abnormal mutation

Chapter 20 Moonlight Spider Silk Frost

A fragrant breeze wafted over, and Julia lifted Roland's hair to examine his features closely: "His features are alright, he lives up to the reputation of a handsome man from the North, but he's too thin."

"Handsome Men of the North" doesn't refer to Roland, but rather is a term of endearment for the male race of the Sauron in the North. Sauron men are tall, with defined features, smooth skin, and no hair loss, and are renowned throughout the Sid Empire.

Julia circled around Roland, her gaze intense, frequently landing on his chest, abdomen, and back, making Roland feel as if he were sitting on pins and needles.

"Come in with me, let me see your injury." Julia suddenly entered the bedroom and beckoned to Roland.

"Thank you, it's not serious. I can just apply some medicine myself." Roland shook his head firmly. His senses were sharp, and he had already noticed something was wrong.

When the two first met, Julia's attitude changed several times. Now, her eyes were burning with passion, almost melting him. Roland didn't know why, but he knew it was definitely not hormones.

"Disobedient."

Before he could finish speaking, a pale hand suddenly appeared on Roland's chest, grabbing his clothes and pulling them inside with such force that it lifted his feet off the ground.

Suddenly, he felt a cloud of light, and the light dimmed. With a thud, he was slammed onto the bedroom floor. Fortunately, there were wooden planks and a carpet, so it didn't hurt too much. However, due to the effort he put in, the wounds on his torso reopened.

A storm raged within him. How could a girl possess such power, unless she were an extraordinary being? The two wolf-like mercenaries were restless, ready to rush out and rescue their master at any moment.

"Don't move. Aunt Mia told me about your condition, and I need to examine you carefully," Yulia's words rang in Roland's ears, carrying a warm breath.

"Are you an extraordinary being?" Roland reassured the two wolves; he needed to further assess the woman's intentions.

“Hmm, I am an extraordinary individual with the apothecary pathway.” Yulia sat down next to Roland, holding a medicine jar in her left hand. “My aunt has spoken, so I can’t ignore it. Take off your clothes.”

"There's really no need..."

“You’re tainted. If there’s anyone in Ice River Town who can save you, it’s me.” Yulia grabbed his clothes, ready to do it herself.

"I'll do it myself." Roland was a little flustered. At this moment, he felt that the enemy was easier to deal with than some of his own people who claimed to be good to him.

He quietly had the two wolves hide, then unbuckled his belt and took off all his shirts, revealing crisscrossing scars with blood overflowing, staining half his chest red.

The holster was piled up with the clothes, and Yulia seemed not to notice it.

"Is it okay now?" Roland lay on the soft carpet, his gaze moving upwards. In the dim light, the woman's curves were stunning, and her thigh pressed against his waist... was burning hot.

There was no response. The woman leaned down, her eyes darting around, scanning the strong male body and the shocking wounds inch by inch.

“That’s right, Auntie was right about you.” Yulia’s voice became unusually serious.

She wasn't some naive canary; she knew what such injuries meant. The man before her had probably faced death more than once, yet he hadn't let her aunt be in danger—such fortitude and loyalty were rare indeed.

"Just a little bit of hardship," Roland replied casually, pursing his lips. After all, he wasn't the one being tortured.

"Ah……"

A finger landed heavily on his chest, the pain almost causing him to lose his breath.

"Don't move."

A few slightly cool fingers rested on Roland's chest, moving and caressing him little by little. This time, they didn't use force, but they gave him a strong sense of pressure and crisis, causing his muscles to tense up in response.

'Could this be the legendary spirituality?' he muttered to himself. This state made him feel very insecure, and he didn't know if the two wolves could react in time at the crucial moment.

"sit up."

Roland sat up straight and this time examined his back, much faster than before.

A moment later, he felt a small hand push open his pants and probe inside his skin. He was startled and grabbed the restless hand.

Their eyes met, and perhaps sensing Roland's insistence, the woman withdrew her hand and said regretfully, "Alright."

"What are you looking for?" Roland stared intently into her eyes. He didn't understand the extraordinary, but he knew that Nightmare resided in the Spirit Realm, so how much use could a physical examination possibly be?

"There are many types of Nightmare Killing Techniques, including spells and curses. Nightmare also anchors targets in various ways. The simplest is through a medium and physical marking, followed by bloodline, while the more difficult method is targeting the soul."

Now that we've ruled out media and physical marking, the problem is more complicated than we imagined. Yulia rarely explained so much.

Roland suspected her motives were impure; perhaps the Twin Wolf mercenaries had already been exposed, and her true intentions lay elsewhere. He wasn't sure if Grandma Mia was worried he wouldn't act rashly, or if Julia had acted on impulse; in any case, it was probably a test.

He hadn't expected the Twin Wolf Beasts to be so poor at concealment, or perhaps it was because he was just an ordinary person and couldn't withstand the detection of an extraordinary individual.

"Is there any other way?" Roland felt that it was normal for ordinary people to show fear and worry about nightmares.

Yulia pondered, "If we can't find the person behind it all, the best way is to find an Extraordinary who is good at fighting in dreams to enter your dream and kill Nightmare directly. But it's very difficult. Ordinary low-sequence Extraordinary are no match for Nightmare."

As she spoke, she took out three vials of potion: "This is the Water of Dreamlessness. Drink a small sip before bed, but don't drink too much. It will ensure you have no dreams all night and temporarily shield you from the Nightmare's pursuit."

"Thank you," Roland said sincerely, even though he wouldn't drink it.

“I’ll figure something out.” Yulia lifted the jar beside her, revealing a faintly glowing blue ointment inside. “Lie down and apply the medicine.”

"I'll go back and do it myself." Roland pulled his clothes over his shoulders.

“Take it back? Moonshine Spider Silk Frost, ever heard of it?” Yulia held the medicine pot with a playful look on her face. “A healing potion, one of the few potions that ordinary people can use. Those hunters kneeling in front of me, they couldn’t even smell a trace of it.”

After saying that, she got up and left, took out another medicine jar from the cabinet in the corner, and walked slowly to Roland, one in each hand.

"This is a regular ointment that Aunt Mia asked me for. I'll give you a choice: choose one of the two. I never like to make things difficult for others."

Roland was taken aback, not expecting Julia to be so generous. He ripped off his clothes and lay down on the carpet with a thud.

"Thank you." He felt that one should have principles; one couldn't just give up money for the sake of saving face.

"Hahahaha..." Yulia laughed so hard that her hair flew up and her fair face flushed red, making her look radiant. "Auntie is wrong. You're not as honest as you think."

"..." Roland's face flushed slightly, a little embarrassed, though it wasn't very noticeable in the dim light of the room. His injuries were quite severe, and they had indeed caused him a lot of trouble; who wouldn't want to recover quickly?

Thump, thump. Yulia walked up to him with a small bag, knelt down, and looked very serious, as if she were a different person.

She reached out and pulled, and the bag unfolded like pages of a book, revealing dozens of tools inside: scissors, tweezers, knives, gauze, and an unidentified liquid...

Roland was a little apprehensive, but Julia's movements were skillful and professional, inexplicably giving people a sense of trust.

She first cleaned the wounds on her chest and abdomen with an unknown liquid and tools, then used some kind of translucent glue to reposition the large wounds, followed by applying a thin layer of glowing magic potion, and finally wrapping it tightly with gauze.

The injuries on his face were less severe, but Julia treated them with even greater care, tearing open several scabbed wounds, causing Roland to gasp in pain.

What's worse, Yulia is lying on top of him, her high nose less than 20 centimeters from his face, her warm breath brushing against his face, her fragrance assaulting his nostrils, and the old bachelor's body reacts.

He closed his eyes, steadied his breathing, and cleared his mind, finally managing to finish applying the ointment. The pain from the wound subsided, and his face and chest felt warm and comfortable, gradually easing the embarrassment.

“Perfect.” Julia smiled as she looked Roland over, seemingly very satisfied with her masterpiece.

"Phew—" Roland quickly got up, grabbed his clothes, and put them on one by one. Then he bowed solemnly and said, "Thank you, Ms. Julia."

“Oh, ma’am?” Yulia crossed her arms, raised an eyebrow, and gave a half-smile.

"Um... Auntie."

Roland felt that his call was more sincere, after all, he had just received a favor from the other party.

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