I'm really not a Sanctuary Warlock.

My heart is still beating very fast.

The unfamiliar sense of satisfaction deep within her body made her feel both ashamed and strangely unsettled.

This was her first time.

Although it was not out of his own will.

But that feeling...

Vera shook her head violently, trying to banish all those chaotic thoughts from her mind.

"Calm down... calm down..."

She walked to the iron pot, ladled out a bowl of medicinal soup, and took a big gulp.

The bitter taste sobered her up considerably.

She looked again at Lynn, who was sleeping on the bench.

The curse on this man... is too unusual.

It was so unusual that even that crazy woman couldn't contain herself.

Vera clenched her fists.

"We absolutely cannot let her out again next time."

......

Lynn's consciousness struggled out of the chaos.

He felt like he had slept for a long time.

"Well……"

He slowly opened his eyes.

My neck is a little sore, and the back of my head is resting on a hard stone surface, which is not comfortable.

Lynn sat up and rubbed her temples.

My head feels a bit throbbing, like the dull ache after a hangover.

"you're awake."

Vera's voice came from not far away.

Lynn turned his head and saw Vera standing next to the iron pot, holding a bowl in her hand, walking towards him.

Her expression was calm, no different from before.

"Here you go." Vera handed him the bowl. "It's for stimulating your senses."

Lynn did not answer.

He stared at Vera for a few seconds, then looked down at his own body.

The clothes were on properly, and the ties were fastened neatly.

The ominous cursed ring on her wrist was still there.

I didn't feel anything unusual on my body.

Apart from a slight headache, he couldn't find anything wrong.

Why am I dizzy?

This was his first question.

He remembered that he was about to leave when suddenly his head sank... and then he knew nothing more.

He subconsciously looked at the bubbling iron pot.

Vera followed his gaze to the iron pot, and then a clear look of apology appeared on her face.

"Feel sorry."

She placed the stone bowl on the table beside her, turned her head slightly to the side, and the shadow cast by the brim of her hat covered half of her face.

“I forgot that the medicine contained a potent sedative herb.”

"what?"

“It’s for the dwarves who are infected with the plague.” Vera’s voice was a little muffled. “When the plague strikes, they are in severe pain and cannot sleep, so I added a strong dose of sedative to the prescription.”

She paused.

“Those medications will evaporate into gas when heated, spreading throughout the room.”

Lynn: "..."

"So you mean I was knocked unconscious by the steam from that pot of medicine?"

“Yes.” Vera nodded, her voice tinged with even more apology. “Dwarves are much more robust than humans. That dosage was just a sleep aid for them, but for humans…”

She glanced at Lynn.

"It was indeed a bit too much."

Lynn's lips twitched.

Good guy.

He, a level 55 warlock, was actually knocked out by the steam from a pot of medicinal soup?

He couldn't even remember how he fell down.

"Couldn't you have told me beforehand?" Lynn's tone was somewhat helpless.

“I thought your level was high enough to resist,” Vera’s voice softened. “It was my oversight.”

"That's why I don't let those dwarves like Gronn come in casually. Although they are strong, they get sleepy if they stay in this room for a long time and are prone to making mistakes."

Lynn looked at her.

Vera's explanation was reasonable, but he still felt that something was off.

He looked down at his hands.

The ominous curse ring and the spatial ring were both worn intact, and there were no signs that the clothes had been tampered with.

Apart from feeling a little weak, there was nothing unusual about my physical condition.

Maybe I'm just overthinking it.

"How long was I unconscious?" Lynn asked.

“About an hour,” Vera replied. “Not too long.”

One hour.

Lynn slowly stood up and stretched her stiff neck.

The time I had agreed to meet Anna was drawing ever closer.

"Alright, I'll head out now." Lynn glanced towards the door. "Thanks for the information."

"Wait a moment."

Vera called out to him.

Lynn turned around and saw her pick up the bowl from the table.

"This really works to wake you up. You'd better drink it before you go." Her tone returned to its initial cold and restrained manner. "The residual effects of the sleeping pills may last for a while, so this bowl of medicine will help you stay awake."

Lynn hesitated for a second.

He took the stone bowl and looked down, only to smell a bitter and astringent herbal aroma.

If Vera really wanted to harm him, she should have done it already; why wait until now?

Lynn no longer doubted and drank the medicine in the bowl in one gulp.

"Pah...it's really hard to swallow."

Vera's lips twitched slightly upwards.

“Let’s go.” She turned her back to Lynn. “Be careful when crossing the Bone Canyon. If the plague core has already formed, don’t fight it head-on.”

"Okay." Lynn walked towards the door.

As he reached the door, he suddenly stopped.

"Vera."

"Ok?"

"Are you really okay staying here alone?"

Vera did not turn around.

“I’ve been here a long time,” she said lightly, “longer than you think.”

Lynn stared at her back for a few seconds.

That slender figure stood beside the iron pot, exuding an indescribable sense of loneliness.

"If you have the chance in the future, you can come to Holy Song City to find us." After saying this, Lynn pushed open the stone door.

Vera still didn't turn around.

But her grip on the wooden spoon tightened slightly.

The moment the door closed, she finally turned around.

Its pale purple pupils stared at the tightly closed stone door, its expression complex.

"Holy Song City?"

She lowered her head and stroked her lower abdomen.

That was just now...

Vera clenched her fists tightly, extinguishing all those inappropriate thoughts.

"It's all because of that crazy woman."

She muttered a curse under her breath and turned to forcefully draw her attention back to the iron pot.

But the stirring rhythm was much more chaotic than before.

Chapter 109 Plague Core

When Lynn pushed open the stone door and came out, the sunlight was so bright that he squinted.

Having spent too long in the dimly lit hall filled with the steam of medicinal soup, my eyes couldn't adjust to the sudden sunlight.

Gron Copperhammer squatted on the steps by the door, holding a large piece of smoked meat in his hands, gnawing on it with his mouth dripping with oil.

When he saw Lynn come out, he looked him up and down and grinned.

"You're out?"

"Ah."

"The High Priest is a good person, isn't he?" Gron wiped the grease from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve, his tone filled with emotion.

"It's fine," Lynn replied dismissively.

Gron stood up, dusted himself off, tilted his head to look at Lynn, and the smile on his face gradually turned into regret.

"But..." he sighed, "it's a real pity I didn't take a liking to you."

Lynn: "..."

“You’re not bad looking, lad. I was thinking the High Priest would definitely like you.” Gron shook his head. “If you can stay here, you’ll have no worries about food or clothing, and the plague won’t touch a hair on your head. How peaceful it will be.”

"Thanks, but no need."

“Young people just don’t know how to cherish things.” Gron shook his head again, looking disappointed.

Lynn was too lazy to waste his brainpower arguing with this dwarf.

He looked around and confirmed the direction he had come from.

"gone."