Inside the church, Loran peered through her monocle, searching for a test subject for the medicine.
She looked toward the limping girl, the reincarnated Undead Witch – Renee.
Through [Elemental Vision], this Little Loli looked like a tiny firework, and the older girl beside her was also flickering with chaotic light.
“What’s going on?
Do these two live next to a magic furnace?”
“Or did they bathe in contaminated water?”
Loran muttered to herself, walked over to the limping Little Loli, and asked in a gentle voice:
“Little sister, would you be willing to try this first?
After all, you look the sickest.”
“I guarantee that the potion won’t cause you any harm; at worst, it will just be ineffective.”
Renee was a bit stunned; she hadn’t expected to actually be chosen.
And that “won’t cause her any harm” bit—she had said the exact same thing to people when she tested potions back in the day.
After she finished saying it, that person would go “snap” and die.
But back then, as a sage, she had the Resurrection Spell available for follow-up treatment.
Could this Little Nun pull off a Resurrection Spell?
She probably couldn’t even manage a basic Healing Spell!
Just as Renee was about to shake her head, the older sister beside her had already started expressing endless gratitude.
The grey-haired girl wore an expression of pleasant surprise, tears welling in the corners of her eyes, her tone filled with gratitude.
“Thank you, thank you, Sister.
Please, you must cure Little Renee; I cannot lose her.”
“It’s nothing, it’s nothing.
I will do my best.”
Loran maintained a polite smile, thought for a moment, and said to the grey-haired girl:
“You should come too; you seem to be this little one’s relative, right?”
“The contamination on you is also quite severe.”
…
Inside the small room behind the chapel.
Loran took out four round bottles, each containing 300 milliliters of a pale pink, transparent liquid—naturally, these were the [adept-grade stabilizer].
As for the missing bottle, Loran had used it for testing and ultimately decided to use it in spray form.
This also drew inspiration from the methods used on Earth to spray boron-based solvents on radioactive materials.
She attached an alchemical spray nozzle to the bottle, looked at the Renee sisters, and gave a gentle smile.
“Before we test this, let’s introduce ourselves.”
“My name is Loran, and I am the only nun in this small church.
You can address me by my name directly; there’s no need to be formal.”
The grey-haired girl in the lead hurriedly bowed slightly.
“Lady Loran, I am Jenny, and this is my little sister, Renee.”
“We are extremely grateful that you are willing to treat us!”
Loran nodded.
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If she threw a piece of black bread into the Slums, she’d probably hit twenty Jennys and Renees.
She continued to ask:
“Do you work at the Docks?
I noticed that the contamination on you is far higher than on other people.”
The grey-haired girl, Jenny, shook her head.
“Lady Loran, we work as assistants at a textile mill.
I am a spinning assistant, and Little Renee is a wool-combing assistant.”
“Ah?
A child this small has to work?
Isn’t this child labor?”
Jenny and Renee cast confused glances at her.
Loran only then realized.
In this world, no one cares about child labor; children in the Slums have to work or they will starve to death.
Furthermore, as assistants, their wages were only about half that of regular workers—it was only enough to barely avoid starvation.
“Ahem, I mean, you two have it really rough.”
Loran simply brushed the topic aside, crouched down, and began to examine Renee’s lower leg.
To her surprise, the Little Loli’s leg not only had burns from magic contamination, but the entire lower leg was also unnaturally twisted.
This was clearly a fracture.
When she touched it lightly, Renee’s little face twitched slightly, and tears welled up.
Seeing this, Jenny spoke up, blaming herself.
“This happened last spring when Little Renee had her leg broken by falling construction stone.”
“But the boss was only willing to pay two silver coins in compensation, and when I went to argue, I got my eye injured too.”
As she spoke, she subconsciously touched her right eye, which could no longer see very clearly, and continued:
“In the end, there was no other way; we could only treat the wound, but we couldn’t help Little Renee recover…
and it has been like this ever since.”
“It didn’t hurt much originally, but after being subjected to magic contamination, Renee’s leg started hurting again.”
Loran was stunned to hear this.
Thinking of an eight or nine-year-old girl having to drag a twisted leg to work as a wool-comber without any protection.
And her sister; the two of them combined were probably not even as old as she had been in her previous life.
And this wasn’t an isolated case.
Loran estimated that if she grabbed any honest person from the Slums outside, they could tell a life story that would break anyone’s heart.
“Sigh…”
Loran sighed, picked up the bottle, and instructed:
“Let’s test the potion first.
Don’t worry, this is for external use and won’t cause you any harm.”
“However, don’t move around; I need to use this monocle to determine the state of your contamination.”
Loran immediately stopped them.
“Hey, hey, no need to sit up straight; just sit comfortably.”
“I just need you to minimize movement so it’s easier for me to confirm things.”
Then, after the two sisters were ready, Loran sprayed the mist-like [adept-grade stabilizer] at them.
Through the monocle, Loran saw that when the potion was sprayed around them.
The chaotic elemental power began to lose its activity and was gradually suppressed by the body’s magic circulation.
Although the body’s magic circulation was also suppressed indiscriminately.
But the chaotic elemental clusters were, after all, water without a source.
Whereas the magic circulation, as long as a person is alive, exists within the body.
The only problem was that the mist-like potion was too easily volatile.
After about three minutes, the potion mist began to disperse.
As the area increased, the suppressive power per unit area significantly weakened.
But the Renee sisters’ magic circulation was still far from returning to normal.
Having no choice, Loran had to hold the potion bottle and continue spraying them.
Nearly an hour later, after using up three bottles of [adept-grade stabilizer], she finally completely restored the two’s magic circulation.
The chaotic elemental power that had lost its activity was finally assimilated by the magic circulation, even slightly increasing their magic power.
However, neither Loran nor Jenny noticed this.
Only the Undead Witch Renee felt as if her heart was in turmoil.
Six hundred years ago, she had been a sage of the Church of Slumber and an undisputed master of potions.
Yet, she truly did not understand the potion this nun was using.
In this world, magic power is the absolute superior power.
As another manifestation of magic power, elemental power is the same.
Even the most ingenious potion is refined from various magic materials.
It is absolutely impossible to suppress elemental power of the same level.
It’s like being unable to extinguish fire with fire, or unable to cut off a flow of water with water.
Yet, this nun before her had broken this rule.
This left her, an “old senior,” a bit confused and starting to doubt her own knowledge.
Even more exaggeratedly, the suppressed elemental power was actually absorbed by the human body and incorporated into the magic circulation.
This was equivalent to directly increasing one’s magic power.
Did this Little Nun really understand what she had done?
If this potion was truly something she had researched herself.
If it were in that chaotic era of the past.
Before the news could even travel ten kilometers, she would have been directly dragged into a dark room and become a “family heirloom” for some faction.
Not only working overtime every day to refine potions, but also day and night, day and night.
Striving to produce a successor with better talent for potions.