Chapter 14 Magic Potion
◎ Only the shepherdess in front of Elena pointed her finger at the kitten that was desperately circling around Elena.◎
whoosh!
A little kitten took off like a cannonball, rubbing against the carpet, and then climbed up to the second floor along the raised carved wall.
"Hey, come back! Tsk."
Elena couldn't stop him in time, so she picked up the remaining apple pie and stuffed half of it into her mouth.
Ah, that little guy had bitten it. She swallowed it with a depressed look on her face.
Rustle, rustle.
Melia crawled across the plush carpets, burying herself in the white fox fur.
She swam through the obstacles like a fish, and the slaves who were staring straight ahead and the guards who were only looking ahead could not even see where they were standing.
The party atmosphere was in full swing, and Sula and his followers were enjoying their second wave.
Since the actors entered the room, these distinguished guests and hosts, along with the couches, were carried to the pavilion by slaves.
(If you can't organize it yourself, stealing (mc) resources and doing anything with them are all idiots
Here you have broad horizons, comrades with common interests, and deaf-mute slaves, and you don't even need to lower your voice.
"Magic is so fascinating!"
As soon as the kitten buried himself in the fox skin, he saw a strong man toasting Sula.
【Magic?】 She shook her fur.
Their attire today was different from others. Instead of wearing the golden brooches and red shawls that the elders loved, they covered their faces with a thick layer of white cloth.
However, the dress style at Roman dinner parties was very free, and no one would question why Sulla and his companions wore veils to cover their noses.
"Oh, my friend knows this very well."
Sura took a sip of the fruit wine in the glass and said, "This strange medicine is colorless and tasteless, and it won't take effect quickly if you mix it with food."
Someone asked Melia's question, "Sir, why don't you use ordinary poison? As long as that little girl Melia dies, everything will be over."
"Her? She's more useful alive than dead." Sura knocked on the armrest. "Letting her sign the contract while hallucinating is much better than poisoning her to death."
The tone was regrettably contrived.
The people around him pretended to be enlightened and praised his wisdom, but were stopped by Sura's downward gesture.
"Wait until the last day of the funeral and try the potion first." He slowly lay down on the white-clad slave girl behind him. "If it doesn't work... mix ordinary poison into the food."
"But with so many civilians...will they be exposed?"
"No, it's all on the table in front of her. That's not much." Sura disagreed: "She won't die immediately. She will just get sick slowly, and then..."
He clenched his fists, and the people around him laughed out loud in applause.
Melia felt a chill run down her spine when she heard this: funerals are all buffets, and in the last few days the ceremony will be moved to Rome.
The table beside her would be filled with fruit plates, roast meats, pies, bread, porridge, bowls of soup, and desserts. It was unknown how many people would eat the food unconsciously.
In order to deal with a powerless little girl, this group of people did not care about other people's lives!
She continued to crawl on the fox fur, but could not get any detailed introduction to the potion.
Instead, a middle-aged slave walked up to Sura and whispered in a low voice, "Master, it's ready."
With the help of the slave girl, Sura stood up and gently patted his wrist with his left hand. "Well, are you worried about the effect of the potion?"
"I dare not..." The person who spoke was covered by his mouth by his companions, and lowered his head belatedly: We must not disturb the adults' interest in showing off.
Melia pricked up her ears, and Sura's cheerful voice broke into her ears: "The drinks below are all spiked with magic potion, just a little bit."
Rub the two fingers together slightly, making a salt-sprinkling motion.
hiss--
He was oblivious to the gasps around him: "Don't be nervous. Don't be like those friends down there. Keep a sense of humor."
…
Rub, rub, rub—smack!
The little white cat rushed into Elena's arms at lightning speed, knocking off a piece of apple. "Something bad has happened. Something bad has happened. These bad guys added magic potion to the food—Ahhh."
She swallowed the apple slices and stared at Elena.
"Pfft, magic potion?" Elena covered her mouth: "There really is such a thing... Okay, okay, stop tickling me."
She didn't change her posture. "It's okay. It's definitely not a serious potion. He won't poison today's guests to death."
Melia's eyes widened and she stepped hard on her knee: "I'm not lying to you, he really put something in there and wanted to test its effect!"
If there really was no problem, why would those guys sit on the second floor with their faces covered?
Elena lifted her up easily and stroked her back: "It's okay, I have dragon blood."
Melia suddenly stopped talking.
[Meliya, you have the blood of a dragon.] Muala said this before he died.
Dragon blood is real, as confirmed in the film "Rose Princess." It's said that long ago, humans in this world had the blood of ancient beasts, able to transform into beasts and fight.
But after generations of bloodline dilution, some bloodlines are often just capital for self-bragging.
In the story, Elena is endowed with greater strength, faster speed, and longer life by dragon blood, and is also known as the Dragon Blood Princess and the Dragonborn Queen.
On the contrary, the original owner, Melia, had no relevant traits at all, not even the ability to eat a lot.
Legend has it that a dragon's body is immune to toxins, so dragon blood is also not afraid of most poisons. No wonder Elena is so calm.
Thinking of this, Melia lay back in the soft arms: She was right, there was no need for Sura to kill his own family, they still had to attend the funeral in a few days.
"Little fairy, have you ever seen "Shepherdess Soina"? "
The pressure on the top of her head was very comfortable. Melia squinted her eyes and said, "I haven't seen it. Don't call me a fairy, call me...Meimei."
"Okay, then you can call me Master from now on."
"Oh... Hey!" Melia's eyes widened immediately, and she turned around and said, "Don't take advantage of me!"
"Hahaha, okay, let me continue. 'Shepherdess Soina' tells a fairy tale. I wonder if you fairies believe it..."
As your fingers gently stroke the fur, a simple and easy-to-understand story unfolds.
The goddess of spring lived in the clouds. One day, the naughty god of love shot an arrow at her.
As the arrow pierced the body, the goddess of spring fell in love with the mortal passing by.
The god of nature who controls the cycle of the four seasons is a strict father and would not allow this love affair, so the goddess of spring hides her soul in a wreath, throws it to the ground, and transforms into a beautiful shepherdess.
The shepherdess grew with the wind, and in eighteen days and nights she became a beautiful girl. She soon found the man who passed by that day, who was a prince from the human world.
When she climbed to the top of the tree and looked into the prince's eyes, they fell in love.
The prince eloped with the shepherdess regardless of their status.
But the wreath is fragile, and every day the shepherdess grows older.
The Goddess of Spring looked at her lover's increasingly confused face and knew that she had to find a solution.
Even if the lover does not change his heart, when spring is completely over, her soul will return to the divine realm and hand over power to the Goddess of Summer.
So, she decided to steal a strand of hair from the goddess of time, and take spring and her lover with her to hide in the underworld...
"Then what?"
Melia was listening intently when the stroking on her head suddenly stopped.
"Then……"
Boom, Elena's body leaned forward, her forehead resting on the coffee table.
"Elena? Elena!" Melia meowed loudly into her ear, and suddenly the sound of drums was heard around her.
The guests on the first floor were staggering around, and smoky gas was pouring down from the second floor, boom, boom, boom, boom.
The veiled actors were still softly singing the prelude to the story: "Spring is warm, everything is new, and cloud-like lambs are rolling over the valley..."
Dongdong, lingling, dongdongdong.
The drums beat rhythmically, and people in the fog shook the bells in their hands to accompany the music.
Melia arched her back nervously. She didn't want to sleep, but two visions appeared in her eyes.
The first layer of vision was a foggy stage. The actors were singing and the female lead was reluctant to go on stage for some reason. They sang the prelude over and over again for the third time.
Another perspective is a beautiful mountain landscape in spring.
Is this the effect of the potion, using music, rhythm and performance to create some kind of illusion? What exactly is Sulla trying to do?
The guests lying on the sofa gradually moved their bodies and woke up to the music.
When they opened their eyes, they were confused and began to talk to each other, as if they could not see any of their companions.
Melia looked back and saw that Elena had indeed stood up. Her pupils contracted, as if she was gazing into the distance.
The princess looked up at the nonexistent sky with her ocean-blue eyes and took a deep breath. "What a nice day!"
She stretched as if no one was around and walked towards the stage: in her hallucinatory vision, there was a clear stream with small fish swimming at the bottom of the pool.
The singing slowly lingered, more mist overflowed from the center of the stage, and an actress dressed as a shepherdess slowly rose from behind the curtain.
The sackcloth covered half of her face, but the illusion gave her an almost demonic beauty.
The facial features are shrouded in haze, and no matter how you look at it, it looks like my favorite.
Elena paused slightly, then changed direction and walked towards the shepherdess.
In real life, there are at least three other people like her.
They seemed to be the best test subjects chosen by Sulla, and actors walked up the stairs, clapping their instruments and reciting the lyrics in circles.
Elena was closest to the stage. She was more agile than the others and moved faster.
The actor in the grass threw a spear at her feet, unsure what to do. A little further away, the guest, already half-conscious, fumbled to pick up a dagger from the ground.
Why let them touch weapons? A bad premonition filled my heart.
"Ouch!" Melia was anxious. She jumped up and bit Elena's hand.
Elena lowered her head, her sea-blue eyes shimmering with emotion. "How could there be a white cat on the grassland? Does she have a cat? It looks so familiar."
Boom boom boom, boom boom boom.
The actors beat the drums faster and faster, and the shepherdess came slowly on the carpet.
In the illusion, wheat waves rolled and sheep surrounded her feet.
The shepherdess raised her eyes and met Elena's gaze, singing softly, "My beautiful one, you have taken away my heart..."
The singers around responded
"Now she is here, spring has come, hurry up, take it, take Soina's wreath."
The female lead took out the wreath at the right time. The light in the illusion was soft and for a moment the only smell was the scent of fresh grass.
The real memories were covered by the potion, and the singers sang with all their might, forcibly telling the story of a non-existent romantic encounter.
Is... is this true?
Elena was very confused.
She couldn't see the guests around her who were already immersed in false memories. She just felt incredible: Why did she fall in love with the shepherdess in front of her? She was beautiful, and then what?
Is there a force behind her worth winning over? Can she make me stronger? Or is she good at governing a country?
Several questions exploded in Elena's mind, making her look more and more confused: She is beautiful and can herd sheep, what does it have to do with me?
"My dear princess!" The shepherdess suddenly stepped forward. "There's a wolf over there!"
What could be better than a crisis to bring people closer together? Not only the leading actress, but other actors also encouraged the selected guests, pointing at the numb and submissive slaves one by one.
Only the shepherdess in front of Elena pointed her finger at the kitten that was circling around Elena desperately.
Oh, I see.
Melia's fur stood on end, and she turned her head and hissed towards the upstairs.
These bastards!
He actually wanted to use potion experiments... to make the confused guests kill people!
The author has something to say:
Thanks to Luchen_piuma, Zheng Xiaohua's girlfriend and Yichen's Leilei, thanks to Luchen_piuma, Luomu Xiaoxiaoxia, Jiuqi, Yichen, dsujbvok, Doubi Xiaomu and An for their irrigation~
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