Chapter 39 The Price is Whose Blood and Flesh

When Vifiya returned to the dormitory, a half moon was already hanging high in the dark night sky.

She did not put down the book, but walked towards the doll on the table decorated with exquisite carvings. She made sure that the doll's eyes were not open, and then she felt relieved.

This was brought by Isidore the day before yesterday. As long as the strange spell on Neve changes, the doll will open its eyes.

Her eyes fell on the small cloth bag that Isidore gave her at the opening dinner. Although it was not a long time ago, she felt that a long time had passed.

She turned back to the desk and put aside the magic recovery potion she had intended for Osa, waiting for a chance to give it to her.

As for the better potion, she planned to make the finished product and give her one. Besides, Osa's magic power was sluggish, and she didn't know whether this magic recovery potion, which was not yet at its best, would be useful to her.

Vifiya sat down, closed her eyes and took a deep breath. In the past few days, she had also gone to the library in the college to try to find out if there were any records about dragons, but in the end she found nothing.

She took up her quill and wrote down all the records about dragons from folklore, the royal library, the papal scriptorium, and Isidore and his men.

She lowered her eyes and thought quietly. The clues were basically gone. The dragons were either missing or dead. This was all the records of dragons in such a vast empire. However...

"Find the dragon."

Is it to find a dead dragon or a living dragon?

Vefia picked up her quill again and slowly and coherently wrote the last three pages of the ancient book Isidore had mentioned. It was just four simple words:

"Set Him free."

The feather pen gently touched the face. The dragon's life or death was unknown, and his whereabouts were unknown. Naturally, the royal family and the church could write whatever records about him as they wanted.

Since the dragon did not appear, there is no way to refute the contents of the record, and everything recorded can be forged.

After going around in circles, we still come back to this fundamental question: Where is the dragon?

Vifiya stared at these four words motionlessly, like a sculpture. After a long while, she suddenly smiled, but her red eyes were filled with coldness.

She put down her quill and placed the parchment with everything about dragons written on it in the candlelight, which burned little by little.

Who is guiding her to get the clue to go home? The answer is obvious, of course it is God.

So is it the fake one sitting in the church now, or the so-called real God? Or maybe both of them are involved.

Since both gods seemed to care so much about her, they should also know her current predicament.

Now that all the clues about the dragon have been basically found, she moved her right wrist in front of her and stared at the silver bracelet.

The silver bracelet contains a power that does not belong to this world, but it is not rejected in this world. That is to say, no matter which world is behind the silver bracelet, she can try to convey the message to the real God through them.

The coldness in her eyes faded, and she said, "If the real goddess Lehomi can hear me, please convey my message. I want to see Buma Lingdalie."

As soon as she finished speaking, in an instant, the blazing red mist slowly emerged, and a line stretched out from it, pointed in front of her, and quickly retracted as if nodding.

Vifiya was stunned and whispered, "Thank you."

The silver bracelet returned to its original shape and she put her hand down.

Deep down, she hoped that her hometown was behind the silver bracelet. However, although there were legends about gods in her hometown, no one had ever seen gods. Gradually, most people tended to believe in atheism, and Vifiya was one of them.

No matter who is behind the silver bracelet, they have no ill will towards me so far.

Vifia breathed a sigh of relief. In that case, the next step was the potion. This was the bard's final reminder, and she turned and walked towards the bookshelf.

"Buzz——" "Buzz——" "Buzz——"

Suddenly, bursts of piercing screams pierced her brain. Vifiya covered her head in pain. The severe pain made her vision shake rapidly and blurry.

She wanted to go back to the chair to rest, but every step she took seemed to be unable to step on anything solid, and her whole body felt light and airy.

Her breathing became more and more rapid. In the double image, she took a step forward and stretched out her hand, trying to grab the chair, but her hand slipped weakly.

"Bang!"

Vifiya fell to the ground. In panic, her elbow collided with the ground, causing her pain. Her face wrinkled, but she still tried her best to support her body so as not to make herself too embarrassed.

“Snap.” “Snap.” “Snap.”

Liquid dripped onto the white ground. It was her cold sweat and nosebleed.

She quietly felt the warmth in her nose, watched the bright red flow down her face, and completely calmed down.

After being reborn many times, she has figured out how much importance this world places on rules:

Any attempt to go beyond the rules will have to pay a price.

Ever since she understood this, and every time she tried to make a magic recovery potion, she would wonder whether ordinary people would be allowed to make magic potions.

After all, from the perspective of this world, it seems strange no matter how you look at it for ordinary people without any magical powers to refine magic potions, like two circles that should not overlap.

What Vifia does will cause the two circles to overlap.

The pain slowly faded away, she stood up, found a handkerchief, wiped her nose and gently blocked it.

This was the first time she had been cost by this world since she started making magic potions. If nothing unexpected happened, it would cost her health for a while.

I don’t know how long this will last.

She turned to look at her tools and materials on the bookshelf, and another possibility emerged in her mind. Perhaps this time it might take longer than before, and she might even need to pay the price again.

Feeling her whole body trembling involuntarily, she lowered her eyes. Was it too much of a stretch?

She slowly walked to the bed in another compartment and sat down. Fortunately, the sound insulation of this dormitory was good, otherwise the noise she had just made might have disturbed Osa's rest.

"Magic needs to be watered with flesh and blood."

Whose blood and whose flesh is it?

In fact, the experiment had already begun long ago, when the bard asked her in the tenth life if she was willing to learn this potion.

And the experiment is about to succeed.

The necessary conditions for the experiment have been met, and the world has finally come to demand its price.

If she succeeds, then she, who broke the rules for the first time, will have to bear most of the cost, while future magicians who refine magic recovery potions will only have to pay a small price, which should be called a side effect.

Vifiya stood up and endured the pain that remained in her body. She took out all the tools and materials for refining the magic recovery potion from the bookshelf, recalling every step the bard professor took and all the mistakes she had made in the past.

Afterwards, he ignored the pain and began to refine it with precision and skill.

Time passed by little by little, the candle had burned down and solidified into a block, and the first ray of light in the morning peeked through the curtains, bringing coolness into the room.

And Vifia's experiment finally came to an end.

Three bottles of light blue potion stood on the table, and a smile finally appeared in her eyes.

This experiment went more smoothly than she had imagined and took less time.

Only after she had packed up everything did she look at the hourglass on the decorative table. It was already morning, and the doll next to it had its eyes closed.

Before exhaustion completely overwhelmed her, she quickly wrote a small note asking Osa to ask for leave for her today, and stuffed it into the small window in front of Osa's dormitory door. This was their agreement, and they could inform each other in this way when encountering a situation like today.

After doing all this, Vifiya's spirit just began to relax, but sleepiness and fatigue soon swept over her body. She felt exhausted at this time because the world had drained her health. She had no time to tidy herself up. As soon as she lay down on the bed, she couldn't help closing her eyes.

There seemed to be soft cotton behind her, and she slowly fell into the darkness, sinking deeply into it.

Another pair of warm hands supported her. In the daze, Vifiya vaguely heard a familiar voice, but she couldn't tell whether it was a man or a woman.

The voice was soft and loving: "Relax, lost child."