**Chapter 69: My Sin**
"Antidote."
Felix took out a pale purple potion from the Blue Crystal and tossed it to the staggering middle-aged nun. She had sustained minor injuries; her ankles were scorched by the sticky fluid sprayed by the carrion eater mother bug, and although Felix was unclear about the extent of her injuries, it seemed to affect her walking.
The nun caught the potion Felix threw but didn't use it immediately, instead gazing at him with a puzzled look. To her knowledge, antidotes were mostly green or red, and she had never seen a pale purple one, not to mention the strong elemental fluctuations it contained.
Felix, understanding what the nun was thinking, curled his lips and said coldly, "It's made from diluted dragon blood, the toxicity of which I've already neutralized. Don't worry, it won't kill you."
After the death of the mother bug, the leaderless carrion eaters quickly receded like a tide. Acting purely on instinct, they feared fire and all things related to light, fleeing instinctively until the emergence of another mother bug, leaving their swarm in chaos for a considerable time.
The nun's face was solemn, and she didn't show any annoyance at Felix's words. She opened the bottle and drank the pale purple liquid. The pungent and bitter taste made her frown, and a burning sensation inside her body caused a slight unease. She turned her head and gave Felix a strange look.
Seeing the nun drink the antidote, Felix's face showed a playful expression. He turned his head slightly, not letting the nun see the peculiar look on his face.
He had forgotten to tell the nun that the antidote was for external application. Of course, drinking it was also possible, and the effect would be even stronger, with side effects like invigorating the spirit, restoring physical strength, and replenishing elemental energy.
This 'Purple Crystal Flower' antidote was a complex potion formulated by Felix using diluted dragon blood.
Simply put, applying this 'Purple Crystal Flower' type of antidote externally wasn't a big deal, just making one feel warm. But if ingested, the problem was quite significant. To put it vividly, it was like consuming half a kilogram of aphrodisiac!
Felix could neutralize the toxicity of dragon blood with other potions, but the energy in dragon blood, the aphrodisiac effect that couldn't be explained by elemental theory, Felix had no idea how to mitigate.
Felix didn't know what terrifying things could happen if a woman consumed half a kilogram of Viagra, so he returned to the carriage immediately and listened carefully to the outside sounds.
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However, he soon became disappointed because the nun's voice hadn't changed at all, still as cold as ever. She instructed the female knights to dispose of the mother bug's body and fetch water to wash off the carrion eater's slime from the carriage. If left for a day, the carriages would likely corrode several holes.
"Elemental resistance? Or complete immunity?" Felix frowned. He had personally tested this antidote, and the fiery potency had resulted in Lady Elizabeth taking sick leave for the first time during a council meeting...
The nun quickly instructed everyone and then, without looking back, entered the carriage.
Upon entering the carriage, the middle-aged nun's normally cold face immediately flushed red. She gasped rapidly, crossing her legs and sliding her hand into the slit of her snow-white ceremonial robe. This sensation was familiar to her, yet it had been foreign for many years.
She couldn't be sure whether this was Felix's retaliation or a side effect of the potion. Regardless, it wouldn't change her resolve to teach Felix a lesson he'd never forget.
Her fingers moved back and forth...
The nun withdrew her damp right hand from between her legs, quickly opened a box, and took out a black-covered Bible. Her left hand slid back between her legs under the robe, while her right hand opened the Bible to the first chapter of Genesis and began to recite silently.
"God said, 'Let there be light.' And there was light..."
The nun's recitation sped up, eventually turning into a series of indistinct syllables, like a magician rapidly chanting a spell. However, her last words, tremblingly uttered, were heard clearly by the female knights outside.
"I'm going to kill you!"
...
The nun lay flat in the carriage, her icy face filled with hatred. The flush slowly faded from her cheeks, and she removed her snow-white ceremonial robe, soaked from the waist down to the hem.
After donning a gray cloak, the nun knelt silently. She bowed her head toward the pure silver cross hanging on the carriage wall and confessed, "Merciful Lord, I have sinned..."
The night, the distant 'rustling' sound.
Felix had a restless night, hardly sleeping at all. First, there was the appearance of the carrion eaters, and then the nun drank the 'Purple Crystal Flower' potion. The former had passed, but the latter left him feeling irritable. He now regretted interfering by throwing that antidote.
At eight o'clock in the morning, the Burial Ground of Bones hadn't changed much, except for a slightly less dense fog and a faint light breaking through the grey sky.
Felix tried a "Lighting Spell," noticing the holy light energy gathered a bit faster than at night, but only just.
It seemed the 'Purple Crystal Flower' had a good recovery effect, as the nun was able to walk normally when Felix stepped out of the carriage. However, for some reason, she, who always wore a snow-white ceremonial robe, was now in a dark gray nun's habit.
If Felix remembered correctly, that signified 'I have sinned,' representing repentance, redemption, and revenge!
This discovery made Felix's heart skip a beat, and what unsettled him more was the cold, strangely tinged gaze the nun fixed on him for a long, long time...
At ten o'clock in the morning, the group started venturing deeper into the Burial Ground of Bones.
They left the carriage and other supplies behind, guarded by the youngest female knight. The group carried only essentials and two days' rations.
The sounds in the mist were no longer just 'rustling.' As they went deeper, the rustling faded away, replaced by the increasingly frequent sounds of metal scraping against bone...