The Bloodkin's Pursuit

Fortunately, the footsteps did not stop outside the door. Instead, they headed farther down the corridor. After rounding the corner, they gradually faded away.

"Oh~"

Shade let out a long breath. He swept his gaze around the room and found that aside from being smaller, its layout was quite similar to the rooms on the third floor. It's just that besides Shade and Bernhardt, there was also a skinny little dwarf in the room.

It wore a robe that looked like tattered cloth and stood by the window holding a bamboo pole. A small Kerosene Lamp hung from the tip of the pole.

"Thank you."

Shade softly thanked Mr. Bernhardt. The latter shook his head, and only then did Shade notice that the Bloodkin was injured as well. Due to his race, Armand Bernhardt was the sort of person with rather pale skin, but his complexion was now bluish. Purple veins stood out starkly on the back of his hands and face—clear symptoms of poisoning.

"Do you have an antidote potion? Blood poison."

Leaning against the wall, he slowly sat down on the carpet. Opening the door for Shade just now had already exhausted the last of his strength. If he had not opened it, he probably would not have been able to hold on much longer by himself.

"Bloodkin can get infected by blood poison too?"

Shade muttered to himself, then shook his head.

"No potions, but I have an antidote spell. Wait a moment."

He found the container holding water in his pocket and lightly tapped it with a finger, making the Blasphemy spiritual light flicker. Then he lifted the lower half of his mask and drank deeply, using it to treat the internal injuries caused by the impact of power.

Afterward, he poured the remaining water over