Asina didn’t know what had co over her, maybe it was the recent discussion about healing that had led her here, subconsciously or not.
Regardless of Asina’s exceptional qualities, she was a woman.
And one of the things won detest most is when a man compares them to other won, only to conclude that they are sohow lesser.
Especially when it’s Silf, a longstanding teammate.
Asina was of course aware that Silf was beautiful and sexy with her attractive figure and the natural grace of an Elf, so it was normal for n to like her; but she didn’t think she was in any way inferior to Silf.
Now, to have to learn from Silf was sowhat unacceptable to Asina.
Of course, Asina completely forgot that she had also once compared Qin Chu and Jie Luo in her heart.
This despicable guy, couldn’t he be a little too greedy?
Asina glared fiercely at Qin Chu and then saw him raise the Stone Plate in his hand.
On this Stone Plate, apart from a handful of flattery that could rival the complints to Star God’s disciple, it also recorded many other interesting things.
All of a sudden, Asina froze; it took her several seconds to process, "Learn this?"
Qin Chu was also sowhat puzzled, "Of course, what did you think I was asking you to learn?"
At that mont, Asina wished she could dig a hole and bury herself... Oh God, what on earth was she thinking?
Since when did her thoughts beco so terrible?
No, that was definitely not her problem... The original her was very normal, it was all... all because of Qin Chu, yes, it was because of him that she had beco this way.
Asina pushed all the bla onto Qin Chu in her mind.
Faced with Qin Chu’s question, Asina’s gaze flickered sowhat: "I, cough cough, I thought you wanted to learn... how to treat the erosion by the Evil God."
"The treatnt of the Evil God’s erosion has to be done by personally, how were you going to treat it?"
Asina’s cheeks were burning; she tried not to recall the embarrassing thoughts she’d had and steadied her mind to change the subject, "This Stone Plate, isn’t it quite weird? To study the knowledge on this Stone Plate, what if..."
"Altars and Divine Statues have been established in your soul; compared to those re Stone Plates, it’s nothing significant."
"Moreover, you seem to have grasped so of the Plague and Calamity God’s power... uh, I’m referring to that toad."
"What’s recorded here involves a similar power; if you learn it, it should substantially increase your strength."
There were precisely two special spells recorded on the Stone Plate.
One was Plague Magic: Black Death.
The other was Calamity Magic: Curse of Misfortune!
Black Death, also known as the bubonic plague, could be transmitted through rodents like rats and was contagion with a terrifying fatality rate; it had once ravaged Europe for a ti, causing tens of millions of deaths.
As for the Curse of Misfortune, it was purely a spell that caused misfortune to cling to a person; if hit by this magic, you’d be unlucky enough to choke even on cold water, or even possibly choke to death directly.
Asina had no desire to dabble in the powers of the Evil God, but she trusted that Qin Chu certainly wouldn’t harm her.
Since it was Qin Chu’s request, Asina reluctantly decided to give it a shot and learn.
Once Asina had mastered it, Qin Chu planned to have her find an opportunity to use the Curse of Misfortune on Augustus and Rose Vesper separately to see what effects it would have; it should be quite spectacular.
...
The Holy Court.
The returned Augustus did not rest; he was preparing for his next move.
Suddenly, Augustus felt two strong presences approaching; through the True Eye infiltrated within the Holy Court, he saw Silf and Catherine hurrying to the Holy Daughter’s chamber.
That scene made Augustus smirk slightly.
It was to be expected, even though Rose Vesper had coerced many experts from within the Holy Court through various despicable ans, Jie Luo’s forr teammates were the most important mbers.
He had been wondering why, for such an important plan of Rose Vesper’s, she hadn’t summoned her forr companions; now he could rest easy.
Of course, he still needed to pay careful attention to the situation on Rose Vesper’s side.
He had planted four people on Rose Vesper’s side: Archbishop Kain, Vice Captain Boyle, Bishop Bolut, and Juli, who would bring him accurate intelligence from Rose Vesper.
Augustus had complex feelings for Rose Vesper; on one hand, she was the child of the woman he loved most.
On the other hand, Rose Vesper also carried the dirtiest, most sinister bloodline.
He had wanted to strangle Rose Vesper to death many tis, even when she was still in swaddling clothes; but every ti he saw that little face which bore so resemblance to Philis’s, Augustus couldn’t bring himself to do it, his heart softened each ti.
He had made up his mind over and over again, only to abandon it each ti.
But this ti would be the last.
That dirty and sinister bloodline must not be allowed to continue in this world. Once Rose Vesper’s assassination of the Hero began, it would be her ti to die.
Augustus no longer considered Rose Vesper’s matter; he had more important things to do now.
He prepared so things, opened a hidden door beneath the bed, and revealed a passage leading underground.
The passage plunged deep, extending hundreds of ters downward. Magic Lamps hung on both sides of the walls, flickering with a soft glow.
Before Augustus even reached the deepest part of the underground, he could hear hoarse, crazed howls piercing his ears like the cries of injured beasts, echoing wave after wave.
Intermingled with those were the clattering sounds of chains.
Upon hearing this sound, a look of sorrow uncontrollably surfaced on Augustus’s face.
Finally, Augustus arrived at the bottom. Before him was a small door. As he pushed it open, a girl wearing a pristine Holy Maiden Robe appeared before him.
She was a very beautiful woman, sowhat resembling Rose Vesper.
Even after being imprisoned here for about twenty years, her beauty had not diminished.
Her clothes were clean and crisp, even her smooth long hair was neatly combed and washed. She had a fair little face and large eyes, with a slender and symtrical body.
Perhaps due to a long ti without sunlight, her skin was sickly pale.
If she were quiet, she would certainly be a gentle and charming beauty.
Unfortunately, such a beauty was now howling ceaselessly, wild and crazed, with dribbles of drool continuously falling from the corners of her opened mouth, and her eyes bloodshot with crimson veins.
Those beautiful eyes were filled with a madness akin to a rabid dog.
To prevent self-harm and destruction, tal chains enveloped her slender wrists and ankles, clanking loudly in the midst of the woman’s desperate struggles.
A smile faintly appeared on Augustus’s wrinkled face: "Philis, I’m here."
Indeed, the woman who was imprisoned hundreds of ters deep underground was Rose Vesper’s mother, previously the most outstanding, talented, and capable Holy Daughter of the Holy Court, Luo Sifeili.
Philis had not died. After that night, she went mad and was subsequently carefully hidden away by Augustus.
Man must not stare directly at the divine.
Not even Augustus could directly peer at those seven twisted and weird beings.
Let alone Philis, who was tornted for an entire night.
Philis, whose self-consciousness had nearly been crushed, seed to have beco a wild beast gone mad, attacking any living thing indiscriminately, forcing Augustus to confine her.
Over the years, Augustus had tirelessly attempted to save Philis, desperately researching various healing and restorative magic.
Augustus hoped that Philis could maintain her beautiful appearance forever, so he bathed, dressed, and grood her every day.
He prepared her favorite food every day.
More than twenty years passed like this, almost without interruption.
The woman bound by chains, upon hearing the door open, suddenly raised her head, her bloodshot eyes fixedly staring at Augustus.
The madness and ferocity in her gaze gradually subsided.
Even the frantic struggles of her body and the howling from her mouth began to fade away.
Her eyes, sowhat dull, silently fixated on the approaching Augustus.
Augustus didn’t know whether it was the result of over twenty years of treatnt finally having an effect, or if the years of care had softened Philis’s violent heart. Nevertheless, when Philis saw him, she would briefly calm down.
Sotis, Philis would even seem to understand what he was saying... though it was only a few brief syllables.
In any case, it was a good sign, Augustus believed and hoped. One day, surely, Philis would be able to leave this dark dungeon and live under the sun like a normal girl.
Only...
Looking at the girl in front of him, as beautiful as she was twenty years ago, Augustus smiled bitterly. Philis remained as beautiful as before, while he himself had grown old.
Shaking his head, Augustus walked over and set down the prepared items, so of Philis’s favorite dishes.
Then he waved his hand, unlocking those chains embellished with Magic Restrictions. Accompanied by a series of clicks, the tal chains fell to the ground, and Philis was finally released.
She glanced at Augustus, then at the food on the ground.
The next second, Philis pounced, her fair and slender fingers seizing the food from the plates, stuffing it into her mouth in big bites.
The sight filled Augustus’s heart with a wrenching sorrow.
A girl who had once been so elegant had now been reduced to this state.
Philis, devouring her al, seed to notice Augustus’s expression. Tilting her head with a puzzled look, she simply stared blankly for several seconds before suddenly raising her dirty fingers to gently touch Augustus’s deeply lined old face: "You... what’s wrong?"
Her other hand, holding the food, slowly lifted: "For you..."
"Eat!"
In that mont, Augustus was stunned.
Tears, beyond his control, rolled down his furrowed face.
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