Chapter 40: Beauty Benefits
Celilda closed the door. She was still dressed in black, but the patterns on the details seemed different, and she and her lover Luo Bo were wearing matching outfits.
There was an unstoppable fatigue between her brows and she pointed to the table and chairs, "Sit here."
"I've been waiting for you to find me. I think His Majesty needs you very much. I guess we can only meet again after I go back. Why are you here..."
The woman looked inquiring and observed the young man's words and actions.
Tu Xing followed her instructions and sat down, folded his hands on the table, and said seriously:
"I wanted to find out what this thread was. Jamila said you and His Majesty were out, so I went out to look for it."
"The wound is healing very quickly. I feel it's amazing. Will it help me learn magic?"
“I’ve heard many people say that you can’t learn just by wanting to.”
At the last sentence, a haughty and smug expression appeared on Celilda's face. "Of course."
"If everyone has talent, why am I the only one who has mastered it? And talent alone is not enough, you also need methods and medicinal materials."
"Yes." Tu Xing agreed, "This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. I will study with a serious attitude."
Celilda looked the young man up and down, then went to the drawer and took out a cloth bag and a white bowl, and placed them on the table.
"Put your wrist on it. You need to let some blood out."
Hearing this, Tu Xing's eyelids twitched, "How much blood do you want?"
"About three or four drops." The woman's tone was clearly uncertain.
After hesitating for a moment, the young man raised his left hand and placed it on the cloth bag, as if taking a patient's pulse.
When the other party took out a very thin silver needle, I breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that it should really be just a few drops.
The needle tip pierced the tip of the index finger, and blood gushed out in a bright color.
The water droplets rolled into the clean white dishes and gathered into a pool.
After about four or five drops, the wound on the fingertip healed on its own.
Meanwhile, Celilda took out a few things and placed them on the table.
Tu Xing looked closely and found that she took out the entire drawer and placed it on her legs, taking out and arranging the items one by one.
There are six items in total, five of which are bottles and jars, all half the size of a fist, looking mini and exquisite, and the last one is paper.
The woman picked up the paper and apparently followed the instructions written on it, opening the can and pouring the powder into a white dish.
After eating five dishes in a row, she picked up the spoon in the bowl and stirred it, then looked the young man in the face.
"After drinking it, the power of the demon will flow in the blood. The Sultan's blood failed for unknown reasons before."
"Besides, he was extremely uncooperative. He only tried once in such a long time."
Tu Xing blinked. He thought that in private, the Sultan obeyed Celilda's orders, but it turned out not to be the case?
He tried to say, "Your Majesty is supreme and often takes blood... Indeed..."
Celilda frowned. "That's probably the reason. He couldn't actually control it, he just could withstand it. I guess that's why he couldn't succeed, so he didn't try again."
"There is no better container in the world, except you."
"There have been thousands, if not tens of thousands, of people sent to his chambers, and this has never happened before. What happened that day?"
Tu Xing lowered his eyes and shook his head: "Except for His Majesty pressing on the dagger, nothing else special happened. Why not try this?"
The other party acted like one of their own, so he adopted the same attitude, being extremely natural and sincere.
Celilda was silent for a long time, her eyes flashing with thought, and she put down the bowl in her hand.
"Anyone who attacks the Sultan will be torn apart by the power of the curse. Even if it's just a thought, the more profound and specific the thought, the greater the power."
"Unless he does it to himself, but no one can persuade him to do that."
Tu Xing fell into deep thought. As for his thoughts, he shot the arrow before because he had actual actions, and he also had the same thoughts when he tried the dagger, but it seemed that nothing happened?
I hid this insignificant doubt deep in my heart, and decided not to kill anyone from now on.
From what she said, the strangulation is the power of the devil, not the black magic she cast?
But according to the rumors I heard before, attacking Celilda would cause a heart attack and death.
This seems inappropriate to ask now.
Returning to the topic, he asked, "You asked me to come in. Besides making potions that grant others magical powers, is there any magic I can learn?"
The drops of blood from my side are just right for making some requests.
The impatience that flashed across Celilda's face quickly turned into a thoughtful expression.
"There is a book that you can study first. If you can get started, it means that you have inherited the power well."
Tu Xing raised his eyebrows with interest, his eyes full of anticipation: "Okay, thank you very much."
The woman stood up, put the drawer in her hand back to its original place, then pulled out the drawer next to it, glanced around, took out a book in her hand, and walked back.
She gently placed it on the table, looked at the surface of the book as if to confirm it again, then opened it, roughly browsed the whole book, and finally pushed it forward.
"Take it, but return it to me within a month. If you exceed that deadline, it means you won't be able to learn it no matter how hard you try. I advise you to change your career path as soon as possible, otherwise you'll be wasting your time."
Tu Xing repeated curiously: "Change direction?"
"Yes." Celilda said, "There are many people in all walks of life, such as guards, ministers, etc., who don't have magic. You are still young, why are you so stubborn here?"
At this moment, there was a knock on the door. Celilda turned around and said, "Come in."
The visitor was a young woman, dressed like a maid. She was carrying a large tray with a teapot and four or five teacups on it.
It was obviously Xue Rui who was called by the woman to pour tea. She placed the things on the table, poured two cups in turn, and then silently retreated to the inner wall next to the door.
Celilda: "Have a drink of water. You can look here first. If you don't understand, ask me."
Hearing this, Tu Xing smiled gratefully at her and lowered his head to read the book. Although the paper was old, the handwriting was clear and had a special fragrance of branches and leaves.
Celilda picked up the bowl of potion she had just made and craned her neck to the side. "Xue Rui, come here and try the potion."
Tu Xing's eyes moved, and he observed the movement over there with his peripheral vision.
The maid came closer, looking hesitant. "Sir, why do you want me to try it? What kind of potion is this? You have a slave who specializes in testing potions."
Celilda waved her hand. "Why would I bring them along? They're a burden."
"Beauty and skin care, haven't you always wanted a potion with this effect? Although that one is gone, here's one with similar effects."
"I thought of you as soon as I made it. Is that good enough for you?"
Xue Rui looked at the young man with an inquiring look, her eyes full of panic.
Celilda also looked at the young man. "You have any old injuries, right? They've all healed to their original state, without a single scar. It really has the effect of nourishing the skin."
Hearing this, Tu Xing nodded, "The scars have indeed fully recovered."
After saying this, he hesitated slightly. "Beauty and skin care" refers to Amina's blue potion, right?
Celilda turned her gaze back to the maid and urged, "Drink it! It's worth a thousand gold. I didn't let anyone else come. I thought of you first. I'm very kind to you."
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