Virulus mentioned that there are strange things in the tomb before, probably related to the activities of ghouls, and a similar situation happened in Xueman's tomb.

I casually applied a spell to myself to shield myself from ghoul sensing. Flotra's petite body was held tightly in my arms, and the breath of the living could not be emitted to the outside world under my tight wrapping, and would not attract the attention of the ghouls.

However, nothing strange was found along the way, and the results of the necromancy showed that no dried corpses were in an active state in the tomb, but a foul stench was faintly permeating the underground space.

In a tomb where corpses are kept, there is only one possibility for a foul odor to occur: the corpse decomposes, proteins break down, and compounds that produce a rancid odor. However, in this cold and dry environment, coupled with the protective effect of preservatives, it is extremely difficult for dried corpses to decompose, and the most likely thing is that there is a problem with the production process of Verulus.

Thinking of this, I felt a sense of powerlessness. How high can a priest who can't even do his job be able to pull him to perform surgery on Flotra?

I used magic to condense a semi-permeable membrane on the outside of my mouth and nose to block the stimulation and pollution of the sense of smell by cadaver and putrescine.

The smell is uncomfortable, but it can also have a positive effect. Verulus must have known that there was a smell of decay in the tombs, and in order to prevent his dereliction of duty from being known, he would do everything possible to prevent the soldiers from coming down here. Even if they fail to stop it, the soldiers who rush down will stop under the influence of this smell.

……

"Few people walk blindly into a tomb and smell the smell of death and decay without fear."

An eerie and ethereal female voice came from the depths of the tomb, making people shudder. I stopped vigilantly and asked ahead.

"Who is it? Come out! ”

Some time ago, in the basement of the Longxiao Palace in Snow City, Mephala conveyed her intentions to me in this way. The voice I hear now is similar in style, but the depth of the voice is far from that of the Whispering Lady, who speaks only as a mere mortal who pretends to be a ghost.

A jelly-shaped, transparent humanoid object slowly approached me. Seeing that I was unfriendly and brewed a dispel spell, the other party took the initiative to cancel the invisible effect on his body.

"Who are you?"

Standing in front of me was a young Brighton woman with short flaxen hair, with a very conspicuous facial feature: her left eye was completely blind, and a fresh scar crossed her socket and covered it with a brown facial stripe.

"Relax your guard, you have the same aura as me, and we deserve to be companions."

The same breath? I didn't see it at all. But her tone and facial expression when she spoke were very sincere, not like she was scolding me.

"Okay." I let my guard down for a moment, trying to communicate further with the other person to find out who he was and what he was coming from, "Are you the one who is hiding here?" ”

The woman did not answer my inquiry directly, but looked into my arms.

"You should be more concerned about the girl in your arms now, if you don't get that arrow out of her body again, her body may be permanently damaged."

If I had been fully sure, I would have done it myself, and the woman's reminder would have been a nonsense to me. However, her confident appearance gave me an idea, "You tell me this, meaning you can handle her injuries?" ”

"That's right, I can get this girl out of danger." The Brighton woman nodded, and put forward a new condition, "In return, I need you to do me a favor." ”

Is that what she's really trying to help me for? It doesn't matter to me, as long as she can deliver on her promises, I wouldn't mind helping her run errands and do things that don't go out of line.

"What's the busy?"

"Actually, it's not a help, this is what you have to do next, and I believe you have been secretly looking forward to that day in your heart."

The other party didn't want to say it explicitly, and I didn't bother to continue to play word games with her, and the most important thing was to treat Flotra's injury.

"Don't play any tricks, treat her well, I'm not an ungrateful white-eyed wolf."

I lifted Flotra out of my arms and placed her on a coffin, signaling that the other person could start.

The woman held out her hand and placed it on top of the arrow that came out of her body, as a black mist began to swirl around her hand. After a few seconds, the wooden arrows aged and corroded at a rate visible to the naked eye, and finally disappeared without a trace. The woman stretched out her palm, and the steel arrow in her palm fell to the ground with a crisp crashing sound.

The woman withdrew her hand. Seeing this, I immediately lifted Flotra's body and observed her condition. The other party's technique was impeccable, and the wound showed no signs of expansion or aggravation, as if the arrow disappeared out of thin air, and the long-hanging heart was finally put down.

The other party's level is far beyond me. I had thought about using the Transformational Magic to deal with this arrow, but I couldn't perfectly confine the magic to the arrow without affecting my organs, and I couldn't completely dissolve the foreign matter in Flotra's body without leaving any residue.

No...... There are still some remnants. Probably because the woman had just cast the spell, and although the biggest trouble had been solved, there was still a dark and corrupt force attached to the wound. Under the interference of this force, the wound could not heal immediately, and consciousness was still not regained consciousness, and Flora was not completely healed.

"This is only the first step, and there is no danger to her life. If she is to recover completely, there is a second step that needs to be done. ”

The woman explained, but had no intention of making the next move. Not...... Looks like she's waiting for me to make good on my promise.

"Thank you for your help," I reminded her in passing, "but with your magical skills, there's probably only so much I can do to help you." ”

"It's not pure magic," the woman continued, shaking her head, "it's the power that the Goddess has bestowed on her elect, haven't you just sniffed the Goddess's breath?" ”

Goddess? Is it Gina Les? But how do I feel that this force and Gina Lace can't match it at all, but rather a little bit of a conflict?

Seeing my doubts, the other party explained to me, "Namira, the corrupt lady, is the god of my faith. ”

Namira, the corrupt lady, is supposed to be the same as the Whispering lady, a Didra Lord, and I'm sure I have nothing to do with the demon god named Namira.

But what do I think will sound familiar?

By the way, isn't the magic that Musk taught me to shield the ghoul from sensing "Namira's cloak"?

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