventh sixth era, and she is still in the state of soul.

Although she knew that she had deliberately used the power to distort time and space just now, so that the peepers could not hear those sensitive information, Luvia still slapped Xia De angrily from the air. It was like being hit by a cannonball, and then it really bounced back like a cannonball, straight through the night curtain that reappeared.

In the eyes of Ms. Benanis, Xia De just walked towards the curtain in the glowing pattern of the sun, moon and stars, and flew out like a cannonball three seconds later.

It hit the cliff with a muffled sound, and even fine cracks appeared on the cliff:

"Oh Shade, what's wrong with you?"

The witch hurried forward, and in the huge smoke generated by the impact, she saw Xia De leaning against the cliff, clutching his chest and spitting blood:

"She's really ruthless."

The time travel just now is different from the time key, because the two sides are actually not at the same time point, so the power of Luvia's palm is severely weakened. But even so, Xia De was almost hit with the effect of [False Immortality]. Rather than the time travel of the time key, the tree father will not help the treatment.

Miss Benanis wanted to help him up, but Xia De waved his hands, unbuttoned his coat and shirt, and clearly saw the charred palm prints on his chest.

"How did you get hurt so badly?"

Miss Benanis said worriedly, she folded her hands and pressed on Shad's chest, and the emerald green light provided Shad with healing. Although she is not good at healing, she has a lot of auxiliary abilities.

"I didn't expect that either, but fortunately, the injury is worth it. I already know who the Chosen One is and what the situation is, but I still need to confirm it."

"Stop talking."

While talking, Miss Benanis realized that her hands were on Shade's skin. She was a little embarrassed, but she couldn't say much.

Luvia used some kind of unknown thaumaturgy, and Xia De who was hit was not only physically attacked, he felt half of his internal organs were burned by flames, and half were frozen by ice. But fortunately, his physical quality is high enough, and Miss Benanis's healing methods are also very good.

With the help of the witch's secret technique, the potion he carried with him, and Xia De's own recovery power obtained from the blessing not long ago, he didn't feel better after half an hour.

But the scorched black palm print on the chest still had faint traces. Miss Benanis thinks this is not a permanent scar, and it is estimated that it will fade away in half a week.

Originally, he wanted to look for gold mines under the cliff, and even found another statue of the ancient **** of space. But under serious injury, Xia De is not allowed to act in the wild anymore.

The two returned directly to the city, and at the Wilde Opera House, Miss Bernice joined the panicked Miss Lathers for further treatment for Shad. Although they tried their best to keep Xia De and stayed in the Wilde Opera House to recuperate tonight, Xia De insisted on returning home from the Church of the Forgotten.

Dorothy, who was waiting for Shad's return at No. 6 Place Saint-Terraine and planned to stay overnight, was shocked when she saw Shad walking out of the basement, and even Mia was also taken aback. Miss Writer took away Xia De's time key, told Xia De to do everything on Monday, and then helped Xia De change into his pajamas to wash up, and prepared supper and potions for healing at home for him.

In fact, Xia De was almost healed at this time, and he still wanted to open the time key, but Dorothy forced Xia De to go to bed and rest, and even threatened that if Xia De was disobedient, let Rezia tell he.

All in all, it was an odd feeling to be held by Dorothy like a baby to sleep, but it was also very comfortable. Xia De slept well that night, and Mia, who was not locked in the closet, also slept well.

And on Monday morning, in order to prove that he was almost well, Xia De woke up early, and then an hour before eating, he personally proved to Dorothy that he was in good health.

So at the breakfast table, the refreshed girl with a ruddy complexion finally believed that Xia De's body was fine. And Mia was a little dissatisfied that today's breakfast time was delayed than before. The cat's temper before eating made Xia De almost think that Mia was almost starved to death.

After breakfast, she was sure that Xia De was really all right, so Dorothy bid farewell to Xia De:

"Today I made an appointment with Ms. Galina to buy clothes in the city together, and I will collect materials by the way."

She waved goodbye to Shad downstairs, and Shad stood on the front steps with Mia in his arms, watching Dorothy walk towards the carriage waiting for her at the street corner:

"When did the relationship between Dorothy and Miss Galina become so good?" 1

And since it was Monday, it was naturally time to pick up the presents. When going to the basement to pick up the gift box, Xia De very much hoped that he could get the ointment to remove the scars this week and erase the palm print on his chest~lightnovelpub.net~ After all, it was a bit too shameful to be injured by Luvia.

But when he reached into the box under the expectant eyes of the cat, what he touched was a small glass bottle, and then he felt a strong element of miracle.

Different ring warlocks have different perceptions of the elements, and Shade's perception of the miracle elements is usually "warm".

"It's not a normal item this time?"

Excitedly, he took out the small bottle, and saw that it was a luminous and transparent potion packed in a glass Erlenmeyer bottle.

"Meow~"

Miya squatted obediently, and pawed Xia De's hand with her small paw. So Xia De took the dropper, sucked two drops of liquid, one drop on the tip of his tongue, and after Mia opened her mouth obediently, the other drop was given to the cat.

Mia felt very satisfied.

"Holy water puree?"

Xia De judged what it was, and even knew that it was the puree of No. 1 holy water. Iruna brought this precious potion to heal Shad the night he tried to use his divinity for the first time, becoming a **** to confront the Lord of the Blood Feast.

No. 1 holy water puree, although it is not enough to revive the dead, but this bottle of potion is enough to treat most injuries and diseases, and maybe even the black mud stained with "Crazy Earth" can be cured.

But the holy water, the only thing that didn't remove the scars.

"It's for nothing anyway, why complain so much? Praise the pure creator!"

Xia De said softly.

Although this bottle of holy water is precious, this week's task is still very simple. On Sundays, just go to church and pray. In this world where gods really exist, it is also very important for children to develop the habit of fearing and believing in God from an early age.

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