Huttonmar, Baron Clough's house!

In the dimly lit basement, the red candle flame floats and the transaction continues.

"Ahem... I want to buy.. Buying a potion that can cure lung disease, ahem..."

The voice of a young, immature-sounding man came from the high-backed chair across from Lilith.

He hunched his neck, his whole body hidden under his black hooded robe, and he shivered and coughed a few times from time to time, looking extremely painful.

"Drugs for lung diseases? You want to buy a potion with supernatural powers, right? ”

The voice was sharp, but the body was so bloated that it had the same male voice as the previous lady came from the corner:

"I have this potion, whether it is tuberculosis or hydrops, it can be treated, it only needs a bottle, how many gold pounds are you going to buy it?"

Hiss –

As soon as these words came out, except for the Pacido who wore a red mask and presided over the party, everyone else turned their bodies more or less slightly and looked at the fat man who said that he had a potion.

"What's wrong with everyone, why are they all looking at this person?" Lilith muttered in confusion.

"He exposed that listening to the voice should be a believer who believes in the primordial master, and it is very likely to be a priest of the sequence path 'witch', such a firm tone, maybe it is not far from the 'dispenser'."

Baron Clough was quite courteous, and in order to show his knowledge, he leaned into Lilith's ear.

"Dare to reveal his identity openly, I admire this person's courage, I don't know if he is intentional or really stupid."

Belief in the primordial master? Witch path to the clergy?

Lilith didn't listen to Clough's later words, she thought in her mind about the honorific name of the "primordial master", the name of this transcendent pathway, and she always felt like she had heard it somewhere.

After about five seconds, she suddenly remembered the poisoning of the Ghent University cafeteria last summer, and the perpetrator seemed to be a witch who believed in the primordial lord.

I have two bottles of medicine, one is poison and one is an antidote, it's dark, am I poisoning or saving people?

This is the most widely circulated description of witches in the outside world, and it is also the closest to the truth of the nursery rhyme.

In the Kingdom of Ghent, in addition to mutual checks and balances, there is an iron law between churches, that is, churches can be hostile to each other, but not favoritism.

For example, the two major churches of the Iron Sun Church and the Holy See of Light, they have been hostile to each other for a long time and cannot be traced, which is the status quo that the Kingdom and the Hornavich Church and the Poseidon Church are happy to see.

However, in the distant Third Age, in that ancient year, the Primordial Episcopal Church had helped the Holy See of Light to preach in the Tudorian Kingdom, an act that undoubtedly violated the iron law that was strictly forbidden to be touched.

Originally, he only needed to remain silent to obtain the title of the fifth church in the Kingdom of Ghent, and he could have the opportunity to preach, but because of favoritism, he was tacitly suppressed by the other three major churches.

And now the primitive Church of the Lord has been placed in the gray area, neither an evil god nor a righteous god, and belongs to the marginal households.

Therefore, as the 'witch' of this path sequence, although she will not be arrested by the official forces in the Kingdom of Ghent, if she is bumped into by someone walking on the main road, she is very likely to be spurned.

Belief in evil gods, unknown and secretive existence, at least there is a certain amount of fear power, but the belief in the primordial lord is such a favoritism, almost no one can afford it.

Of course, from country to country, each country has a different belief in the true deity.

For example, the Banesian dynasty, named after the god of war, classified the sleeping and crimson gods and the gods of light as evil gods.

In the Tuduo Kingdom, the primordial lord is one of the officially designated sects, while in Ghent, there are only a few churches, and the believers are even more pitiful, and it is impossible to even form a team of transcendents, because even if it is established, it will not be recognized by the royal family and the three major orthodox churches, and it will not be able to cooperate with the official department.

"30 pounds, 30 pounds for a bottle of healing potions."

The man hidden under the black robe, when he heard that there was a medicine that could treat the pain in his lungs, as if he had grasped a life-saving straw, directly threw out 30 pounds in cash and asked for the potion.

"Deal, remember, after taking the potion, remember to find a woman to try it, well, don't worry, I just added a little turtle soup to the potion, I don't say how effective it is, I think you know it."

The obese man, who was suspected of being a "witch", had his hood open back, revealing his face wearing an iron-black mask, which only covered half of his face due to his obesity, making his cheeks and double chin clearly visible, and the fat on it seemed to tremble.

"Does anyone else want it? Pure turtle soup potion only costs 5 pounds, I only have 15 bottles left here, you are all noble children, you should have heard of turtle soup, in Chambati, in Tuduo, in East Rome and West Romer, that is a straining commodity. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, three people raised their hands in unison, forgetting that this person was a believer of the primordial lord, and began to rush for the potion, and there were even women among them.

Baron Clough originally wanted to raise his hand, but because Lilith was sitting next to him, he had to endure it and cursed in his heart:

"Damn, this group of is so fast, but I left a bottle for Lao Tzu."

As the daughter of the Prince of Wales and the pearl of the Moore family, Lilith has lived at the top of the aristocratic circle since she was a child, and naturally knows what turtle soup is, as well as its curative effects and effects.

It is rumored that turtle soup is not a soup made from sea turtles alone, but is made from a mixture of many ingredients.

The main ingredients include live turtles, mummy powder, sunflower seeds, and small amounts of mercury and cinnabar, among others, and as for the method of blending, she only knows that it will be cooked into a pot of soup, which will most likely require the use of supernatural powers by witches.

This potion allows men to burst out with unprecedented strength during the week, and can even temporarily enlarge certain parts of the body, and feel the ultimate pleasure.

Of course, the side effects are also more obvious, that is, a week after taking it, it will enter a cooling period, which depends on the person, and it will not exceed three days at most.

In the aristocratic circle of the Kingdom of Ghent, all young men who are engaged will prepare a turtle decoction potion for themselves, and on the night they enter the marriage hall, they will show their strength.

What a bunch of old kinky assholes......

Lilith looked at the crowd who were frantically grabbing the potion, she tilted her head sideways to Baron Clough and said:

"Don't you buy it? Don't worry about me, you can buy it now if you want to, otherwise you won't have a chance to wait a while. ”

"No, no, I don't need that."

Baron Clough chuckled in his heart when he was asked, and quickly explained, originally he wanted to say that he was good enough to use auxiliary potions, but he swallowed it again when it came to his mouth.

He knew in his heart that he must not say anything to trick angelic little girls like Lilith into bed, because their minds were different from those of mature and rich ladies who thirsted for satisfaction.

The former needs to create a sense of Prince Charming, destined to let them fall step by step, while the latter, only need to show directly, and 80% of them will take the initiative to go to bed.

For Clough, whether it is a divorced noblewoman or a widowed single noblewoman, he is tired of it, and the pure and immaculate little girl is the fatal temptation that attracts him, just like the 16-year-old girl in the East Franc district last month.

The medicine rush came to an end in just 2 minutes, which showed that the value of the goods was hot and there were many buyers, and at this moment, another old voice suddenly sounded from the high-backed chair in the corner.

"I've got a profane card for sale here for Sequence Route 18 'Water Soul', with a starting price of £1,300 on preconditions!"