After half a month of search, the group successfully lured and killed the dangerous griffin. No one died, and no one was injured that could not be healed. This was a complete victory.
"You can't be disabled", because disability means withdrawing from the monster hunter industry. Some small incompleteness is nothing, and lacking an ear will not affect your combat ability. But as long as the injury reaches a certain level, the human body cannot regenerate like some monsters. Therefore, all previous training, hard work, and hard work can only end in the face of injuries, which becomes a regrettable memory.
"Hurry up, haven't returned to the fortress yet, don't relax your guard." Kelle pulled Fitch: "How did you fall from it?"
"According to accident, the soles of my feet slipped. I'm fine, but I'm just a little scratched." Feiqi moved his limbs, "Goddess bless."
"It's not that the goddess is blessing you, but three months of training. You have learned to control your muscles even when you are at the most tired, which saved your life in an emergency." Kelly pointed to Fitch's knee and said, "From this place, the wound does not need to be big, a small arrow is enough. Then you will never take risks in your life. Remember what I told you?"
"Legs are more important than hands." You cannot fight without hands, and you cannot move without legs.
"Yes, so take care of your legs and know where it is heading, and don't make excuses about being careless." Kelly poked Feichi's head with his finger, "Go back to the team and keep up! There is not much time left, don't make any trouble for me!"
Feiqi nodded, patted the dust on his body, returned to the team, and followed Wumama. He was a little distracted just now, so he stepped on a loose stone and slipped. But to avoid pressing until midnight, he could only stiffen, so he slid down the slope for six meters, which scared everyone.
He was distracted for midnight before. The little black cat was in extremely poor condition, to be precise, and he was about to starve to death. Now, it can only drink a little Red Bull and rely on the sugar inside to maintain its weak life. Other things, including the broth that Diderit blessed with magical techniques, cannot be eaten. Hunger, weakness, and vomiting have made it to the verge of death.
The little black head tilted weakly on Fitch, with big eyes but no strength. He was still alive at midnight, and even though he had almost no heartbeat or breathing, he had not made a "hair" sound for a long time, but he was still alive. Fitch always encouraged him to hold on because... maybe Lord Kipling would have a way.
Now Feiqi doesn't even think about the rewards that the griffin head can get.
For midnight, everyone entered a forced marching state. In order to keep up with the team, Ramsden even threw away his favorite frying pan. This was mainly because Feich performed outstandingly in the battle and won everyone's respect. It was definitely not because midnight was particularly cute and had become a part of the team.
It’s definitely not because of cuteness—Kelle is very sure of this. “Running, this is the best exercise. Winter is coming soon. Do you think you can be lazy? Impossible! Running!"
Diderit touched the Holy Emblem, and then secretly poked Ramsden and Feich with his fingers. The power of the magic trick flowed by, greatly reducing fatigue. The two of them secretly cast a grateful look, then quickly stepped on their legs and accelerated their progress.
When the walls of the Ice Peak Fortress appeared in everyone's sight, everyone breathed a sigh of relief - except for Feich, his heart became even more nervous. Old Man Kipling was the last hope. If even he could not do anything, then the fate of midnight would be very tragic.
Feich saw Giles and Eddie at the entrance of the fortress. He also temporarily abandoned Giles and Eddie at the entrance and ran straight to the tower. Kelly shook his head and explained: "He has something urgent to look for Master Snow Owl, don't worry about him. Are you all going well?"
Giles nodded and said in a very simple way: "Okay. You guys?"
"The griffin head is finally able to pass the wrong way. We also found the second mutant gland that can be used when performing the enhancement ceremony for Fitch Hall."
"Okay." Giles pointed to the direction of the hall: "Let's rest."
Feichi didn't notice that the table in the hall was filled with food, but it was not his fault. On the one hand, he was worried about midnight, and on the other hand, the food was cold meals, ham, bread, cooled soup, etc., and there was no rising aroma and it was not noticeable.
Old man Kipling basked on the balcony of the tower, which would gradually become a luxury activity in the cold days in the future. He curled up in a slightly shaking lounge chair, wrapped in thick fur, warm and lazy. However, the old man was not asleep. He just needed to turn his head to look down at the fortress through the balcony, and of course he could see Fitch running all the way.
"Feich, pull me up first. I'm trapped in the quilt, and it's hard to turn my head. Giles still can't take care of people..." The old man calculated the time and felt that Feich was about to come, so he spoke first. "Turn me here so that I can see you, and at the same time, you can breathe slowly, sort out your thoughts and then talk."
Ten minutes later, the two had left the balcony and came to the library. Feiqi lit up the lantern, and the old man brought a thick book, and the two of them opened it together.
"The domesticated ghost cat can eliminate sneaks in the home and even find hidden evil spirits and necromancers, so it is very popular for a period of time. However, adult ghost cats can only be domesticated and raised to protect themselves. They cannot be sold to others like hunting dogs after they are domesticated. Moreover, it is very troublesome to domesticate ghost cats, so they have not become really popular." The old man explained to Fitch: "Fortunately, some people have always been domesticated and left some records, otherwise we really have no place to check."
"Thanks to the Goddess of Truth for the importance of knowledge and experience." Feiqi said his true words.
The book "Taughter of Warcraft" contains three pages of records about ghost cats, which is quite common, but there is only a small section about ghost cat cubs. In the past, some people tried to raise cubs, but all ended in failure. Later, it was found that ghost cats needed to obtain continuous support from their mothers during their growth. Only by constantly drinking milk from their mothers can ghost cats gradually establish normal digestive abilities. Without this step, it lacks the most important ability of all living things: eating.
"The recipes of ghost cats are very mixed. In some places, they eat lizards, fish in some places, and in some places, ghost cats can even hunt ghouls. However, ghost cats cannot and do not need to have the ability to digest all foods at the same time. Their choice is a special recipe that inherits the ability to eat from their mother's milk to adapt to the local environment."
"That is, if there is not enough milk, the ghost cat can't eat?"
"This is a flaw, very obvious." Old Man Kipling sighed: "The importance of the mother-son bond of ghost cats is far greater than that of other creatures. Ghost cat cubs will even inherit obedience to the domesticated ones from milk. So you see, the breeding and domestication of ghost cats is much more troublesome than other creatures. They may have only obeyed one person for several generations, not one family, and not outsiders. Therefore, this industry has disappeared before it became popular, leaving only these records."
"Is there no way? Unless I'm going to catch a ghost cat who can only breastfeed now?"
The old man sighed, sat down dejectedly, reached out to touch the midnight lying on the desk. Midnight was motionless, as if dead, but it was still breathing stubbornly, proving that it was still alive with its slightly shaking soft black hair. "Feich, if you can find a breastfeeding ghost cat, then it will still be saved. But this season, both the ghost cat and you can no longer move in the Sunset Mountains, so this possibility does not exist at all. I... I still can't figure out why this little guy is still alive, it has exceeded his ordinary survival ability. So..."
Old Man Kipling paused for a moment, looking very hesitant. Feich didn't dare to delay and grabbed the old man's hand: "So... there must be a way, right?"
The old man wanted to speak but stopped, his mouth tightly pursed. He avoided Feiqi's gaze, lowered his head, but did not avoid the two big eyes at midnight. So the old man sighed, took a piece of chalk, wrote a string of numbers on the wooden desk: "05-7-4-12:6". Then he patted Feiqi on the shoulder, knocked on the string of numbers, and left without saying a word.
What puzzle is this? Feiqi didn't understand it immediately, but he knew that Snow Owl would not be aimless, and the way to save midnight was in it. He widened his eyes, used his brain, and imprinted this line of words firmly in his heart. This is a string of numbers. What can the numbers be used for? Is it a kind of encoding?
He raised his head and knew that he had found the answer. He was in the collection of books, what else could the code be? Old man Kipling told him more than once: Books can be read, but they must be put back in place, so it is easy to count. So that string of codes must be the fifth row of bookshelf, the seventh frame, the fourth floor, the twelfth book. As for 6?
Feiqi soon found the book, a silver-sealed spell book called "Energetic". Turning on the cover with the stimulation of electric current, the sixth chapter is about "Energetic Transfer".
This is a spell book that studies how to resurrect, and the methods used are very evil. When the caster is old, he looks for a suitable young body, cultivates and transforms it through a series of methods, then transfers all his will, and finally eliminates the soul of the young body, and takes over the nest. In Chapter 6, the vitality transfer is mentioned.
In an emergency, the blood of the young body can be used to maintain the vitality of the old mage, so that he can barely survive and persist until all cultivation is completed and meet the standards of soul transfer. This ritual comes from the research on vampires, and its effectiveness is much worse than that of vampires, and it can only hold the blood-received person to death in the last breath.
The ritual description lists a lot of side effects, but it is certain that these side effects are all aimed at the blood donor, and the blood recipient is very safe. Feiqi remembers the things inside, then brings the book and midnight, finds the tools, and then comes to the meditation room on the top of the tower. He needs a quiet place to perform this "evil" ritual, and the meditation room is the best place.
The steps of the ceremony are very simple. After all, it is a life-saving thing for urgent times. If it takes a long time to prepare, the old mage who urgently needs the ceremony will be dead. Feiqi quickly completed the preliminary work. He sat cross-legged and placed midnight on his left knee, and then needed to cut a knife in his palm to release bleeding.
He has been in a state of excitement and excitement, which has led to a trance. The rushing march and worry have made him feel dazed in front of him, and the knife is resting on his wrist.
Chapter completed!