Chapter 45: He is filled with joy and strangles all injustice to death...
Vifiya remained silent, feeling mixed emotions, yet also somewhat relieved that there were still humans who remembered her and were still searching for her.
After integrating all the information she knew, she believed what Hefa said a lot more.
So, is this why Hefa massacres the Vatican in every life?
But before that, she won't express her opinion. This alone is not enough.
Hefa knew he had to show his sincerity: "His heart and remains are under the Holy See."
The information overlapped, and Vifiya gently closed the book and raised her eyes: "Master Magician, you are a magician of the Holy See."
He laughed out loud when he heard this: "I'm not so idle as to work for the Vatican."
Without warning, he told her his plan: "I'm going to blow up the entire Vatican in three days."
What shocking words! Unfortunately, Weifeiya was not a so-called "upright person" and had no reason to refuse such cooperation. "Have you found the exact location?"
She didn't add any honorifics or impolite words, so Hefa didn't realize that she was relieved.
In the final analysis, he was willing to tell everything because he could sense the aura of Buma Lingdare on her. His aura was jumping, saying that he liked her and trusted her.
Although it was unclear how a noble lady like her came into contact with Him, she must know something that Hefa did not know, so Hefa decided to include her in the plan.
The only obstacle was whether she would agree to cooperate. He knew nothing about this Miss Kesley.
He was not worried about the secret being leaked, as long as he killed her before it happened, but Buma Lingdalie loved her.
Besides, there was something about her that interested him.
"It has been basically determined. My plan is to find Buma Lingdale's heart and remains and then take Him out of the Vatican." Hefa replied. It has been nine hundred years, and now that His location has been determined, it can't be delayed any longer.
Vifiya lowered her eyes. His plan was roughly similar to the outline of the plan she had envisioned, but she always felt that something was wrong. She stroked the handle of the dagger under the quilt.
Yes, her eyes moved slightly. Hefa would do this in every life. Goddess Lehomi would know his actions. The goddess did not stop him, but still came to her. In other words, this plan was feasible. However, even with this, He still could not gain true freedom.
Or perhaps, He had fallen before He gained freedom.
The scene of the dragon's birth emerged in my mind, and everything suddenly connected, with the focus being the heart.
She lifted the quilt, found a pen and paper nearby, placed them on the table, stared at Hefa and said only one word: "Draw."
He understood, picked up the quill, and quickly drew the approximate location on the parchment.
In front of the map on the paper, the map on Vifiya's necklace was reflected there to confirm that the two maps were similar.
The last time she went to the Vatican, the map shown by the necklace actually showed an underground passage.
It was just that it was normal for a place like the Vatican to have underground areas, so she didn't care.
Besides, who would have thought that there was a dragon imprisoned underground in the Vatican?
Just as Hefa put down his pen, he heard Vifiya say gravely, "Three days is too long. He won't be able to hold on until then."
He paused in his movements and suddenly looked at her in surprise.
Vephia's expression didn't change at all, her gaze still fixed on the map: "He's not truly dead yet."
These few sentences contained too much information, and Hefa's face showed a rare expression of loss of composure.
The descendants of the first generation of great magicians speculated that Buma Lingdalie had died long ago. What they had to do was to find his remains and heart and bring him back to the light of day. They kept moving towards this goal.
But he never imagined that He was still alive. For nine hundred years, He had been underground, longing for the sky.
Vifiya pointed with her slender finger at the spot where he had marked his heart on the paper and said firmly, "The key is the heart. He can't hold on for much longer. We must hurry."
"Then tomorrow," Hefa said decisively. He described the plan in detail and paused. "Osa is also included in the plan. This is her mother's wish."
She remembered the similar eye color between Osa and her daughter and Valega, and nodded without objection: "Okay, I'll follow your plan. Tomorrow night..." She pointed at the map, "Focus on these two places."
He nodded, placed his hand on the parchment, and the paper instantly burned to ashes.
Before stepping into the magic circle and leaving, Hefa turned around and looked at her with an unbridled smile on his lips: "After this is over, what I do next has nothing to do with you. Don't care, and don't stop me."
Vifiya didn't look at him and slowly poured herself a glass of water: "Whatever you want."
The room returned to silence. She picked up the water and took a sip, her eyes calm. Of course she knew what he would do, but what did it have to do with her? She was not so idle either. She did not stop him in the past, so why would she stop him now?
She strode to the window and opened the curtains. The sunlight was a little dazzling on her face. She turned her head to make sure the doll didn't open its eyes.
It's not noon yet.
She picked up a stack of paper, picked up a pen, and wrote down the story of Valega, His life, with a rustling sound.
She slightly concealed the part about human betrayal. Human imagination is endless, and she could not say it directly. In the Buma Lingda Lie that was almost forgotten by mankind, not many people would accept the truth she specified.
There should be enough blank space for them to guess the truth and confirm it themselves.
Only such truth will be accepted by most people.
Time passed little by little. Vifiya took out a piece of paper and wrote a letter. She released a carrier pigeon by the window and made an appointment with Isidore and others to meet at the public rest house after noon.
After doing all this, the relaxation after her high concentration made her suddenly dizzy. She put her hands on the table, closed her eyes and let herself recover slowly.
She had to make sure everything went perfectly fine tomorrow night.
“Knock, knock, knock.”
There was a knock on the door. Vifiya looked over in the direction of the sound, paused, stood up straight, walked forward to open the door, and it was Osa.
Seeing that she looked a little pale, Osa didn't ask any more questions outside the door, but just said, "Have you eaten?"
Vifiya couldn't help but ask, "It's noon?" She turned around and looked at the hourglass, and it was indeed noon.
She shook her head, and Osa picked up the things in her hand: "I brought them here."
Vifiya curled the corners of her lips slightly, moved aside to make way, and waited until Osha came in before she closed the door.
Osa put the food on the table and asked, "What's wrong with you? You look so bad."
Vifiya subconsciously denied: "I didn't get enough rest." She walked over and took the knife and fork that Osa handed to her.
Osha didn't hide her worries. She didn't say anything, and Vifiya didn't ask. Only after they sat down did she speak worriedly, "I heard from Hefa that it's too dangerous."
Osa couldn't let her mind go. After receiving the news from Hefa in the morning, she had no intention of attending the class. She just wanted to ask Vifiya to confirm whether she really wanted to get involved in the plan, even though she knew that this matter was true and Hefa would not joke about such a thing.
Vifiya didn't expect Hefa to tell Osa so quickly that she looked...
"Do you want to stop me?"
Osa was stunned when she heard this, and she lowered her eyes and shook her head. She didn't think that Vifiya would give in on this matter.
"I want to know, will you act with Hefa?" She is mainly responsible for the periphery. The internal operations in the specific plan originally only involved Hefa, and now Vifiya is included.
After some thought, Vifiya answered truthfully: "I'm alone."
Anger crossed Osa's face. Was Hefa crazy? She was being asked to act alone on such a dangerous project!
"Osha." Vifiya called her name. Although her anger was beyond her expectations, since she had agreed to be her accomplice, she would explain.
"Osha, I asked you to act alone. Only in this way can we reduce the chance of failure. This is the best plan." She said patiently with soft eyes. She had also calculated that what she had now was enough for her to get out of this plan unscathed, and she was afraid that Valega could not wait too long.
Osa hesitated to speak. She grew up in the Vatican and knew very well how difficult and dangerous it was to enter a place like a forbidden area. In her opinion, Vifiya was the one who needed protection, and she didn't want anything to happen to her.
Vifiya smiled lightly. She had been fighting alone for so long that she had forgotten that her persona in front of others was characterized by weakness. After all, the more contrary it was, the less likely people would suspect or associate her with others.
She exchanged the cut mutton with the one on Osha's table and said, "Don't worry about me. I will be fine."
Vifiya's attitude did not change, but the determination and confidence in her eyes startled Osha.
At this moment, she suddenly realized that she didn't seem to know Vifiya very well.
"Let's go to the public rest area after dinner. I have an appointment with Isidore and the others." Vifiya said. After all, the magic stagnation in Osha's body was special. She planned to let Isidore and the others make sure that the last magic recovery potion was okay before giving it to her.
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When Vifia and Osha arrived at the lounge, Isidore and Kaharun were already there, and they even thoughtfully cast a soundproofing spell.
The soundproofing of the lounge, which Vifiya had not personally secured, was not very good.
She placed the bamboo basket on the table, lifted the cloth, and took out the potion while saying, "I have already made the most effective magic recovery potion, but there are only three bottles, not much. Do you think it's okay?"
After that, he turned to Osa beside him and said, "Use it only after you're sure it's okay."
Hearing the words "magic recovery potion", Osa looked at her in shock. The scene before her was difficult for her to digest.
The lounge suddenly fell silent. Vifiya glanced at the three of them. Osha was surprised, but what was wrong with the two of them?
Isidore reacted quickly and took the potion from her.
Kaharun blinked in surprise. "So soon?"
Vifiya showed a puzzled look. Based on her understanding of the normal steps of potion refining, this should be the normal speed.
Seeing her expression, Kaharun finally understood that she really didn't know how amazing the things she mastered and her manufacturing speed were. Who taught her these things, and why didn't they teach her the most basic common sense?
Vifiya handed another potion to Osa and warned her, "Don't use it yet. Leave it aside until Isidore and the others are sure there's nothing wrong with it."
She lifted her eyes and saw Osa took it seriously, then jokingly said, "Will you hand me over to the royal family?"
"How is it possible?" Osa blurted out. How could she do this? She felt the bottle of potion in her hand, and she even felt a sense of joy that Vifiya trusted her.
Isidore and Kaharun felt the magic power in their bodies recovering faster than before.
Kaharun's eyes widened, his face full of excitement: "Sis! From now on you are my sister! You really are a genius!"
Isidore, on the other hand, was much calmer, but he still looked at her with burning eyes and concluded, "More than twice as fast."
Vifiya breathed a sigh of relief and asked her worried question: "Have you felt any side effects?"
Hearing this, Kaharun forced himself to calm down and shook his head: "No, the medicine you brought last time has no side effects at the moment."
She nodded. "I'll write down the specific steps, materials, and precautions for refining the potion later. As for other aspects of the potion, I'll leave it to you."
After all, she was not a magician and could not experiment on herself.
Then, she took out a parchment with words written on it and said, "I want to ask you for a favor."
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