It is impossible for the girl to find the evil god in the textbook

"Since the letter can be delivered to the manor, why don't you just ask someone to bring other things here... What a troublesome guy."

She said so, but she didn't ask the housekeeper what she meant, she just talked to herself.Despite some reluctance, Fittily changed his clothes and told Walter that he was leaving the manor.

Mr. Housekeeper sanely didn't pay attention to Fittili's self-talk. He knew a thing or two about his employer, at least he knew her true gender.Right now, she seems to be planning to meet someone or go to a party.

As far as Walter could remember, this transvestite young employer was the first time he had dressed in a gender-appropriate manner in public.

Although this plain gown in a deep black matte fabric looked a bit mournful, it was a good place to start anyway.

He smiled gratifiedly.

-

The Belleville neighborhood was severely damaged, but it was included in the scope of the next reconstruction together with the Montmartre Heights in advance.

Maybe in a few years, this place will become an urban area.

Most of the executors had already evacuated from the Belleville neighborhood, but when Fittili appeared in such a place without any disguise, it was inevitable to feel a little awkward.It was the first time that she walked completely freely in this city where she had lived for many years. This was not only because of the evacuation of the executors and the death of the hunters, but the deeper reason was that Fitili felt that she was tired of hiding and was found No big deal either.

Using the address on the envelope, 29 Rue Bruni, she eventually found a townhouse a block away with a small, detached courtyard.

She couldn't help laughing for a while

She laughed because she really couldn't imagine that well-dressed young man living in a slum and sharing the same bathroom with other residents.

On the other hand, because the other party should also live in "No. 29", which is the same as her house on the Champs Elysees, although this does not seem to be funny.

It wasn't until he had difficulty breathing that Fetili covered his face to stop laughing.

The Vampires are all masters of concealment, and the executors have completely gone in the wrong direction. If Nils had not taken the initiative to show up, no one would have been able to discover his hiding place until the end.

Before she put the key in the lock, the old woman who was weeding in the adjoining yard tried to ask:

"You are Mr. Niles'..."

"I'm her older sister. Niels won't live here anymore. I'm here to pack some things."

"I'm his landlord. Young people nowadays...if they want to leave, they should at least tell the landlord."

While weeding, the old woman chattered dissatisfiedly. She was really old, and she had to rest with her waist supported after a few swings of the hoe.

"I'm really sorry, I will pay liquidated damages for him."

Fetili said sincerely.

"No, no, that young man is a nice person. Although he only stayed for less than a month, he helped me a lot..."

As she spoke, she put down the hoe and just leaned on the wicker chair in the yard.The sunlight passed through the leaves of the grapevine and sprinkled the sparse sunlight on the old man's face. She stopped nagging and soon began to snore.

Fittili took a breath, turned the key, and gently opened the door.

The light in the house was very dark, and the glass windows were covered with thick dark curtains, which made the air stagnant.

There are traces of life left by more than one person here. There are some bloody bandages scattered on the ground and in the trash can, but that's all. After searching around, Fetili finally found a door leading to the underground wine room in the corridor connecting the kitchen to the living room. The narrow passage of the cellar.

The moment Fittili stepped into the wine cellar, he realized that this was where Niels usually lived.

Wine racks and oak barrels were piled up in the cramped and narrow space. Because of the heavy rain, it was a bit damp here. The dust on the ground mixed with the moisture spread a layer of dirt on the ground that was difficult to get down on.

This is not so much a room, but more like a dark and damp tomb.

Fittili sat on the only high-backed chair in the room, and his arms drooped naturally, touching the low square cabinet.

There was a goblet, a half bottle of red wine and a letter.

If Victoria had stayed in this room, she would have noticed that the postures and expressions of Fittili and Nils were very similar.

She felt that she suddenly understood Niels' mood.

In this way, even if there is only one person in the room, it probably won't feel empty, right?

Fittili glanced at the envelope, then slowly opened it:

"To Abigail Cain, my dear sister.

In the third drawer of the low cabinet, there are the keys to the city of Enoch and the secrets I have investigated over the years.

What to do with them is your freedom.But if possible, I hope someone can destroy that place someday in the future.

We were born in invisible darkness and sin, but we are still qualified to yearn for light.

As for you... Abigail, will you be alone after I die? "

When Fittili read to the end, his body trembled slightly.She touched the remaining half bottle of red wine and downed it down her throat in one breath.

Only then did she notice a narrow crack in the top of the cellar's wall.

The direction here seems to be pointing towards the uncurtained part of the townhouse. A beam of sunlight shines in through the gap, and there are a few weed-like plants growing in the dirt on the ground.They looked a little listless due to being damp for a long time.

This may be the view Niels saw while sitting on the high-backed chair.

【Take it as...a punishment for you】

The voice sounded from my mind.

Feitili suddenly felt her nose sore. She left the high-backed chair and knelt in front of the beam of sunlight.

Fetili stretched his hands forward to embrace the sunshine, but in the end he could only wrap his arms around his shoulders.

A fiery burning sensation spread all over her body, and she didn't know if it was the effect of being infused with a large amount of alcohol, or it was the pain that the filthy blood must bear in the sun.

Chapter 85 The Old Times

It wasn't until the fifth day that Ella was carried off Dmitri's alchemy table.

Michelle Hebrew's full blow almost burned more than [-]% of the organs and body tissues in her body, but the restless force still hasn't completely escaped from the body, they are scurrying around trying to increase the damage.

Dmitri could only simply remove this dangerous body part, and then use magic to fill it with new body tissue.

This process lasted for five days, and even Ling and others were stopped by the old man outside the house to avoid disturbing the treatment process.

During this period of time, Ella repeatedly experienced the repeated cycle of coma, being awakened by pain, and then coma.

On the morning of the fifth day, Dmitry let out a sigh of relief and sat down on the soft carpet before he even had time to sew Ella's abdominal cavity.

"I've saved you. For the elderly, staying up all night is a loss of life..."

The old man hadn't closed his eyes for almost five days. Although he was a wizard with powerful magic power, his spirit and body were already reaching their limit.Symptoms of chest tightness, low-grade fever, and limb weakness appeared one after another. Dmitry pressed his throbbing temple and said:

"Healing magic is not about regenerating severed limbs and organs out of thin air. It essentially just involves your own life force and rebuilds the body model according to the complete formula."

"Consuming such a huge amount of life force is equivalent to accelerating death for ordinary people, but the core of your body is the potion made of frost dragon crystal, and the life force contained in it far exceeds the heart and blood of ordinary people. "

Ella nodded thoughtfully. Her thinking ability has recovered a lot today, and this kind of question and answer can also serve as a distraction.

She didn't have an in-depth understanding of the essence of healing magic before. It was an elective content in "Advanced White Magic", and it was not within the scope of her knowledge.

As a rare alchemist of life, Dmitry's accomplishments in this area are not even lower than that of the white wizard who compiled the "Advanced White Magic" textbook.In other words, chatting with Dmitry is a very rare learning opportunity.

"So that bottle of medicine is used to make up for the power consumed by the frost dragon potion?"

If the scene wasn't too weird, the atmosphere of the conversation between the two would be more like a pair of teachers and students in a classroom.

"Yes, that's right. The vitality of the dragon crystal potion is not endless. This treatment has almost exhausted the power of the frost dragon potion. If you don't 'water' you, you will probably fall into a deep sleep forever until it fades away and dies, like a dead tree."

Dmitri stuffed a few pieces of prosciutto and bread into his mouth from time to time, and his eyelids had already started to fight. In order to ensure the quality of sleep, he even poured himself two bottles of high-strength tranquilizers!

According to the direction of Dmitry's finger, there is a row of glass tubes as thick as a little finger on the left side of the alchemy table, and the red medicinal liquid in them is like a flowing liquid flame, containing an intoxicating magical atmosphere.

"There are seven potions on the alchemy table, you drink one tube every day... rest for a week... huh... that's it... you're sleepy, I need extra sleep."

After all, he fell asleep and snored like thunder.

"Professor Dmitry, you seem to have forgotten to suture my wound!"

Ella felt the cool wind caressing her insides, an indescribably disgusting experience.

"Professor Dmitry!"

The old man turned over along the floor and muttered unclearly:

"Let it go...it will heal itself..."

As he said that, he scratched his arms and almost fell into a deep sleep as if in a coma. It seemed that he couldn't wake up no matter what.

Ella tried to move a few times. Although she could already feel her limbs, the effect of the anesthesia had not completely subsided, and she still had no ability to move independently.

In order to ensure that the treatment process would not be disturbed, Dmitry applied powerful multiple sound insulation techniques to the alchemy room of the wooden house.

In this case, it seems that the only thing left to do is to wait for Dmitri to wake up or heal naturally.

Ella tried her best to ignore the weird touch, but reflected on the process of this battle.Her true strength was greater than that of Farminie, but she failed due to various factors.

The first is the damn luck, her luck has been unspeakably bad lately, and even in the process of treatment, the occasional minor accident has greatly delayed the treatment process.The rupture of the wound caused by breathing, the infection and the spread of magic caused by some unexpected conditions, are not even less damaging than the follow-up of magic.

Following this trend, she must think carefully every time she uses the Ten Commandments, and even the first commandment has the potential to burden her with unbearable negative rules.

The second is arrogance. When I think about it, the timing and process of the investigation are very strange. If she is a little more cautious, she will not be in such a bad situation.

Ella finally realized that after leaving the dreamland, she had a subconscious contempt for ordinary wizards in the material world.

But in fact, her strength is far from being absolutely powerful. Let alone Kleist or Philip, any two senior executors with powerful alchemy props cooperate, it will be difficult for her to win.

Thinking of this, Ella couldn't help but see cold sweat on her forehead. If Ling appeared later, she would have died in Belleville.

Finally... Ella remembered the interference she had received while performing her prayer ritual, and the frequency of her gibbering had become more and more frequent.And her investigation on this still stopped at the few words recorded in the Book of Nod.

There was dizziness in her head, and Ella felt the faint murmur reappear in the depths of her consciousness.Her current body is just out of danger, and the mental exhaustion caused by this kind of thinking may still have an impact on the injury. With her current luck, it is very likely to bring unforeseen consequences.

Thinking of this, Ella immediately forced herself to empty her mind, and her exhaustion made her fall into a deep sleep again.

-

When she woke up again, Ella found that she had been transferred to a new environment.The ceiling above me looks familiar, it seems to be my bedroom in No.30 Champs Elysées.She noticed that her abdomen had returned to its original shape, whether it was due to Dmitri's subsequent treatment or natural healing.

Ling sat in the chair next to the bed. Her ears moved as if she noticed some movement, and she quickly became alert.