When the plot-skips players into the game world Chapter 894: 268: Professor Laximi and the Blood Coral

Chapter 894: Chapter 268: Professor Laximi and the Blood Coral

The sweet scent drifting in the air gradually dispersed.

That was a fragrance that would make Paul think of litchis, burning pine resin, and warm rose wine.

As he slowly woke from that enchanting state, he only felt an unusual, feverish heat all over his body, as if he had a fever… In contrast, his body was so weak, and yet his mind was so clear.

His first reaction was to roll up his sleeve and look at his forearm.

The kiss mark that had lingered there for many years had now vanished without a trace.

—This signified that the beguiling curse that had haunted his body like a nightmare had now disappeared.

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He was not an escaped Blood Slave… in fact, he was still under his master’s control.

And for this reason, his Charm Curse had been actively suppressed—this was indeed his master’s thod.

The young lady sat quietly curled up in a corner of the sofa, sucking on a fruit liquor with not a low alcohol content.

The red in the depths of her pupils shone even more clearly, thereby appearing even more irresistible.

Yet, despite clearly being tipsy… the strange, Succubus-like, irresistible allure emanating from her had instead faded away.

“Have you cald down?”

The young lady spoke with a lazy voice akin to that of a cat, casting a slightly inebriated gaze toward him from afar.

Paul was sowhat puzzled: “Aren’t you… going to drink my blood?”

Even having seen many Sons of the Moon, he couldn’t help but entertain an almost non-existent possibility—perhaps this Son of the Moon was a good person?

However, her next words imdiately shattered his hopes.

“What, so eager to have drink your blood?”

She scoffed with a mad boast: “Sorry, I’m quite picky about the aesthetics of my food. It has to be at least of the Eternal Saintess’s level—or perhaps His Holiness would do.”

Of course, no one would believe that when she referred to “the Eternal Saintess or the Eternal Pope’s level,” she was really speaking of those two personalities.

In other words, she was saying he was ugly…

Paul first felt a bit stunned—after all, his master had been quite fond of him. When he was seven or eight years old, he would even be proudly shown off to guests by his master. Back then, he often fell into a state of anemia, so his master would prepare many rich and nutritious foods for him.

But imdiately after, Paul felt a sense of relief and enlightennt, as well as a fleeting and faint regret.

This is the Son of the Moon I’m familiar with.

Indeed, there could be no good person among the Sons of the Moon…

Just at that mont, the light words of the young lady with long black hair caught him off guard—

“While under the state of Charm, you should obey without question… but out of respect for your personhood, I’ve decided to wait until you’ve regained your clarity before questioning you.”

She spoke earnestly: “Better tell everything truthfully, don’t waste everyone’s ti. You’ve experienced my Charm Abilities, so don’t hope that you can resist that feeling.”

—Respect for personhood?

For an instant, Paul thought he had heard wrong.

But looking at her serious expression, he felt she didn’t seem to be lying. Moreover, she had truly controlled the two of them already… if she wanted to ask sothing, she didn’t need to wait on the side until they were completely out of control to ask. The ti spent waiting was enough for her to throw them out the window after getting the information.

… Could she possibly be a rare Constant Self Sect Son of the Moon?

Paul speculated in his heart. He glanced subconsciously at Dimitri, who had just co to his senses and was catching his breath while holding his forehead, and asked softly, “Are you alright?”

“I told you she’s a good person—”

Dimitri’s first words upon regaining consciousness made Paul involuntarily cover his forehead with his hand.

… But that’s alright. Since they couldn’t resist her anyway, appearing even more foolish might actually give them a chance to survive.

Unlike Dimitri, Paul’s insights even surpassed those of many nobles.

Because Paul had experienced the “Beguile” lock of a Fourth Level Son of the Moon… he could clearly distinguish that this degree of Charm Abilities was far beyond the Fourth Level.

—Undoubtedly, that was the power of the Fifth Power Level.

This ant that even if she was not a Fifth Power Level powerhouse… she was at the very least closely associated with one. Regardless of the specific answer, she was not soone a holess stray dog like him could contend with.

“Your will.”

Paul placed his right hand over his heart, stepped back lightly with his left foot, and slightly bowed: “I will answer all that I know, Miss.”

He perford an Empire salute that was quite popular among the Sons of the Moon to the young lady whose full na he still didn’t know.

Indeed, her attitude seed to have improved a bit.

“You may call Miss Crowley.”

Aleister provided a tily self-introduction, confirming the bits of information Paul had overheard.

Then, “Miss Crowley” went straight to the point and asked: “That chronic poison capable of converting living beings into Undead… what is it? Both of you speak up and complent each other’s answers.”

“It’s a Magic Potion from the Path of Dusk, invented by Professor Laximi!”

Dimitri answered hurriedly: “But I rember it was banned…”

“—It’s called ‘Noose.'”

Paul provided a more precise definition: “It wasn’t destroyed because the Navy Departnt believes it may have military value.”

“… What?”

Dimitri was stunned for a mont, looking at Paul with so disbelief: “You didn’t tell that!”

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