Steampunk: Sixth Era Epic-Chapter 702 -

He took out a container of water from his pocket, lightly tapped it with his finger to make the profane spiritual light flicker, then lifted the lower part of his mask and took a large gulp to treat his internal organs, which had been injured by the impact of power.

Then, he poured the remaining water on his trembling wrists, but unless he cut open the flesh and dripped the water directly onto his bones, “Satiety Food” would not be effective for injuries like fractures.

Actually, “Cyndia’s Silvermoon Blessing,” which specialized in spiritual healing could also treat external wounds, fracture was within its healing scope. However, it was daytime, and this arcane technique was useless.

“Let’s try this first.”

Shard summoned clean water with sorcery again and processed it with Satiety Food before tossing the test tube over to the middle-aged man in red formal wear opposite him. The other man caught it and, after sniffing it, drank the entire tube of water in great gulps before Shard could stop him.

Although “Satiety Food” had no detoxification properties, it could still heal the body damaged by toxins. He seemed to look noticeably better, at least he no longer sounded so weak when he spoke:

“What were you trying to say just now? I noticed you wanted to speak.”

“I wanted to say, don’t drink it all at once…”

“Burp!”

The gentleman, who appeared quite elegant and was a member of the Inner Ring and an exotic creature, still couldn’t suppress his instinct to burp. In fact, he drank so much that he burped three times in succession before stopping.

“It’s a side effect of the arcane technique.”

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Shard said with a straight face, worrying he might burst out laughing.

“It’s alright; side effects are normal.”

Mr. Benhart said with a now normal complexion, but his straight face seemed to be hiding his embarrassment.

“I do have other detoxifying abilities, but I need to treat my fracture first.”

Shard showed his right hand; the vampire nodded his head:

“I can treat fractures.”

“Alright.”

He walked over to the other person and likewise leaned against the wall as he sat down.

Armand Bernhardt watched Shard warily as the latter reached into the inner pocket of his coat and then pulled out a perfectly straight stick that, judging from its length, absolutely could not have fit in the pocket.

It was indeed very straight, something Shard had seen under the fallen leaves while climbing up the mountain. Because it was so straight, and without any small twigs branching out, it was “collected” by Shard.

“Is this an aether amplification alchemical product used by people of the Fourth Era?”

Mr. Benhart asked with slight surprise.

“Aether amplification alchemical products” essentially equated to what the witches’ “magic wands” are in contemporary stories. During the Fourth Era, such things were very common, but the witches of the Fifth Era disliked these unsightly objects, and the witches’ secret techniques differed from the power systems of the Fourth Era, which is why they gradually fell out of favor as common alchemical products.

“No, just a stick.”

Shard said, pressing his left hand against the stick and extending his right hand after he set down his longsword:

“Let’s heal together.”

“Okay.”

The two mutually suspicious individuals clasped hands. As the stick in the left hand started to wither, a faint green glimmer illuminated Shard’s right hand, while Mr. Benhart’s left hand emitted a blood-red glow.

[Seventh Ring.]

The two lights intertwined, each healing the other. Shard felt the pain in his right hand gradually diminish, while the purplish bruises on Mr. Benhart’s face also receded.

Almost simultaneously, they released each other’s hands. Shard’s wrist was still a bit uncomfortable, but it was no longer a major issue. Although some traces of poisoning remained on Mr. Benhart’s face, it no longer affected his ability to move normally.

After they stood up, they each immediately took a step back.

“Thank you for your help. I have other matters to attend to, farewell.”

The Vampire gracefully nodded to Shard, then without giving Shard an opportunity to speak, opened the door and left sideways. Shard knew the other party didn’t trust him, but he didn’t fully trust the other party either, hence he did not chase after him to suggest leaving Sin Mansion together.

Turning his gaze to the creature behind him holding a bamboo pole with an oil lamp, resembling the “goblins” in stories, it had been watching the entire interaction between Shard and Mr. Benhart.

Now that Mr. Benhart had left and it saw Shard looking at it, the creature gave Shard a very unsightly smile. Although uncertain of what exactly it was, it was definitely not a pure human, for human ears would not be as large as its.

“Are you the trader in this building?”

“Yes, sir. How may I be of service to you?”

It too spoke Draleon, but unlike the old man who had led Shard earlier, its Draleon was very poor, sounding as if it were speaking through its nose as well as its mouth.

“What do you have here?”

“I have everything here. That Vampire just now was seeking the ‘Holy Grail of Blood’ from me. According to the evaluation of your Era, that is a sage-level relic.”

“Vampire” is a derogatory term for the Vampire Race, which touches on the issue of racial discrimination, though in the Sixth Era, hardly anyone cares about this problem anymore. The official term is “Vampire Kind,” the flattering term is “Blood Clan,” but most other races of Transcendents prefer to ironically use “Blood Clan” to mock the affected airs of those humanoid Vampires.

And the relic “Holy Grail of Blood” seems to have something to do with the Vampire Kind. If this transaction has been completed, on top of the three other sage-level relics Sister Delphine had mentioned—the “Crown of Blood,” “Vampire Ring,” and the “Blood Thorn Scepter”—then the local Vampires would have four sage-level relics in their possession in one fell swoop.

This is a frightening prospect.