"Lyanna, Rhodes has something to look for you. ”

When Bogur found Lyanna, she was in the lab concocting a strange potion, a pot of dark green potion boiling in a cauldron, and the smell of thick soup rising from the pot. Smoked her whole body and sweated profusely.

Bogur couldn't believe his eyes, and after a few days of not seeing him, the priestess's face became even more haggard. No one wanted to come to the lab, and all the experiments were done by herself. Even the hard and tiring work is done by herself. Inspired by successful experiments, Lyanna learns something she hasn't learned in more than a decade.

She was confident and addicted to it.

"Rod, what's the matter with him?"

Bogur had expected the priestess to readily agree, and he had shown as much of his usual demeanor as he could. But Lyanna's answer surprised him, in the past, as soon as she heard that it was Rod looking for her, she would put down everything she was doing and gladly go to the appointment. Today, however, is a completely different picture.

He didn't say anything specific, he just said that it was a particularly urgent matter, and he hoped you could go right away. ”

Bogur approached and replied calmly.

"Can you wait, wait until I make this potion and then I'll come with you. ”

Lyanna replied absentmindedly, her gaze fixed on the jars as if they were her treasures. To be sure, if she hadn't heard Rod's name, the priestess wouldn't have even been able to take care of it. She's completely addicted to it. Knowledge is like poison, constantly eating away at her reason, making her addicted, making her unable to extricate herself.

"I'm afraid you'll have to put down the work at hand, it's a lot more important than your potions. ”

Bogur took another step closer, and he looked at the contents of the priestess's experimental table, the specimens of various animals, the bones, the melted entrails, the scene was like ...... It's like a slaughterhouse. Doctors often do dissection without any problems, but it is really unbearable to take out the internal organs of various animals and boil them into medicines.

Bogur wanted to pull the priestess over and carry her back to the castle, but he couldn't. You can't use such a brutal method, or the whole city will know about it the next day. Rumors will spread.

"Okay...... Then you wait for me. I changed my clothes. ”

A hint of struggle and hesitation appeared on Lyanna's face, and quickly dissipated. Bogur breathed a sigh of relief.

"No, it's not bad either, you know, Rhodes doesn't mind what his assistants wear. ”

The dwarf shrugged his shoulders and offered to send the lady to the castle now.

...... 67

"Rod, what are you?"

Black Hammer Castle, when the chief priestess Lyanna dragged her tired body to Rod's office, the door was forced shut, several guards stood outside the door, strictly guarding the door, only Rhodes and Bogur were in the office, they were like inquisitors in the shadows, quietly watching Lyanna.

Lyanna immediately sensed that something was wrong, and she cried out, her eyes full of doubt, and asked Rod what he was doing.

"Lyanna, you are in danger right now. That's all I can do to keep you safe. ”

Rod said, staring at the haggard and tired Priestess Sarac in front of him with those gray eyes. She used to be the most important person in her own right, and now, the Chaos God is stealing people from him right under his nose. As Rhodes said, he had to keep her safe. Unbeknownst to Lyanna, just after she was taken out of the lab, a team of Blackhammer guards had broken into the lab, cordoned off the site, and destroyed all of the priestess's research.

"It's dangerous? I don't understand what you're talking about? The beastmen are coming again? Or do I have an assassin by my side?"

Lyanna was a little emotional, although she was here, her mind was still in the laboratory, and those bottles and jars, those precious herbs and notes were her most important things. If Rod hadn't called her, she wouldn't have left her treasures behind. Well...... Baby, she thinks so.

"No, not beastmen, not assassins. It's the Chaos Evil God. Rod sighed and said earnestly, "The voices you hear, I've heard before, they're sweet and fit your heart's needs at the moment, however, what I must tell you is that it's not the revelation of the gods, it's the pollution of the Chaos gods. This contamination happens when you're at your most vulnerable......"

"I don't understand what you're talking about!"

Lyanna angrily interrupted Rod's words, she felt the crisis, she felt that she had been fooled. Those precious experimental materials, that laboratory, may have met with accidents.

"Let me out, Rod!"

The priestess shouted, uncharacteristically. The voice inside her rang out again, upsetting her, making her unable to control herself, almost crazy. The irritability is like a big worm, scurrying wildly in the body.

"Calm down!

Rod couldn't help but shout. The voice echoed through the empty office like the roar of a lion. The guards outside the gate heard it, but they were absolutely not allowed to open the gate without the lord's order.

"Look at me, Lyanna. Rhodes put his hands around the priestess's shoulders, "The pollution of chaos is everywhere, and when you're vulnerable, it comes. When you're strong, it can't invade. Calm down, think about what you've been doing these days, those experiments, those so-called knowledge, those potions that have been made, which one is normal?"

A brief moment of sanity flashed through Lyanna's mind, but the sobriety lasted only a few seconds before the voice in her heart rang out again, taking over her mind and her thoughts. Sweet whispers...... Even if you know that there may be a demon behind it, ordinary people can't resist it. It seems that a belligerent person has many opponents, and a lustful person has many luo women, this temptation is irresistible, and how many people can have such a strong will to resist corrosion?

Lyanna struggles repeatedly, and memories of the past tell her that Rhodes was good to her. The High Lord of Blackhammer Can't be wrong. However, today's inner voice is telling her to say goodbye to the past and return to her true self. Why act under the constraints of dogma and law? As long as it can cure the sick, any medicine is a good medicine.

She struggled to pull Rod's hand away, and retreated backwards into the corner, her hair disheveled, as if she had grown haggard overnight. Even Bogur couldn't help but feel distressed.