Chapter 1107: Chapter 1107: Blood Brew of the Snow Mountain
Both books are written in the script of this era and are quite well-preserved. They are “The Secrets of Aether: One to Thirteen” and “Collection of Sages”.
A quick glance showed that the forr discusses the fundantal operation and usage rules of Aether, which is referred to as “Spirit” in the Sixth Era, sowhat similar to “Aether chanics” that Dr. Schneider is preparing for. The latter is not a book related to Witch Power, but a book exploring philosophy, as well as human character and inner spirit.
The ring among the miscellaneous items is not a Supernatural Item, but it looks like so kind of emblem. Of the two notebooks, the newer one contains knowledge written by Miss Chloe, and it seems to be her study notebook. The other one has traces of frequent flipping; upon opening it, it was discovered to be a diary.
“Oh! Ladies’ diaries should not be casually flipped through.”
Shade thought to himself. The diaries of Lecia and Dorothy have only opened about two-thirds of their content for Shade to view, to satisfy his peculiar reading interest.
So Shade first gently apologized to Miss Chloe, whom he was holding, before flipping through the diary.
The diary did not have ti-point markings; all the content was written line by line closely. Shade didn’t have ti to read from the very beginning, so he directly turned to the last written page in the latter part of the diary, which did not contain much content, only six segnts, the first three being:
[The vegetables are about to run out, I hope that gentleman returns soon, or we will be forced to eat snow again.]
[It is really cold, but luckily they didn’t drive
away. Hurry to the summit, I yearn for freedom.]
[I am Chloe, I am Chloe, I am Chloe, I am Chloe, I am Chloe.]
The three segnts are written in the sa font but differ in details. The first segnt has spelling errors, and the letters are sowhat slanted; the letters of the second segnt are much smaller than the other two segnts; the content of the last segnt appears particularly insane, with the written letters being more scrawled, as if the writer had gone mad.
“Her” light laughter was heard in the ears, evidently addressing the content Shade saw. Shade did not comnt on others’ diaries and continued to look down, seeing the last record:
[Please do not leave, please don’t leave
alone, oh, teacher, I am willing to inherit your ideals, please do not, please do not leave
alone again.]
This segnt of text is written in exactly the sa way as the “vegetables” segnt above.
[Please forgive , I am willing to repent. I know I touched the forbidden, I know I made mistakes, I know, I have always known…]
This segnt of text is written in exactly the sa way as the “freedom” segnt above.
[I am Chloe, I am not Chloe, I am Chloe, I am not Chloe, I am Chloe, I am not Chloe.]
This segnt of text is written in exactly the sa way as the “Chloe” segnt above.
“I think I understand what’s going on.”
Shade closed the diary, looking sowhat complexly at the three semi-conscious people.
He first approached the man, straightening him before saying:
“If you do not leave this Snow Mountain, you will never have a way to make ands for your mistakes.”
After pausing and seeing no response, his head still hanging, he added:
“Seeking knowledge is not wrong, but if you cannot control your desire, that is the mistake. Since you have repented in the diary, it shows that you understand what you have done. I think you also do not want your mistakes to forever remain just mistakes, right? No one can go a lifeti without making mistakes, but knowing mistakes, to make ands…”
Before Shade finished, a slight moan escaped from the man’s mouth. This reassured Shade, who then went to prop up Mrs. Marques, who was lying by the campfire:
“You will not be left alone; there will always be others around you. Perhaps you have experienced farewells, but at least this ti you will not.”
After pausing for a mont without a response, he added:
“If you don’t wake up now, I will leave imdiately. Mada, you wouldn’t want to never see
again, would you?”
Mrs. Marques’s eyelids fluttered several tis, and Shade carefully helped her to sit up, then picked up Miss Chloe. The young witch’s lips were pale, her head tilted, looking as if she were a delicate, fragile porcelain.
“You are indeed Chloe. You are Chloe Marcus Marquez.”
Shade pronounced the full na investigated by Mr. Edmund of the Guiding Light Hermitage; the witch wriggled slightly in his arms before slowly opening her eyes.
Initially, there was so bewildernt in her gaze, but then she recognized Shade. Her originally sowhat pale complexion turned red suddenly; she wanted to struggle out of Shade’s arms but was held down by Shade:
“Rest a bit, and we’ll set off shortly. My ti is limited, and so is yours.”
Although this ti Shade forcibly awakened her, she had no next chance.
Unlike Miss Chloe, who was still incredibly weak, Mrs. Marques and the man whose na was unknown regained their mobility almost instantly upon waking up. They also heard Shard’s plan to prepare for departure and began to pack up their scattered belongings, seemingly reluctant to leave these life’s little necessities behind.
Miss Chloe’s ntal state and living condition were quite concerning. Seeing Shard not letting go of her, she blushed and allowed herself to be held by him. While feeling Shard’s body warmth, she softly said:
“I’m so glad to see you as soon as I wake up. I knew you would co back… There’s not much distance left to the summit… Carry
up there, will you?”
“No.”
Shard resolutely responded, and as Miss Chloe pressed her lips together in puzzlent, he continued:
“Climbing this mountain was your own decision, and you must climb it yourself. Having co this far, having reached this point, would you really be willing to give up on your perseverance for temporary warmth?”
He persuaded:
“I can carry you to witness the scenery at the peak. But you are a Witch, Miss Chloe. Witches are always confident, strong, and independent. Yes, I believe you are such a girl. Now tell , how will you climb the final stretch?”
“I will… climb up myself.”
Her lips looked sowhat chapped, and Shard rummaged through his pocket to find the toy water bottle. But upon restoring it to its original form, he found that all the water had turned to ice. His “Toy Making” couldn’t keep things warm forever but shouldn’t have turned the water to ice directly either.
“Mrs. Marques, please boil so hot water, we’ll leave once it’s done… No need.”
He rembered that the flas couldn’t heat the surrounding environnt, much less boil water. As Mrs. Marques wore a puzzled expression, Miss Chloe softly said:
“This is the coldest place in the entire Silver Mountains, no warming processes are allowed here. Ice water will do, I don’t mind these things. Please, trust in the Witch’s skills.”
“We still need to continue climbing, and I wouldn’t want to bring along a girl who could faint from hypothermia at any ti.”
He thought for a mont and extended his wrist to Miss Chloe’s mouth, to which she, pale-faced, looked up at Shard. Just speaking a few words left her short of breath:
“What are you doing?”
“My blood is warm.”
Shard affird, also quite sure that with his body’s resilience, his blood regeneration would be very robust:
“Don’t worry about my health; we will set off right after you drink it.”
“Though my eyes are crimson, do you think I’m a Vampire Kind?”
“No, no, not all Vampires have crimson eyes. I have knowledge about Vampires, plus I have a Vampire friend who told … that’s not important.”
Shard realized this wasn’t the ti for idle talk. He took out a glass cup, then used his fingertip imbued with Moonlight Beam to cut his wrist. Miss Chloe wanted to stop him but was too powerless to do anything but watch Shard’s actions helplessly.
After collecting half a cup of blood, Shard used Satiety Food to treat the ice water, pouring it onto his wrist. The wound almost instantly disappeared, as this Arcane Technique worked very effectively on simple trauma.
“I know you wouldn’t like drinking human blood. I once declined at a God’s banquet myself and dropped the blood into my eyes.”
Shard said, then took out a pendant of a wine bottle from his pocket, restored it, and used his Blood Wine Brewing ability on his blood. Interestingly, he had used this sorcery on other human blood before, but only when using it on his own blood did the spellcasting feel extraordinarily awkward—more so than when using it on fruits, as if his blood weren’t blood at all.
“Your blood carries the warmth of Primal Fire, which grants you resistance to abnormal conditions. So, feeding it to a Witch will likely be very effective.”
“I see.”
Shard understood and poured the ward blood wine from the bottle into the glass cup, carefully bringing the cup to the young Witch’s lips:
“I’ve already shed my blood; surely you wouldn’t want it to go to waste?”
Miss Chloe squinted her eyes and looked up at him from his embrace. Ultimately, she didn’t let Shard feed her but instead reached out with her trembling hand and carefully drank the half-cup of blood brew.
When Shard had placed the cup in front of her, she already slled the enchanting aroma of the wine. Drinking this blood brew now made her feel as if she had never tasted anything so intoxicating in her life.
Not whether in her own large winery, or in the kingdoms of her friends, or even at the Zaras Academy etings and Council’s gatherings where Witches shared their wine, none were as enchanting as this.
“Oh~”
It wasn’t just the unforgettable taste; as this glass of blood wine slid from her mouth into her throat and from her throat into her stomach, she felt a strange warmth spreading throughout her body, enriching her spirit and even her soul, making her feel as if she had returned to her pri state. At the sa ti, an innate desire for more made her instinctively look again at Shard.
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