Chapter 267: Shame and Anger
“Dofiraia, you said that this Frost Flame Potion can not only clear the filth in human bodies but also maintain the vitality of flesh and blood?”
Verafia jumped down from the chair, her bright big golden eyes blinking as she looked at the ice-haired girl opposite her.
“Miss Verafia is correct.”
Dofiraia quickly nodded. With a wave of her slender fingers, streams of light flashed, and she handed the potion recipe she had taken out to the girl. “In fact, the effect you just mentioned is the original efficacy of this potion.”
“Mmm, as expected…”
Verafia scanned the potion recipe. The ancient script was difficult for even her to read.
Although the name and content differed slightly from what the girl had expected, the specific effects should not be too far off. Verafia suddenly lifted her delicate face, extending her fair little hand towards the girl and revealing her small canine teeth. Her voice was clear and pleasant.
“Well, I don’t mind giving you a flame, but you have to give me half of the potion you refine, Dofiraia!”
“That request, of course, is no problem!”
Dofiraia breathed a sigh of relief. She had been worried that this quirky Miss Phoenix would make some bizarre demands. Just now, Dofiraia had patiently endured it all, hoping to pique the girl’s curiosity and make her agreement easier.
The demand for half the potion was a bit expensive, but Dofiraia could fully accept it. Her mood relaxing slightly, the colors in Dofiraia’s pupils softened. She couldn’t help but look at the somewhat mysterious Miss Phoenix with curiosity:
“But, Miss Verafia, can human potions also have an effect on a phoenix like you?”
“Tch, although what you humans cobble together has some merit, how could I possibly be interested?”
Verafia crossed her little hands in front of her chest, lifting her fair face, and said nonchalantly, “I’m asking you for this for that guy, Ig.”
Verafia had been preparing the “Mirdirna’s Gift” for Ig. Even among elven potions, it was considered ancient and old. Its purpose was not only to significantly increase the level of energy and promote the origin of life but also, for humans, to allow the user to try to comprehend some of the characteristics of a ‘Dragon’.
Of course, even among elves, such an attempt was considered dangerous… This was why Verafia, in her past life, despite knowing the recipe, had never actually attempted to refine it.
As for Ig, Verafia had originally planned to get him a Platinum breakthrough crystal, a top-tier item.
However, Ig’s Battle Qi progress was too slow. A little over a month ago, with Duke Oran’s help, he had only just reached Silver, and now he hadn’t made any progress at all. Verafia felt like she wanted to grab a sword and chase after him.
Verafia didn’t think she had much time to indulge Ig like this.
Therefore, she had been preparing the refining of the potion materials these days… But if the current Ig were to use “Spirit Breaking Blood,” even with her present, she could at most guarantee Ig’s safety.
However, the potion Dofiraia was currently refining could very well avoid the after-effects, and Verafia wouldn’t have to collect the materials and refine it herself. All she had to do was give up a flame that was insignificant to her. Where else could she find such a good deal?
Dofiraia watched as a gentle smile appeared on the girl’s flawless white face, her eyes blinking in surprise.
“Miss Verafia is thinking of Ig? I didn’t expect you to value a human so highly. Could it be that you and he…”
“Hey, what are you talking about!”
Verafia’s fair little face turned red, almost visibly so. She stomped her feet in anger, her beautiful big golden eyes clearly filled with shame and anger. “What could exist between me and that guy! Hmph, I’m going to sleep, I’m not talking to you anymore!”
Dofiraia was pushed out of the room by the girl’s two fair little hands, and then the door was slammed shut with a “bang.”
Standing outside the door, the noble girl with ice-blue long hair tidied her clothes. Uncharacteristically, she smiled wryly. On her exquisite face, her mesmerizing blue eyes were filled with laughter.
Initially, Dofiraia had been very cautious when dealing with Verafia, this beautiful, noble, and to her, somewhat antagonistic phoenix girl. However, it now seemed that this Miss Phoenix was just a cute child.
However, Dofiraia had only intended to tease her at first and hadn’t expected such a strong reaction from the girl. Could it be that this Miss Phoenix really had something going on with Count Mays’ Ig…
Just then, the window of Verafia’s room was suddenly pushed open by a fair, jade-like little hand, revealing a beautiful face as exquisite as an artwork, but still flushed with a pretty blush.
Verafia stood by the window, her big golden eyes glaring fiercely at the girl below.
“Hey, Dofiraia, that guy Ig is my attendant! None of you are allowed to have any ideas about him!”
The girl’s voice fell, followed by the sound of the window being slammed shut. Then, Dofiraia heard the sound of the girl’s delicate body jumping onto the floor with force… En, perhaps, also the sound of her slender chest heaving?
Dofiraia winked knowingly, then charmingly bid goodnight with a clear smile and quickly scurried away.
…
Although the elven girl Ain had bid farewell the night before last due to Verafia’s urgency and had left with her flame pigeons, Ig and the others continued their journey towards Lorinc in Mies Territory.
For Miss Verafia, the journey along the way remained incredibly relaxed. With Dofiraia, a Countess and disciple of a Saint-level Grand Mage, by her side, at least the expenses for most of the potion materials did not require her to laboriously complete commission tasks and exchange them for gold coins and magic crystals.
However, compared to the previous journey where she had practically accompanied Miss Verafia on sightseeing trips, Ig, knowing that something seemed to be happening at home, was now trying to speed up their itinerary.
In less than a month, Ig and several girls, including Verafia, had traveled from the border of Andelfir Province to within Mies Territory.
