Inside the tent, Luciana was still dosing Estheu. She was still meticulous at first, but this was an extremely repetitive and extremely boring job, so boring that Luciana was reluctant to continue after pouring a bowl, so she simply untied the iron ring on Esher's wrist: "You don't struggle anymore, there's no point in locking you, drink it yourself." ”

Ai Xiu didn't say anything, straightened up and took the medicine bowl, and scooped a bowl full of it from the crucible. "If you drink it directly, it might burn your mouth." Luciana reminded, but she spoke more slowly, and Estheau's lips had already touched the prime, and the heat slashed at him like a blade. Ai Xiu had no choice but to lie back on the stand, his hand holding the medicine bowl held high, and a thin and even red thread hung down. A slight hint of surprise flashed in Luciana's eyes, and she was slow to remind herself, and Esher herself realized that Brochette's previous method of dosing was the best solution—and that he had reproduced it perfectly. After the hot original agent is neutralized by the cold, the temperature when it falls into the mouth no longer looks so sharp, but the spicy and jerky taste becomes more and more intense. While Eshua was taking the medicine, Luciana sat on the sidelines and watched his body intently. Estheu's upper body was surrounded by pale, incoherent body lines—the result of his many wounds that had healed—and the skin around the lines appeared loose and shriveled from excessive blood loss. Only now the abundant and full blood color was slowly emerging from the pale depths, and as the original potion in the crucible became less and less, those body lines gradually faded from Essho's body. Luciana didn't think it was the medicine to blame. Although the medicinal properties of the herb are violent, even if it is boiled with various herbs that can strengthen the body's hematopoietic function, it is impossible to show such a miraculous effect—at least it should not be so fast, as the original medicine seems to start exerting its medicinal power as soon as it enters the stomach.

That problem can only be with the user himself...... Luciana's eyes wandered over Estheau, the young man's physique was not great, but the lines of his muscles were well-proportioned and toned, like the undulating mountains, and the tension was full of vigor, which was the result of years of exercise. But this body was not stronger than any of the warriors on Pande, Luciana had seen the naked body of the grave keeper Leddy in the bath, and her childhood instructor was even stronger than Estheu, and the arms of the pair of perennial black spears were full of knotted muscles, containing explosive power enough to pierce a galloping horse with a single shot, but the body of the grave keeper was strong, but it was not perfect: her body had many dull and hideous scars, which were the marks of many bloody battles; Estheus was different, as the crucible bottomed out, all the pale body lines had disappeared, and even his right chest could not show a trace of the sword that had been pierced by the sword, and the master carver would be amazed at the perfect compatibility of this body with marble.

"What is Hainafa?" Luciana asked suddenly, it was the noun that Brochette had mentioned, and it was extremely foreign to her. Estheus's ferocious breath was still fresh in his mind, worthy of the imposing name, and Luciana could clearly feel the air around her thinning out with his wild and surging breath, and in a matter of seconds he had almost drained the air from the tent, which would have collapsed if it had not been for the toughness of the tent support and its good ventilation.

Eshu silently lowered the bowl to the ground and reached out to try to untie the iron ring on his foot, but Lucianna ignored his question and didn't even turn his head to look at the other.

"What is Hainafa?" Luciana pressed Aexiu's hand and asked stubbornly.

"The hainafa is an ancient art of power that has been lost," replied Brochette, who walked into the tent, "and it is only passed down by word of mouth among the protectors of the old Pander Empire, and it is said that the warriors who can master the 'hainafa' can gain the power of the gods in a single breath." After the fall of the old empire due to the Red Death, the last Pendragon was nowhere to be found, and the skill was lost. The old man saw Luciana's confusion and motioned for her to continue listening. I know what you're really trying to understand isn't this so-called 'Hainafa', but his incredible ability to heal himself, which comes from something far older than the 'Hainafa', whose traces only exist in the texts of the Age of Chaos, a legend within a legend, and when I was younger, I thought it was just like the Dragon's Tears Gem, something made up by the bards. ”

"What is it?" Luciana couldn't help but ask.

"The Fountain of Youth," said Brochette, "is the name of a wine, a drink beloved by the gods, who will bestow it on the bravest warriors of their command, so that he can enjoy fighting for the rest of his life." Those who drink the 'Fountain of Youth' are near-immortal in body and eternal in soul. And the most general name for it in the world is 'elixir'. The old man took a deep breath and sighed regretfully, "I think only time will prove the authenticity of this account." ”

"Why are you so sure?"

"Because I once witnessed a transaction," said Brochette slowly, "barter, a dragon's tear gem for a fountain of youth." Once the trade was complete, the Dragon's Tears Gem was placed in the brocade box, and the Fountain of Youth was used to prolong the life of a demigod. Its effect was similar to that of "he paused, realizing that he did not yet know Essho's name"—not unlike the self-healing abilities displayed by the young man surnamed Baranduk. At that time, my materialist worldview, which was not very firm, completely collapsed, and I began to devote myself to the study of theology. As for the name of this demigod, you are certainly familiar with it," he said, looking at Estheu, "'The Noisy' Alaric von Bloch. ”

"I see." Estheu reacted indifferently, even indifferently, and Brochette's eloquent narrative seemed to him to be just a passing gust of wind, "I am not interested in history, legends, or theology, and I have only one question to ask Dean Brochette." ”

"Why are you asking me?" Brockchette didn't ask what the question was.

"Not everyone is qualified to let the dean of Wang Li Academy answer their questions, but with 'my outstanding contribution to the defense of the city', I should not only get your gratitude, but also this qualification." Eshua looked at Brochette steadily, "I don't need the gratitude of the wise, I need the wisdom of the wise. ”

"Absolutely." Brochette readily agreed.

"Talk about it alone." Essho finally glanced at Luciana.

"Is that your attitude towards your life-saver?" Luciana's slender eyebrows furrowed in annoyance, "Where did I provoke you?" ”

"You saved me, and I escorted you to Poimbro as agreed, and I don't owe each other anymore." Eshyu turned his head, leaving Luciana with a stiff, impersonal silhouette.

"Esher Baranduk!" Luciana stood up suddenly, "Answer my question!" Where did I recruit you to provoke you! ”

"Lucy, you go out first, the conflict between the two of you can be left for later." Brochette pressed Luciana's shoulder, "Don't let an old man stay here all the time. You go and do North a favor, he still needs manpower. He half-coaxed and half-persuaded Luciana out of the tent, and then stood opposite Eshyus.

"I have a rough idea of what you want to ask." "But you should ask it out, after all, it's your own problem." ”

"I just want to know, what is the so-called fate?"