Chapter 12: The Taste of Healing Potions
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Clarke's eyes widened in surprise for a moment, and then he flew out involuntarily.
Chris was also taken aback, watching Clark fly into the depths of the woods, crashing all the way to the "crackling" sound, and then looking at the pale green fighting spirit on his fist, he was stunned for a moment, suddenly came to his senses, and quickly ran into the woods, helping Clark who fell to the ground to his feet.
Except for the messy clothes, Clark was not injured, and while patting off the grass clippings on his body, he couldn't help but say, "What level of fighting spirit are you now?"
Chris recalled slightly, he still remembered very clearly, the last time the upgrade of the fighting spirit was in the Warcraft Forest, he couldn't help but be a little ashamed: "Hmm... It seems to be... Level 3. β
Clark was dissatisfied: "How is it only level three?"
Chris smirked.
It's a little low, indeed.
"Because of the competition, I've been practicing magic for a long time. β
Clark shook his head and muttered, "No, no, I just took your punch with the strength of a fifth-level fighting spirit." He glanced at Chris, "I thought you had risen to at least level five." β
Chris touched his nose and smiled sheepishly.
"It has a paralyzing effect," Clark mused.
"What?" Chrissy didn't understand.
Clark said, "I'm saying that your current fighting spirit, in addition to being paralyzed, seems to be a lot stronger," he looked at Chris, "as if these two traits are your two magic effects." β
Chris's eyes lit up: "You mean, my fighting spirit presents the special effects of qi magic and earth magic?"
Clark nodded, and muttered, "It's strange, it's a little hard to figure out." It shouldn't be possible to merge between vindictive spirit and magic, weird!"
He muttered to himself and shook his head constantly.
Chris caught a glimpse of Pandis, who was still lying on the ground, couldn't help but pat his head, cursed himself, and hurriedly walked over to help her up from the ground.
Pandis's breathing was steady, and Chris was a little relieved, and after a little examination, he didn't seem to have any injuries on his body, except that his face was a little paler.
Chris scratched his head, Clark was still next to him, and it was not easy to touch her body, thought about it, took out a bottle of healing potion, uncorked it, and poured it into her mouth.
Regardless of whether it hurts or not, it shouldn't be wrong to drink some potions first.
Holding the back of Pandis's head with one hand, and aiming the bottle at her lips with the other, the potion slowly poured into Pandis's mouth, and only after a small sip, she heard a choking cough in her throat, frowned, flattened her lips, and hurriedly spit out the potion like a mischievous child playing with water, and sprayed a lot on Chris's hands and face, Chrisse rolled his eyes.
The taste of the healing potion is indeed very bad, and there is a magic plant called "neem pod grass", which will cover the other flavors in the potion, and it smells a little fragrant, but when you drink it in your mouth, it will emit a strange smell, which is very similar to the taste of your hair when it has not been washed for a few days.
Therefore, most people only use it externally unless it is really necessary, but in fact, its internal effect is much better, anyway, Chris has never seen a woman drink it, and it is estimated that it is the first time to drink it according to Pandis's reaction.
Hearing Pandis's cough, Clark also walked over, at this time the sky had begun to light slightly, he saw Pandis's long ears at a glance, and couldn't help but change his face greatly: "This... This... She... Is it an elf?"
Chris smiled wryly and nodded.
Pandis frowned, barely opened his eyes, and saw Chris in a daze, who didn't seem to be fully awake, and looked at it in a daze, then suddenly his eyes turned red, and he slowly shed tears, and his voice was hoarse: "You... Awake?"
Chris smiled and nodded.
Pandis smiled, and was a little embarrassed to reach out to wipe away her tears, and said in disguise: "That... What about that person... He wants to kill you..."
Chris said softly, "He's dead," he saw Pandice's distressed expression, and knew in his heart that she had suffered a lot for herself, and he was grateful, and comforted softly, "Leave everything else alone, is there anything on your body that hurts?"
Pandis whispered, "No... I just want to sleep..."
"Then you sleep!"
Pandis nodded slightly, and suddenly smacked his lips and whispered, "You just ... Give me a drink... What is it?"
Chris: "The healing potion, although it is not good to drink, is good for your body, come, drink it." β
"Hmm!"
Chris fed her the medicine, and then took out a water bladder to give her some water, seeing her eyelids fighting, her voice became smaller and smaller, knowing that this was a phenomenon of mental overdraft, he said softly: "Sleep in peace!"
A flush suddenly appeared on Pandis's pale cheeks, and he said vaguely, "You... Carry me on your back... Okay, okay?"
Chris smiled in agreement, turned to carry her on his back, and in a few moments she fell into a deep sleep.
Clark still looked incredulous, walked beside Chris, and said in a low voice: "She, it's hard to believe that she is an elf, you have concealed it well enough." β
Chris smiled bitterly: "She also has a last resort, after all, the identity of an elf is too inconvenient on the continent - in fact, I only found out after I came to the academy." β
Clark nodded: "This little girl is good to you, I searched all the way to this town, if I hadn't heard her horn, I really couldn't have arrived in time, when she came, she was already unconscious, if she hadn't worked hard, maybe you would have been taken away." β
Chris nodded, and walked over to the corpse of the dark knight.
Clark stepped forward to inspect his body, removed the ring from his hand, and handed it to Chris, "You can keep it." Then he frowned and said, "This person will not come for no reason, I suspect that he is a member of the Hall of Judgment." β
"Adjudicator?" Chriss, too, frowned.
Clark nodded.
"His body cannot be found. "Chris cast a swamp spell to sink the corpse into the ground.
Clark whispered, "I've heard that the Adjudicator has a very strange set of contact methods, and if one of them dies, they can know immediately. β
Chris nodded, "The smoke after his death?"
Clark nodded: "It should be right!"
Chris gritted his teeth and said, "I'll kill again! The dark profession can become a judge, and dare to call it the Temple of Light." β
Clark also shook his head when he heard this: "So, you and Pandis had better hide for some time first." β
"No," Chrissy shook his head, "I'm afraid they're going to do something to my family." β
Clark said: "Don't worry, this is impossible, your father is a town lord of the Luo Lan Empire, and Luo Lan's emperor will not allow this to happen, and besides, you are actually not at great risk now, after all, you are not an ordinary noble child now - they will only attack you in secret." I'm worried about Pandis's elven status, and in human society, she will only be in danger at every turn, so it is best for you to send her back to the elven race. β
After a pause, Clark continued: "As for your family, we will send someone to protect itβof course, your father may not need it at all, but you must write to him about it." β
Chris pondered for a moment, then nodded. (To be continued.) )