As a race that inherited the blood of hell, tieflings are naturally resistant to fire.

In addition, some tieflings gain innate spellcasting abilities when they reach 3rd level.

This racial trait, known as Hell's Legacy, manifests itself differently depending on the tiefling's physique.

Most tieflings awaken a spell called [Infernal Shout] at level 3.

Hope's situation is rather special. He must have inherited the characteristics of [Hellfire] and gained the ability to release [Burning Hands].

In addition, some tieflings will awaken the spell ability to charm humans at level 3, and some will grow bat-like wings under their shoulder blades and gain the ability to fly.

"I, I don't know, I'm so hot right now!"

After Hope said this, Carl felt the heat of her body.

Carl reached out and touched Hope's forehead, and he let out a hiss, feeling as if he had touched a teapot that had just been filled with boiling water.

Seeing that Hope's eyes were already wide open, Carl didn't dare to delay. He just picked up Hope and ran towards the cabin.

After putting Hope into the wooden bathtub that had just been taken out yesterday, Carl took out the alchemy pot and changed the type of liquid, which had not been changed today, to wine.

“Hua La~Gu Dong~Gu Dong~”

Carl poured nearly 4 liters of wine on Hope, and the strong smell of alcohol instantly spread in the cabin.

As we all know, the evaporation of alcohol takes away heat.

If Hope's fever was caused by a cold, he would not dare to do this, but her body temperature has risen because of the awakening of her tiefling bloodline and the influence of the fire element, so it is safer for Carl to do this.

Four liters of liquid was not a lot, so Carl had to repeatedly scoop up the remaining wine from the bottom of the basin and sprinkle it on Hope.

This cooling effect is good, but it is obviously not enough.

Carl looked around the room, looked at the four wooden barrels, gritted his teeth, and ran over to move them.

He made the wooden barrel two days ago for the purpose of storing the liquid produced in the alchemy pot. He wanted to accumulate more in the next two days because it would be needed for firing bricks and quenching. Unexpectedly, an accident happened on Hope's side.

Opening the bucket filled with salt water, Carl put on his power armor, held it and walked to the bathtub.

There were nearly 100 liters of brine in the wooden barrel, which Carl had saved for two days.

So much liquid was poured in that the bathtub was filled up immediately.

However, because of the buoyancy of the salt water, Hope actually floated up.

Helplessly, Carl had to take off his power armor and press Hope's body into the water with his hands, leaving only his head outside to breathe.

The liquid in the bathtub heated up quickly, and soon Carl felt it was a little hot.

"Ka, Karl~"

Just when Carl was about to pull his hand out of the bathtub slowly, Hope in the bathtub opened his eyes and called Carl's name in a weak voice.

To be honest, Carl now has some doubts as to whether Hope's high-intensity training during this period has been transformed into charming attributes due to her bloodline.

If it were a few days ago, Carl would have found it hard to imagine that Hope would actually call out his name in such a coquettish tone.

But what else could he say now?

His companion who had shared life and death with him was calling his name in pain. He could only hold his hand and say in a steady voice, "I'm here!"

People who are sick lack a sense of security the most. Carl had heard this from some popular science video.

"I, I feel so uncomfortable, my body is so hot!"

But this obviously doesn't work.

"It's okay. This is a normal phenomenon of your blood awakening. Many tieflings go through similar things during puberty. At least you are not growing wings. I heard that it takes two months to develop."

Carl slapped a liquid mixed with wine and salt water on Hope's face, and while encouraging her, he gave her some knowledge about tieflings.

But Hope turned a deaf ear to what Karl said. She stared at Karl with her eyes wide open, until Karl felt uneasy. Then she said slowly and delicately, "I want to sleep in separate rooms because I..."

As if trying to explain why he was in a hurry to sleep in separate rooms, Hope actually lifted her chest with his hands.

"I know, I know. You've grown so fast recently. It's not convenient for the two of us to live in the same room."

After pressing the other person's hand back, Carl wiped the sweat from his forehead and suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart.

"The heat this guy is talking about, could it be that it's not just the effect of the awakening of her bloodline? Could it be that she's... drunk!"

It's no wonder Carl thought so. Hope's speech was two beats slower and his eyes were wide open, which was consistent with being drunk.

It’s a pity that her skin color makes it impossible to tell whether she is blushing or not, otherwise Karl would be able to make a conclusion as soon as possible.

As he was thinking to himself, Hope suddenly stood up from the bathtub.

“I…I…”

His body kept swaying from side to side. Hope stood there saying "I" for a long time without saying anything further.

He touched Hope's forehead again. Although it was still a little hot, Carl felt that this should be the normal body temperature after the awakening of the Tiefling bloodline.

After taking the other person out of the bathtub, Carl sighed and took him back to the right wing to take care of him.

…

On the outskirts of the mushroom forest, the goblin Mind Flayer, who was leading a dozen brain-eating monsters out hunting, looked in the direction of Carl and Hope, then turned his gaze back to the direction of the goblin tribe.

He was now very hungry and craved the brains of intelligent creatures.

But the beasts in the mushroom forest could not satisfy the appetite of a new mind flayer, so this former earth elf set his sights on the tribe he once belonged to.

As mentioned before, few people can retain their past thinking after the mind flayer has completely transformed.

They are more like new souls that occupy this body after absorbing the memories of the original owner.

The tentacles on its face moved slightly, and the Mind Flayer took a deep breath, as if trying to relieve the dual hunger of mind and body.

After several seconds, he used his psychic energy to continue floating forward.

'Brains! I need brains!'

The powerful intention spread in all directions under the amplification of psychic energy, but the mind flayer did not care whether this behavior would expose his whereabouts.

Because whether it was the memory of the hobgoblin or the memory left by his "mother", he felt that there were no other intelligent creatures in this forest.

However, neither of these two memories mentioned why there were no other intelligent creatures in this forest.

The Goblin tribe might have lost their inheritance, but the one who was the mother of the Mind Flayer built the base here but didn't explain the reason...

I don’t know about that.

(End of this chapter)