When the plot-skips players into the game world Chapter 92: Chapter 60 Reliable Siblings

Aiwass hesitated for a mont, then subconsciously reached out to touch the red powder left on Yulia's forehead.

He felt a scorching sensation at his fingertips—it was like touching hot water just poured into a glass through the glass, making his fingers unconsciously feel a burning pain.

The sweat Yulia had exuded was now transford into the Fla Spirit secreted by the "Defiant Fla Butterfly" inside her!

Suddenly, Aiwass recalled that the day after the first warehouse combustion incident... which was the day Senior Hayna visited his ho, Yulia had only just woken up in the late afternoon, looking extraordinarily weak.

And just now... even though it was only a warehouse combustion incident, Edward had abandoned the idea of taking Aiwass ho and instead sent Sherlock away and dealt with the matter alone. When he returned, he was even earlier than Sherlock.

Aiwass imdiately realized who the "culprit" behind the two warehouse combustion incidents was—

This was never about a Demon Scholar trying to summon a demon.

It was because the "Defiant Fla Butterfly" inside Yulia had gone out of control!

The flas inside her body leaked uncontrollably, leading to the two warehouse combustion incidents... and the Fla Spirit collected in the warehouse was not synthetic by Alchemists, but the residue left behind by the activities of the "Defiant Fla Butterfly"!

"...All right, fused back together."

Edward, a bit weary, let out a sigh of relief, "The rest is up to you, Aiwass. I'll take a short break and explain later... You go ahead and treat your sister."

No sooner had he spoken than the invisible chains around Yulia dissolved. The scorching girl fell into Aiwass's arms, unexpectedly feeling the weight of the unconscious girl.

The cracks that covered Yulia's skin no longer glowed red nor spat terrifying flas and heat, but they hadn't fully healed yet. It looked as though her body was covered with fresh cuts all over, slowly oozing blood.

And Edward's lips had dried out from the heat—he sat down and imdiately poured himself a full glass of water. After gulping it down, he imdiately poured a second one.

After drinking the second glass, he closed his eyes and lay back on the couch. His whole body sprawled out, visibly weakened.

Aiwass was all too familiar with this. It was clearly a sign of near-exhausted mana.

He recognized that the spell used to seal Yulia was not the Law Magic that Legal Mages studied—because there was no mark of Avalon on it.

This kind of transparent shackles resembled more the Soul Shackles of Parthian Ancient Country.

They were used to capture slaves or carry out sacrifices, capable of directly binding the soul, thus temporarily sealing the practices to the Mana Pool. Edward had forcibly stuffed the soon-to-hatch Defiant Fla Butterfly back in by releasing this spell with all his might.

Was this a spell he mastered at Milton University... or was it taught to him by his foster father?

Puzzlent rose in Aiwass's mind, but he had no ti to ask questions.

Yulia had only been spared the fatal fate of the Phantom Demon bursting forth from her abdon, but the high fever and heat on her body still needed to be dealt with.

"Get a clean towel, and wet it with water."

Aiwass, holding the wheelchair, slid over to beside the bed and said to Oswald in a rush, "Warm water would be best."

"Okay, coming right up."

Oswald nodded and went to do it, while Aiwass frowned deeply.

He removed Yulia's burnt and tattered nightgown and stuffed her lower body into the blanket first. He held Yulia's upper body in his arms, allowing her head to rest on his lap, keeping her lying on the bed face-up in a supine position.

He extended his left hand, pressed it steadily against Yulia's heart from above, and closed his eyes to envision his hand radiating with Light.

A brilliant glow emanated from Aiwass's palm, swiftly burning away and warding off the pain inside Yulia's body.

Yulia visibly beca much calr, her scorched red cheeks quickly fading in color, and the murmuring whispers from her mouth also settled down. But Aiwass's frown grew even deeper—

Feeling that his palm was drenched with sweat, his expression grew serious.

As his healing continued, Aiwass could distinctly feel an agitated and wild heat flowing non-stop into his body through his palm. It was like eating a very spicy dried chili, then getting choked by coughing, causing the entire esophagus to beco burning hot. You could feel the presence of a tubular organ beco clear in your senses.

At this mont, this "spicy hot" sensation appeared on Aiwass's left palm, and it moved quickly towards his heart, forcibly carving out a scorching hot channel right through the middle of his left arm.

Aiwass didn't know what was happening, but he instinctively sensed danger.

Before the heat reached his heart, he released his hand.

By now, Yulia's breathing had beco smooth. The searing heat on her skin had largely dissipated, and the bleeding wounds had started to heal again.

But the heat did not subside imdiately and instead lingered in Aiwass's left arm.

It brought an unmistakable throbbing pain, similar to the swelling one feels with an inflad gum. His left arm even appeared a bit redder than his right one, with both arms having different temperatures.

He knit his brows and didn't imdiately attend to his left arm, but first tucked Yulia back under the blankets to preserve her body heat, allowing her to rest a bit.