Amber Sword Chapter 703: Act 96 The Maiden's Weaving (3)2

However, Antitina felt completely lost. Although she was knowledgeable, her knowledge was limited to history, humanities, geography, nature, and so magical knowledge.

After listening for a while, she couldn't help but interrupt, "What do you an?"

"Simply put, Qian had so inherent strength in her body. She was originally a nearly Silver Rank warrior. And the Divine Blood also contains imnse power, so after being implanted in Qian's body, she gained Gold Level combat power in a short ti."

"But this is just the power that the Divine Blood sacrificed to rge with this body. It transferred part of its strength to this body—this strength depends on the body's toughness—and then the Divine Blood goes dormant, allowing the body to gradually adapt to the newly acquired power," Brand explained, "That power is essentially the strength carrying the Divine Blood's aura."

"Since all this is accomplished under the guidance of the body's original soul, which is Qian's guidance, her body doesn't reject this power."

Brand continued to speak, but Antitina, slightly puzzled, interrupted, "What if Qian had chosen to reject it at the ti?"

"Impossible, she was already dead by then," Char interjected, "Also, under such imnse power, ordinary people have no chance to resist, and even if they succeed, it would only lead to mutual destruction."

Seeing Brand nod in agreent, this noble daughter suddenly felt a chill down her spine. Although she had always heard terrifying rumors about the Shepherd Tree Man and the All Things Return to One, she had only regarded those stories as legends.

To her, those organizations might not differ much from the bandits and robbers outside the city. But until today, Char and Brand's descriptions gave her a more direct understanding of these two organizations for the first ti.

"It's too much!" The noble daughter frowned, sowhat confused, "Why do they do such things?"

Brand shrugged, "No purpose that I know of, they simply oppose all civilization."

He waved his hand, "Alright, back to the point. When Qian's body gradually accepts this power, the Divine Blood will awaken again, it will then reclaim this power from Qian—first, what initially belonged to it, then Qian's."

"Finally, the life force itself," Brand's voice lowered, "Once the life force is exhausted, the entire process is complete."

"Now, Qian is in this final stage."

Antitina bit her lip, "Then Lord, what's the stupid solution you talked about?"

"Actually, it's simple," Brand replied, "Since the life force must be exhausted for the process to end, a stupid solution is to constantly replenish the consud Life Potential."

The noble daughter was slightly stunned, then her eyes brightened as if seeing hope, "Then how do we replenish it, Lord?"

"The speed at which Divine Blood converts power is very fast, translating this power consumption, Qian would have to consu the entire year's output of Tonyger to replenish this transformation," Char calculated slightly before making a not-so-funny joke.

"That's impossible," Antitina froze.

"Indeed, it's impossible, another thod is Holy Water," Brand answered, "If we have enough Holy Water."

"There's so reserve of Holy Water," Antitina frowned, these were originally Gurding's private stash ant for the next war. But for her companions, she could only reluctantly sacrifice them, "How much do we need?"

"With No. 7 Holy Water, at least one thousand three hundred bottles."

"That... that many..." Antitina was stunned.

But Char's next sentence made her completely lose hope, "Per day."

"Then..." The noble daughter finally understood a problem, "After all this talk, it's impossible."

This ti, not only Char, but even disha nodded. Actually, she had known from the start that the thod wouldn't work, but she didn't understand why Brand proposed it now.

This young lord didn't seem like soone who enjoyed talking nonsense.

While the Silver Elf girl was puzzled, a faint cough from the bed suddenly drew everyone's attention. Everyone turned around and saw the red-haired girl slowly opening her eyes on the bed.

...

Qian seed to have just awoken from a nightmare, her body drenched in sweat. After a while, she finally ca to her senses—then weakly turned her head and looked at Brand sowhat blankly.

Who is this?

The young man's face appeared both unfamiliar and endearing—it's Lord—Qian blinked, as if she finally rembered.

This was the young man who softly told her he would never abandon her.

The response she could never forget, just like how she could never forget the response Macaro gave her back then. The sa choice, but one was a lord she had been with for a few months, and the other was a man who had shared decades of feelings as both father and teacher.

Qian suddenly felt a bit dazed.

She lay on the bed, her body devoid of strength, her mind seemingly occupied by the shadow of a Demon, ready to drag her into the dark abyss at any mont. She understood her situation, as clear as ever—

She knew she would soon return to Lord Martha's embrace, as quietly as the first ti she ca into this world.

But Qian seed unconcerned, rather indifferent; she felt it was about ti, she was tired.

Yet she instinctively held onto the last bit of clarity, not even knowing why she persisted.

But seeing Brand, she suddenly understood.

The red-haired girl weakly blinked her dry eyes, a crystal tear rolling down from the first mont she saw Brand.

"Lord... my lord..." Qian strained to call, her voice barely audible.

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