"There are alchemy potions inside." Drow said silently, "The Vampire's Cleaning Cauldron."

Why did these bloodborne people send the potion here? Roma didn't understand it at first, but when she plucked up the courage to look at the bottom of the pool, the puzzle was solved.

A large area of ​​plants grew at the bottom of the water, and their leaves were rendered so that they could not see their original color. But Roma could still identify the golden pattern on it. She stroked the thing with her own hands, and the magic contained in it was a fatal attraction to the fire.

Bloodborne is using potions to cultivate Sovero. But this is not right. Soren said that the clean pot is the most suitable potion for the blood clan, and there is no need for these vampires to look far and far. Could it be that they plan to sell these things?

"What is that?" Zhuoer looked like he had never seen the world before.

"Sovero Tobacco Leaf. Its extract is the one that created the undead disaster in Four Leaf City."

The night elves retreated in disgust, fearing that they would breathe a little water vapor. It was too late, and Roma gloated and watched his futile efforts. The pipes were full of smoke. Unless he kept holding his breath until now, the clean pot had been circulating in his internal organs several times. Suddenly, she remembered that she had been staying for a longer time, and a sour feeling came out of her stomach.

Dalton also gave up breathing: "It is said that the blood clans made money by selling this kind of thing, but I can't see that they have prepared for the war. The Alliance warships directly tore the defense line, and Drablai was unable to respond effectively at all... and the number of warships was far from enough. Do you know? The Alliance's vanguards only had three alchemy warships, and they could fight against the enemies of almost the entire left wing in fire!"

Maybe the blood clan didn't spend the money on the warship. Roma remembered the stack of bills he found in the charity tutoring. They used them to stockpile rations.

But now few people will do business with vampires, at least not too many before the outcome of the Gulf War is a foregone conclusion. Besides, this is the center of the secret utensils... Sovero potions should be used to cultivate magic plants, but the blood descendants kept adding clean pots to it. The fishtail island where Ingrid buried his mother was also planted with this kind of tobacco leaves. What is the difference between them? She was determined to understand.

But Dalton had a different opinion: "Aren't you here to find a secret ritual? Is this pool of Pure Cauldron a secret ritual? Or is it just here to peep at the devil woman for bathing?"

I'm afraid only Ronald will have this mood, Roma thought. "It's not the time." Sauron told her that the secret of pain requires extremely painful souls to contact, but this kind of contact is also very dangerous.

"In the worst case, you will disappear directly" the ring warning, "It means literally. You have changed your form, the fire burns everything at the material level, and you only have the soul to stay and will be imprisoned in the core of the secret utterance forever. This is sublimation."

"sublimation?"

"From a living mysterious creature, a gust of wind, a wisp of smoke, losing its material form. But at the same time, your fire absorbs pain burns more violently, and the mystery is raised to an unprecedented level... You can become part of the law."

"What's the difference between this and death?"

"The difference is that you still have consciousness and memory, and your soul is intact"

Roma shivered. If I lost everything on the material level and could only let the fire stay in this mysterious place full of pain forever, I might not be able to adapt. "How can Drablai use the secret of pain?"

"I don't know," Sauron wrote, "The most common method is to limit its development. Because the mystery is the highest at the beginning when it is formed. When the time of existence gradually extends, the mystery affects the surroundings and the magic of order is more dense... But the mystery is abnormally reduced all the way. In the end, the mystery will disappear due to the complete calming of the mystery. This is an extremely long process. Roma, to apply your understanding of the mysterious ritual, that is, the host is still supplying magic power, but the fire on the side of the receiving ceremony has been extinguished."

The little lion remembered the two heads in the Forest Temple of the Treeman. They had reminded me of the failure of the Tinder Ritual, but they would not die directly.

“So the method of using the pain secret is…?”

"Touch the pain and then escape from it. Of course, there are deteriorating versions. You can directly use these accumulated magic powers to gradually improve your mystery. However, even the laws are weak in this ghost place, so it is difficult for you to sense magic power."

"Drablai didn't use these two methods," Roma asked, "what does he want to do?"

The ring seemed a little hesitant. "You will enter the Fate Assembly in the future anyway." It convinced itself. "There is another way, but the tower is still in the trial stage. The observation deck is not a mystery of pain, but they have similar qualities... Well, I will only say it once, and you will forget it after listening."

"No problem." Little Lion promised, "I will definitely not leak the secret of the tower." But she might share it with Sabina. "Tell me quickly."

"You can't reveal it." The ring saw through her, "When I return to the commander, he will report the situation to the Prophet, and then--you will remember nothing."

“This is not fair!”

"Too taking care of you" The ring dispelled her anger, "If it is handed over to the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, the commander will not know how to astrology, but he has his own method." It wrote maliciously, "The effect will definitely not be bad, but the accuracy is a problem."

If only Sauron could answer me. Roma touched the runes on the ring, and she didn't know how long it would be before. Although the Yeyu ring, the commander of the adults, was a partner, or a knowledgeable one. It told her that the secret arts were related to the mystery of the fire, Roma realized that Delabrey might want to become a saint with the help of the painful arts of the Graywing Bird Island.

"That devil woman is gone." Dalton reminded her.

Only then did Roma realize that the previous sound was the sound of the other party leaving the pool. Now there was no one in the pool of the Pure Cauldron, only the blood-born alchemist stood on the shore and kept throwing the bright red Pure Cauldron into it. "She also hid it." Go away completely or avoid it temporarily? The little lion suddenly realized that the demon woman didn't want to be discovered by the blood clan. Could it be that the demon and the blood clan were not truly aligned? Or was this just a personal behavior?

Roma is not surprised. The nameless person is unlikely to form an alliance with the Order creature. She may be the demon hidden in the blood clan or the dark wizard. She took advantage of Drablai's departure from the core of the secret garrison and ran here to devour the potion. Anyway, it is impossible to be a helper. "Did you say she mentioned the Knight's Bay and the White Envoy?"

"I won't lie to you." Dowel always pays attention to some minor details.

Then she is the enemy, Roma concluded that the White Messenger was a demon hunter. Even if the demon didn't provoke him, he would track the demons in turn. And Uriel, he and Aconi were both clerical knights. According to her experience in the monastery, the priest Gaia would even burn the demon babies alive. Roma knew that he could not even take the blood, let alone the baby. But this demon who dared to come to the core of the secret utterance and even swims in the clean pot must be a ruthless character. She had no psychological burden at all, and the problem was whether she could beat it.

The little lion caught a glimpse of the night elves' curse sword in front of him, and the amethyst on the handle was deep and dark, as if it was not affected much.

"What do you want to do?" It was difficult for Dalton to notice her gaze.

"How much can your curse be?"

The night elf frowned and identified her mouth shape, as if thinking about her motivation for asking this question. "The demon is not a blood clan, I can't determine her mysteriousness. Moreover, before I came down, I couldn't feel the vitality of the Pure Cauldron Pond, and the magic power on the island was not right... A rash attack was not a good choice." He silently pushed the curse sword aside.

Not an unexpected answer. "Where is the poison?"

Zhuoer was silent for a moment, and suddenly pulled out his sword lightly. Widths of red smoke filled the amethyst and quickly merged into the pink smoke of the secret utensil. He stroked the curse sword, pierced his fingers with the tip, and then immersed the blood-stained sword into the "pool water". "Both are indispensable," he replied, "The curse may be erased by the gap in mystery, but the toxins will not."

Will it succeed? Roma's heart is pounding. Her original intention is to find the core of the secret utensil, and the result is that the Pond of the Pure Cauldron and the Demon... No matter what, this can delay some time.

"Drablai will be back soon."

Zoer's reminder was a waste of time. "I just wanted to destroy this disgusting quagmire." Roma said, "And the core of the secret utensil is here." The opportunity is not to be missed, the little lion closed his eyes.

"She's gone." Dalton shook her shoulders gently, and Roma opened her eyes and stared at him. "You said you wanted to use pain to contact the secret instrument, but what should you do? There is a difference between contact and destruction." He pointed to Soren, "Only it knows the answer. The bloodborne will leave soon, and the demon might notice the toxins and then realize that there is someone by the pool."

"Of course she will notice us." Roma was so angry that she was furious. "Or what would you do? Are you afraid of death?"

"We should be afraid."

He seemed to see through her thoughts. Roma couldn't help but tremble. This feeling was completely different from when facing Uriel, or rather, he didn't see through, but understood.

"You are too young," said Dower. "You should not bear this kind of thing. Do you know what pain is? It's not exhaustion or a wound or two, it's not melancholy and irrelevant quarrel, Miss Roma, the pain here is despair."

"I don't know." She retorted, "Then you know?"

"I have nothing but the promise to take you back to Knights Bay." The night elf told her, "I have lived a long life and it has not been smooth sailing. Since you have seen me on the wanted order, you shouldn't doubt this."

I know your past, Roma thought to himself, you betrayed the Earl of the Bay, killed Ingrid and provoked the Gulf War. Your hatred with the blood clan is indelible. However, these are not the reasons for her to give up. "The saddest thing I experienced before I came to land was that Ronald refused to take me to see my mother." She said silently, "Later I realized that these are just troubles, small shortcomings in a happy life, not pain." Compared with the blood descendants who were struggling to survive, Aiken and Manet, and even Uriel, I was just a happy idiot.

"Do you understand now?" Dalton asked. "You are an apprentice from the Tower, young and innocent, you don't understand the real suffering. You have never empathized with them."

It's true. "I can never feel their despair." Roma said, "So it's not that difficult for me to hold hope. I'll find the core of the secret, and go back to this world I don't understand. I'll come back."
Chapter completed!