"Trade, what do you want?" Furryland seemed quite uneasy in the face of Lance's invitation.

On the contrary, Lance showed a sophistication that was inconsistent with his age: "You must know that when I came here, I did not have the mission of destroying all the Grey-Eyed Cultists. The only thing I want is to save those green goblins."

"All?" Forreland asked with a pale face.

"Of course." Lance said without hesitation: "Whether these green goblins can survive is the only thing I care about. And you, do you really believe that His Highness Pandora can save your daughter?"

"His Highness Pandora said that I would give me magic power, and now I do have powers that I never imagined before." Forreland responded, "So of course I believe her."

"I'm curious, have you really seen that Pandora?" Lance asked suddenly, "Or, these words are just conveyed to you by others?"

Forreland's body trembled, and after a long time, he hesitated: "These words were told by the Patriarch."

"Look," Lance smiled: "Typical cult mode. If I can, if I have the blood of the true god on my hands, which can allow mortals to possess mana but will lose countless lives in the process. In order to facilitate rule, I can also create a god as a faith."

"Nonsense!" Forreland's face turned red: "You crazy man! You actually said that His Highness Pandora was fictional? This is simply... it's ridiculous!"

"Don't be so excited," Lance said calmly. "I just put forward a hypothesis. Believe it or not, these are not the point."

"The point is that His Highness Pandora may save your daughter, but it is definitely not now, or even in recent times. And I happen to have a way to cure her problems."

"What!" Forreland immediately became extremely shocked. He rushed down the stairs quickly, and for a moment he forgot his fear of Lance.

"You, you, aren't you lying to me?"

"I never deceive people who are weaker than me," Lance said with a smile. "I do need your help, but trust me, even without your help, I can do everything I want, but the process is a little more troublesome."

Forreland was silent for a while, and finally said slowly: "What do you want?"

However, Lance did not answer his question, but walked up to the second floor: "If you don't mind, I want to take a closer look at her condition. When I followed you just now, I just took a look from a distance. The specific details still need to be carefully examined."

After saying that, his figure disappeared into the spiral staircase.

Forreland hurriedly followed.

...

Half an hour later, the two of them slowly exited the room.

"How is it?" Forreland looked at Lance with anxiety.

Lance closed the door carefully, with a strange look.

He signaled Forreland to rest as he was calm, and the two went downstairs together.

"To be honest, although I had a premonition, such an obvious method is too low-end." He shook his head and smiled bitterly: "What makes me even more speechless is that you haven't seen such an obvious method yet. Such a second-level wizard is really a bit humid."

Forreland's face darkened, and he had an ominous premonition in his heart.

"Can I ask you a question?" Lance said.

"Ask."

"When did Sasha's disease begin?" Lance stared at Forreland.

The latter was stunned for a moment, and then he showed a look of memories: "It seems that I was injected with the blood of the first generation of true gods. A month after I survived successfully... Wait! What you mean..."

A hint of horror appeared on Forreland's face.

"You have never read the "A Brief History of the Curse" that Ferrendor has learned in his most basic wizard apprentices." Lance said expressionlessly: "Otherwise they wouldn't dare to do anything so much."

"You can't even find the simplest [life borer] curse. To be honest, at first I thought it was an advanced [evil spirit absorption]."

"It turned out to be a curse? And what you mean is that the curse on Sasha was given by the Patriarch or the other two priests?" Forreland gritted his teeth.

"It's almost done," Lance said calmly: "At the beginning, are you weak and pale; later on, you will vomit after eating and have nightmares?"

"It's true!" Forreland seemed to see a glimmer of light, and he added: "Since her symptoms have worsened again. She often can't sleep, and once she falls asleep, she will enter a world of nightmares."

"You are lucky to meet me." Lance said quickly: "It's not difficult for me to lift this curse."

"But what makes me wonder is why they do this?" Lance asked strangely: "They use your daughter to increase your dependence on Pandora, but the meaning behind this is that at least the so-called Patriarch thinks you are important. But I am sorry for my rude eyes. Although you are a second-level wizard, your strength and knowledge are really hard to match with this title."

Forreland thought about it and said with a strange expression: "I think I understand. Once I heard from the Patriarch say that I seem to be the only one in the first batch of test items who has the potential to advance to a third-level wizard based on the blood of the second generation of true gods..."

"So that's it." Lance nodded: "Then everything makes sense."

"Now, let's talk about the deal - if you want your daughter to get better quickly."

...

The panting sound in the room gradually became quiet, and with a sudden snap of fingers, the skylight slowly opened.

The light is coming again.

Sonny lazily put on his clothes and looked like he was covered in bones.

"I found something very interesting." Joey leaned on the sofa, closing his eyes: "Patient No. 1, which had been losing signs of life before, seems to be resurrected again. And I can feel that her body has changed tremendously...she has become stronger."

"Oh? This is really rare. The information we obtained did not tell the second generation of experimental subjects that had the ability to resurrect." Sunny's eyes lit up.

"That's why it's interesting." Joey thought for a while, stood up from the sofa and came to the wall.

He took a hanging whistle from the wall and gently put it in his mouth.

"Are you going to call her back?" Sonny frowned: "But our original plan was to let her survive in the wild for three days."

"It doesn't matter, I can feel her strength has improved by leaps and bounds. The creatures near Cangbi Lake obviously cannot pose a threat to her. It's better to let her come back!"

As he said that, Joey blew the whistle. A bright yellow light flashed by at the tip of the whistle, and silent sound waves suddenly spread out.

PS: Thanks to book friend dddddddderfd for his monthly ticket! This one has a smaller number of words, because I am too busy today... I will have more free time tomorrow, so it should be no problem to start updating tomorrow!
Chapter completed!