Chapter 35: Contaminated Monica
"Monica fainted. We can barely activate the flesh and blood magic together to maintain her current state, but we can't deal with the pollution." A golden-haired banshee said, "And her waking up may not be a good thing. At that time in the abyss, she was hit by a whole contaminated monster. I saw with my own eyes that the monster entered her body."
As she spoke, a hint of sadness appeared on her face.
"Maybe she won't be Monica when she wakes up."
"Are there any records of this kind of pollution among your people?"
The banshees shook their heads together. They had been linked together for this matter and had searched each other's records, but there were no clues at all.
Perhaps there were relevant books in the Banshee Kingdom many years ago, but those things have long been lost, and they only have some information passed down orally.
This was indeed very troublesome, and Xius had no idea what to do. He thought about it and asked, "How long can you maintain her condition?"
"Three days at most." Ash glanced at the banshees, "I am the only one who can move freely here. They all need to maintain their flesh and blood magic to resist the lack of pressure."
Fortunately, Monica was the only injured person. In addition to maintaining their own flesh and blood magic, the banshees could barely squeeze out a little magic power to help Monica maintain her life. However, this also trapped the banshees here, making them unable to move.
"and you."
"Lord Ash is now overdrawn in magic power." The blonde banshee stepped forward and said, "She helped Monica maintain her flesh and blood magic from the depths of the abyss alone, and repelled many monsters before leading us here, giving us a stable environment to cast spells."
"She hasn't been able to use any magic in the past week."
"Ash, you've done a great job. You should take a good rest in the next period of time. I'll find a solution." Zeus said solemnly.
The other banshees needed to maintain their flesh and blood magic, but Ash alone fought off all the polluted monsters and successfully led the banshees to escape from the Abyss. It was simply a miracle.
You have to know that when the banshees entered the abyss, they rushed forward one by one and blew themselves up to carve out a bloody path.
It’s strange to say, but in the recent few times that the Banshees went to the Abyss, they were not stopped by the mermen. Maybe something happened to the mermen too.
Zeus suddenly felt a black screen in front of his eyes and felt dizzy. When the blonde witch saw this, she quickly grabbed him with her four free hands.
"My Lord?!"
"Lord!"
"Are you all right?"
"What happened?"
Xiu Si shook his head and then he came to his senses. He looked at Ash and found that she was also shaking her head, as if she was in a trance just now.
Noticing Zeus's concerned look, Ash looked even more guilty: "I'm sorry, I was a little weak and absorbed your vitality through the contract."
Xius rubbed his forehead. This feeling was terrible, as if he had a fever. He had a headache all the time and a feeling of weakness always followed him.
"It's okay, it's not a big problem. You take a rest first, I'll get you some supplies."
Xius returned to the study alone. After thinking for a while, he rang a bell on the table, and soon footsteps were heard from outside.
"Lord Hughes?"
"Send Connor over here. Just let him come alone. I have something to discuss with him."
Connor came very quickly. This meticulous old butler always gave Zeus the illusion that he was always available. Although there were many things in the manor that needed him to arrange or supervise, he was able to complete them with ease and could quickly come to Zeus when he needed him.
Professional, elegant and loyal.
It perfectly fits Hughes's imagination, or stereotype, of the profession of butler.
Soon, Connor came to the study. After Hughes signaled him to lock the door, he started chatting with his butler.
"Pollution from the seabed?" Connor thought carefully and then shook his head. "I haven't heard of anything like this. Are you in any trouble?"
"Indeed." Hughes nodded. He decided to tell Connor about the Banshee.
It was fine before in the Abyss, but now that they have come here, there are many things that need the assistance of Connor, the butler.
Moreover, Connor has been his butler since he was a child and is one of the few people he can trust. Alexei wants to help him manage the territory, so it is appropriate for Connor to assist in the matter of the Banshee.
Zeus roughly told Connor the origin of the Banshee, hiding some details, which made the usually steady old butler open his eyes wide. He staggered a few steps, sat on the armchair opposite Zeus, and took a few deep breaths before calming down a little.
"In other words, you have gained the loyalty of this alien race?"
"Yes, they are so looking forward to it, even though I have already told them that I am not a god." Zeus spread his hands.
"Incredible, incredible." Old Connor took off his monocle and wiped it with a handkerchief while trembling. "I have only heard of this kind of thing in various legends. Aliens. There really are aliens."
"Aren't there similar stories in the church?" Hughes asked curiously. He didn't know much about Connor. He only knew that he had a period of time working outside. He originally wanted to know the details, but he didn't expect that the other party would be more surprised than him.
"No, at least I have never heard of it. I don't know much about the church, and the Candlelight Society has not been very enthusiastic about missionary work in recent years. There are only fragmentary rumors among some sailors that there are aliens, but..."
He shook his head.
"Most of the stories are self-contradictory and full of errors."
Sailor? Hughes did remember that Connor had been a sailor when he was young, but... "Have you never seen a merman in the sea?"
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Connor looked at Hughes deeply, his expression somewhat hesitant.
“It’s not like I haven’t heard of it at all.”
"It is said that there were many alien races in the sea before, but they all gradually disappeared later."
"All disappeared?"
Zeus frowned. Something must have happened in the sea, perhaps it was related to the pollution.
"I'm going to go to the Candlelight Club to ask, what do you think?"
After hearing this, Connor seemed to be hesitant to speak.
"I already tested the church's attitude last time I went there. Sister Chloe doesn't seem to have much prejudice against the topic of alien races. I wanted to try to get her to become our ally, but now it seems that there may not be enough time."
"I plan to invite Ms. Chloe to the manor privately. Our last meeting was quite pleasant, and I hope it will go smoothly this time as well."
"Where is Reverend Keschi?"
"He will respect Sister Chloe's opinion." Connor didn't know that Priest Keschi was not human, and Hughes didn't intend to tell him everything. The matter of the symbiotic contract was of great importance, so he didn't intend to reveal it.
"What if Ms. Chloe is unwilling to cooperate with your idea?" Connor asked with a frown. "You want to seek help, which will reveal a lot of things."
Asking about pollution from the sea would at least let Chloe know that he had some connection to the sea.
This is indeed a big trouble.
"I want to know the Candlelight Society's general attitude towards this kind of thing, or are they the kind of people who meddle in other people's business?" Hughes stared at the old butler and spoke.
Meddlesome? Candlelight Club?
"No, they hardly ever interfere in worldly affairs. You can rest assured about that. They are surprisingly tight-lipped. But that's also their shortcoming. They rarely respond to requests for help from the lord."
"You mean, they'll refuse to help me detect contamination?"
"They will solve the problem in their own way." Connor paused and said, "I once heard from the Duke that there is a type of people in the Candlelight Society called 'Investigators'. They will take the initiative to go out and look for all kinds of strange things and investigate the truth."
"But what they found out will not be made public. This is the style of the Candlelight Society. When the lords encounter problems that cannot be solved, they ask for help from the Candlelight Society and wait for their investigators to come. Then the problem will always be solved, but..."
“But no one knows what happened in it, right?”
"You are very clever, Master Hughes."
(End of this chapter)