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

"God's...salvation?"

Ella repeated with some incomprehension, she really couldn't connect this terrible pollution plant with the word "Isaiah".

"I remember you guys asking why they didn't move out of the Forest of Silence where the Wendigo lives."

Nosferatu leaned back in the chair and returned to the posture with his arms folded.

"Of course it's because of the food."

"Nod is a 'land of nowhere' beyond the radiance of God. Under the land here is a thousand-year-old curse. Over the long years, we have tried to bring various seeds into this land from the outside, but The black soil of Nod produces hardly any crops... and if they do, they are twisted by the cursed powers into something completely different and inedible - except for Isaiah, the plant The pollution power contained in it is so thin that even ordinary people can survive on it for decades."

He pointed in the direction of the forest and continued:

"The Forest of Silence is located close to the Floating Ice Bay. This is one of the few places in Nod where the curse is weak due to its proximity to the outside world. Isaiah can maintain a good production in this kind of place."

"Although it would be very dangerous to stay in this place, it is one of the few places where they can live normally."

Ayla waved the slender plant leaf to float back into its place.

"What happened to that human blood?"

There was no greed for blood in Nosferatu's eyes, at least she felt that the person in front of her was trustworthy.

"Because the vitality in blood can neutralize the pollution in food to a certain extent, all kinds of blood pickles can already be regarded as special products of Nod. You will get used to it gradually."

Speaking of which, this somewhat short middle-aged filthy blood rubbed his hands,

"By the way, I think there is one more thing that needs to be mentioned - most of the time, outsiders are very welcome in Nod."

"Because most of them will carry some outside, uncontaminated food, and for some guys who put aside ethics and morality, their own existence is as welcome as the former, so although this request is a bit difficult to say... ...You know, I haven't tasted anything outside in a long time."

The frequency of Nosferatu rubbing his hands became faster.

Ella was stunned for a moment, she thought that there were some bacon stuffed in by Professor Adolf in her suitcase.

But before the girl spoke, Ling poked her leg with his toe under the table.

"We have some dried mushrooms."

Ling threw a palm-sized cloth bag on the table. This was something she had collected in Shadelin's hut. Now that she thought about it, it should have been left by some unlucky outsider.

Now it seems that the Wendigo can indeed be called very generous.

Chapter 33 The Black Magic Oath

Nosferatu didn't show any dissatisfaction, but happily accepted half a bag of dried mushrooms.

The middle-aged man continued to answer several local common sense questions, most of them were "the land of Nord has day and night, but no sun", "there are only two alternating seasons in a year", etc., which are contrary to external science strange sense.

If you want to ask "Why is the day and night light different when there is no sun", Mr. Nosferatu will readily say that he himself does not know.

This kind of question has no meaning in a different space. They can still feel the world with their five senses, and the basic laws of physics have not changed, so they can already be called the favor of the goddess of luck.

Every half a month, the villagers of Baran Village will venture through the forest to collect food and firewood, and try to hunt wild animals.On the other hand, there are also quite rich resources on the floating ice coast behind the forest.

Every half a month, a three-day "hunting day" comes, and Wendigo can also hunt and kill any creature that enters the forest without restriction.This is often the day with the highest number of casualties among villagers.

But as Nosferatu said, some refugees wandering in the wilderness are willing to enter the village. Even if they risk living under the fangs of monsters, it is much better than starving to death or risking eating things full of pollution.

Mr. Nosferatu complained,

"From here to the collection point, you have to go through Shadlin's hunting ground area. Even in this forest, it is considered a very powerful wendigo... I really don't know how you all passed through the forest safely. I thought about killing it, but It's utterly unrealistic, and would probably require a squad of noble hunters to do it—oh, Cain, what the hell is that!"

As he spoke, he noticed that the short-haired girl in front of him unwrapped the package and placed a transparent ice cube wrapped with thorns on the table.

"Is that what you mean?"

Nosferatu showed enough sincerity and friendliness, and both Ella and Ling thought they could show more.This is also the prerequisite for their cooperation.

"We encountered the Shadelin you mentioned in the forest. The antlered monster planned to take the two of us into its food store. I had no choice but to kill it."

Ling propped up her two legs, half-tilted the chair and put her feet on the table. The tip of a knife without a handle was twirling deftly on her fingers. It was a metal fragment from Xia Delin's bone-chopping knife. , was wrapped up by Ling as a spoil of war.

Not paying attention to the girl's demonstration-like movements, the dirty blood stared at the frozen heart in front of him, and was a little speechless for a while. It took a long time for him to breathe a sigh of relief.

"Your strength is far beyond my imagination... To be honest, I am very glad that I did not choose to be your enemy."

Ella smiled wordlessly, the village was filled with an indelible smell of blood, she would not naively think that all the people living here were miserable innocents.

The girl roughly counted the black earthen jars. There are at least fifteen jars and half-person-high containers in Balan Village. If you want to soak them all with blood, you may have to drain more than half of the blood of the entire village.

How could a gathering place that could stand in the land of Nord be so simple? From Nosferatu's conversation, she heard that the residents here were refugees who were constantly changing.But where are the guys who didn't live in the village now?

So whether the liquid in those crocks belonged to humans or beasts, they could say a lot.

It is worth mentioning that the word "Balam" means "gluttonous" in ancient Hebrew.

"Because of your help, this hunting day may be able to move forward several days... This is not a trivial matter. If there is enough food, maybe the number of people in Balan Village can be expanded to 30 people, which can barely be called It's the town."

I don't know since when, the simple "outsider" has been replaced by another word with a more respectful meaning.Nosferatu's voice became a little flattering,

"A powerful foreigner, what else do you want from this small village?"

If he was still in the stage of fear or exploration of the unknown, he would never say such a sentence anyway.

"There are many things I want, more knowledge, a safe place to live, Isaiah, a guide through the wilderness - and, Mr. Nosferatu, as you recall, I mentioned that we Deviation and the envoy to Enoch got separated."

Aila held out a hand and said:

"If possible, I hope that you will do your best to search for clues about them during the hunting day."

Nosferatu held the girl's cold hand and promised.

"I'll keep an eye on the nearby villages and forests."

"This house belongs to you now. It is the safest place in all Baran Village. And any questions you want to know that I can answer will be answered. As for the guide, you should remember Xinli, he will He is a very suitable candidate…”

"Food is not a problem... The hunting day can provide us with enough Isaiah to last for several months, and we can share some of it with you, as long as it does not affect our own survival."

When agreeing to all the conditions, Nosferatu felt a tingling and burning sensation from the back of his hand, and something hot rushed under the girl's cold skin through contact.

He felt that he was scalded, and as the pain faded away, a gray-white twisted brand emerged on the back of his hand.Even with the terrifying healing ability of the filthy blood, the burn showed no sign of fading away.

On the other hand, the silver-haired girl also had the same pattern on the back of her hand, but it looked more like an elegant artistic tattoo on the other party's body.

"I'm very sorry, but before being a so-called nobleman, I was a wizard first."

Ella calmly emphasized her identity as a "filthy blood species", and then began to explain the function of this brand.

"You know, most wizards are used to using contracts to strengthen the firmness of their relationships. This is a black magic oath called the 'Burning Curse'. Those who violate the oath...his blood will be like highly distilled wine Burn up, and even the soul will be reduced to ashes."

"I'm trying to understand...but, Miss Williams..."

Nosferatu's smile seemed to be maintained a bit reluctantly, and he asked in a gloomy tone:

"I don't remember any vows you took."

"some."

Ella pointed to the transparent heart made of solid ice on the table, with an innocent expression.

"My oath is to guarantee that what I just said is true and credible news, and this is indeed Wendigo Shadlin's heart."

"In a sense, I have fulfilled the contract."

Chapter 34 Waiting

"If you don't violate the contract, the branding won't have any effect on your body—of course, you should be trustworthy."

Ella caressed the gray and white brand on the back of her hand intentionally or unintentionally. This magic was learned from the few black magic manuscripts that Fred sent.

Facts have proved that in the long history of magic, those dark wizards hidden in the shadow of history may not be the most powerful, but the various insidious magic they have racked their brains to develop are hard to guard against.

The corners of Nosferatu's eyes twitched, and he could barely keep his face unchanged, squeezing out an ugly smile.

"When... of course, I have always had a significant reputation."

After speaking, he got up and left the long table. According to the content of the contract, the right to use this building belongs to the silver-haired girl in front of him temporarily.

"Please wait."

Before Nosferatu left the room, Ella stopped him, because he had to answer any questions he knew because of the contract.

"One last question...I heard you mention Xia Delin's name, was that Wendigo also a villager in Balan Village?"

After hearing this question, Nosferatu was slightly taken aback.

He was not angry because he was forced to fulfill the contract, but seemed to vaguely remember something that had been forgotten for a long time.

"Xia Delin... That's right, that woman was once the first batch of residents of Balan Village. I don't know the specifics. Some people say that she left the village with her children and her husband on a hunting day. Into the forest."

"It was snowing heavily... in that kind of weather, it would be completely suicidal for an ordinary person to go back to the village through the woods. The blizzard lasted for seven days, and none of the hunters made it back to the village alive after the snow stopped. ...After that, the Forest of Silence has a new Wendigo."

"Some say she murdered and ate her husband and children because she couldn't stand the hunger and cold, others that her husband did it voluntarily... who knows! Had a chance to see this for myself All the people involved in the incident died, so no one knows what happened in the forest in those few days."

Recalling the haggard female Wendigo, Ella couldn't say anything about her past. The only thing she could be sure of was that the monster's heart had already been frozen into ice in the snowstorm.

-

After Nosferatu left, he sent over a basket of Isaiah that had been dried over the fire, alongside a cask of the blood of an unknown creature.

Ella pinched a piece of black hay with two fingers, but after hesitating for a while, she still didn't soak it in the blood.

She bit off a small piece of hay with her teeth and chewed it slowly, the expression on her face becoming tangled.

This thing tastes like spoiled eggs soaked in lime, and it is impossible to associate this thing with food.Holding back the bitterness and indescribable odor, the girl swallowed the fragments of Isaiah mixed with saliva.

She closed her eyes and began to feel the changes in her body. In this highly efficient alchemy body, the food that entered her throat was instantly decomposed into energy to maintain the body's operation.Under the action of Lingxin's vision, Ayla found that besides those energies, there were tiny or even imperceptible black residues left behind.

Its nature is similar to some kind of very stubborn pollution power. This kind of imperceptible pollution will not have any effect on the body at first, but if they accumulate thousands of times, it is very likely to corrode the wizard's body and spirit.

The resistance of ordinary humans to this is even weaker, and there is nothing surprising even if they transform into monsters.

"It's edible, and pollution is acceptable if we don't stay in Nod for too long."

This curse is not absolutely irreversible, Ella can feel that it is gradually dissipating in her body.As Nosferatu said, vitality can neutralize pollution to a certain extent, but in most cases their accumulation speed will exceed the limit that the latter can neutralize.

But Ella is different, with the strong vitality endowed by the dragon crystal potion, she can even maintain the balance between the two on the basis of filling her stomach.

According to Ella's calculations, as long as the envoys stay in Nod for no more than half a year, there should be no irreversible alienation or damage to their bodies.