I'm really not a Sanctuary Warlock.

“It shouldn’t be too difficult for you,” Vera said, looking at him. “But I still advise you not to underestimate your opponent.”

“The undead born from the pollution of the abyss are different from ordinary undead. They are not afraid of holy light and can only be destroyed by completely destroying their bodies. If that leader has already formed a plague core, then it is not a simple undead leader.”

What is the Plague Core?

“A core formed from the condensation of a large amount of resentment from death and pollution from the abyss.” Vera’s voice was serious. “Once the plague core takes shape, it will continue to spread the plague to the surrounding area, and it will absorb the power of the plague dead to grow continuously. It may only be level 40 or 50 now, but in another week, no one knows what it will become.”

Lynn processed this information.

A growing plague core will only become more dangerous if left unchecked.

Therefore, it must be resolved.

“Thank you for the information.” Lynn straightened up and looked at Vera. “What do you have to say about the origin of this plague?”

Vera put away the map and handed it to Lynn.

"Take this."

Then she went back to the iron pot, picked up the wooden spoon, and stirred it a couple of times.

"The source of this plague is in the royal city."

"On the day the king was assassinated, the power of the abyss surged from beneath the capital city, instantly infecting half of the city."

For some reason, Lynn thought of the Gates of Hell on Nicholas Mountain.

"Is it the same as the gates of hell?"

“Similar,” Vera’s voice turned cold, “but on a much larger scale.”

"The number of people who can do this in the entire Toussaint region can be counted on one hand."

She turned around and looked at Lynn.

"So my advice is... just go to your Holy Song City and don't get too involved in the affairs of the Royal City."

Chapter 108 The Curse of the Scent (Part 2)

Lynn nodded.

The mess in the royal city is not something a level 55 warlock like him can handle.

His goal was to take Anna to Holy Song City and let her live a normal life.

As for the struggle for the throne, the civil war among the nobles, and the conspiracy in the abyss of the Duchy of Toussaint... what does that have to do with Lynn?

“One last question,” Lynn said, looking at Vera. “Do you have any news from Holy Song City? How’s it going there?”

That's what he's most concerned about.

If even Holy Song City falls, then Anna's obsession and his perseverance along the way will all become a joke.

Vera paused for a moment while stirring the iron pot.

She shook her head.

"It's too far, I'm not sure."

“Saint Song City is south of Toussaint, and its connection with the north was not close to begin with. After the outbreak of the plague, the information systems in various places were basically paralyzed. I haven’t received any news from the south for almost two weeks.”

“However,” Vera added, as if she had thought of something, “the city lord of Holy Song City is an old fox. He has been running that city for over a hundred years. He is very shrewd and not someone who will fall easily.”

"Moreover, Holy Song City is a trading city, and all forces need it to transfer goods. No one should be foolish enough to attack it in the short term."

She turned her head and glanced at Lynn.

"But as for the plague... I can't guarantee anything."

Lynn remained silent for a few seconds.

"I understand."

He took a deep breath, folded the map neatly, and stuffed it into his pocket.

Regardless of the current situation in Holy Song City, he had to go and take a look.

"Thank you for the information." Lynn nodded to her and was about to turn and walk towards the door when he suddenly felt something strange.

Something's... not right.

Lynn's head suddenly felt very heavy. He shook his head, trying to shake off the sudden dizziness.

But the dizziness didn't dissipate; instead, it grew stronger.

His vision began to blur.

what happened?

Lynn instinctively reached out, wanting to hold onto the stone wall beside him.

But he clearly overestimated himself, and before he could even get close to the stone wall, he lost consciousness.

……

Lynn's body fell forward.

A slender hand caught him steadily.

Vera cradled Lynn's head with one hand and held his waist with the other, gently pulling the young man, who was a full head taller than her, into her arms.

Her movements were incredibly fluid, as if she had anticipated this moment.

"It finally collapsed."

The voice came from Vera's mouth, but the tone was completely different from before.

Vera used to speak coldly and restrainedly, with the aloofness typical of scholars.

And now this voice is languid and alluring, like silk soaked in mead.

She lowered her head and looked at Lin En's handsome sleeping face in her arms. Something was slowly flowing in his originally pale purple pupils.

"A curse!"

She murmured softly, her fingers slowly sliding down Lynn's cheek to his wrist.

"Such an obvious curse, and this fool didn't even bother to investigate." She chuckled softly, pinching the edge of the ominous cursed ring between her fingertips and giving it a gentle twist.

The ring was taken off.

Instantly, an invisible wave emanated from Lynn's body.

"It smells good."

Vera took a deep breath, as if savoring some exquisite wine.

"A curse that smells so good."

Her fingers traced Lynn's exposed wrists, the power of the curse pounding against her body, yet she felt no pain.

They even... thoroughly enjoyed it.

"Finally, I can replicate a decent curse." A slight smile played on her lips, her expression radiating allure.

"A curse of this strength... is worthy of me."

She dragged Lynn to a bench in the corner of the hall, her movements gentle yet firm.

Then she reached out and pulled Lynn's outer robe down to his shoulders, revealing his long and well-proportioned body.

Months of meditation and elemental tempering have given this once frail boy a well-proportioned muscular physique—not overly exaggerated, but every inch exuding power.

"It's better than I expected."

Her fingers slid slowly down Lynn's collarbone, her fingertips cool, with a composure as if she were appreciating a work of art.

The curse fluctuations emanating from Lynn's body were absorbed by her fingertips like flowing water, seeping into her skin bit by bit.

Lynn was completely unaware.

His brows furrowed slightly, as if he were lost in a restless dream.

Vera leaned down, her long hair cascading down to both sides of Lynn's chest, her hat tilted to the side, revealing her face, which looked even more alluring in the dark purple light.

Her gaze swept over Lynn's waist and abdomen, then paused.

"Ok?"

"He's so energetic even after fainting..."

She chuckled softly, a gentle and melodious laugh.

"Perfect, saves me the trouble of giving you medicine."

She flipped herself onto the bench, her knees landing on either side, her skirt cascading down like flowers.

The pointed hat fell askew to the ground, and a head of long, black hair cascaded down, gleaming with a dark purple sheen in the firelight.

She lowered her head, her lips almost touching Lynn's ear, her breath warm and intimate.

"Your curse... smells so good."

Her lips slowly moved down Lynn's earlobe, landing on his Adam's apple, and gently took it in her mouth.

Lynn's body tensed involuntarily for a moment, and a muffled moan escaped from his throat.

Even while unconscious, the body's instincts remain.

Vera sensed his reaction, and a satisfied smile appeared in her deep purple eyes.

Her waist swayed gently like a water snake.

The bench made a slight creaking sound.

The cursed power that had been gushing out from Lynn's body seemed to have found an outlet, flowing wildly into Vera's body along every inch of their intertwined skin.

Vera's breathing became rapid.

The power of those curses was so pure and so concentrated, like strong liquor poured into the depths of her soul, causing her whole body to tremble slightly.

"Ha...this curse is amazing..."

She tilted her head back, revealing her long, fair neck, her eyelashes trembling slightly.

After a period of time, Vera was about to reach a certain critical moment.

Her deep purple pupils contracted violently, as if something had exploded inside her.

"No...you can't..."

Her voice changed.

It was the same mouth making the sound, but the tone had returned to its previous cold and restrained manner.

Vera's body twitched violently, as if she were fighting for control of something.

Her hand suddenly slipped from Lynn's shoulder, and she leaned back, nearly falling off the bench.

"Go back." She gritted her teeth, her whole body drenched in sweat. "You crazy woman...get back here."

Vera, or rather the real Vera, regained control of her body at this moment.

She gasped for breath, looking down at the scene beneath her.

Lynn lay on the bench, his clothes wide open, his lips slightly parted, and there were a few faint nail marks on his shoulder.

And she herself...

Vera's face turned bright red instantly.

"This...crazy woman..."

She practically fled from Lynn and began to straighten her disheveled clothes.

Then she went back to Lynn's side and helped him put his robe back on.

She moved very carefully, and when her fingertips occasionally touched Lynn's warm skin, she would unconsciously pull them back.

Finally, she slipped the ominous cursed ring back onto Lynn's finger.

After doing all this, she stepped back and looked at Lynn, who had "returned to normal".

"He... probably won't notice anything."

She muttered to herself, her hand pressed against her chest.