Chapter 23 (1/2)

Translator: La0o9  Editor: La0o9

This was a little girl about 10 years of age. She had a beautiful head of flowing blond hair, if only a bit messy, the clothes she was wearing were full of patches. Her face was dirtied with black and grey ash that made her look like she was pretending to be a boy.

If one carefully looked at her face, one would find that she looked inhumanly pretty. Having inherited her parent’s best points, she was born with a natural aura that caused others to trust her.

This little girl that looked like she was pretending to be a boy was Isabella and Jacob’s daughter, Nala Dakmi.

Chris stood from afar, observing the pair of mother and daughter. He was wearing a hat attached to a piece of cloth that wrapped around his face, concealing his scar. At the same time, he was also wearing a thick robe that concealed the various tokens he always carried around.

After a few moments of observation, Chris suddenly scowled, let go of his scarf and began to breathe rhythmically. His body harmonized with his surroundings, almost as if he was melting into thin air before exhaling a long breath, as if to expel something from his body.

“Negary” Chris once again covered his face and mouth with his scarf, doing everything he could to avoid direct contact with the air around himself, silently thinking to himself: “I need to inform Augustin as soon as possible, I can’t believe this Evil Spirit has already grown to this extent”

“So he was able to expel it from his body” Wang Yuan observed Chris’ actions through an infected person’s gaze and praised him.

The entirety of Reystromia was his territory, even if he accepted a large number of outsiders, with Wang Yuan’s personality of wanting to dominate everything, how could he not have an eye everywhere?

[Diffuse] germs, this bacteria didn’t have the strongest infectivity or unique power, the only praiseworthy point about it was its great reproductive power and stability.

And currently, the [Diffuse] germs had spread to every corner of Reystromia, making it so that any person who lived here was basically living inside a sea of germs. Everything they breathe, eat, and drink was mixed with the germs without fail.

The infectivity of these germs weren’t particularly powerful, so it took an average of 2 weeks for a normal healthy person to thoroughly be infected with these germs, and even if they were infected, nothing would happen to them. At most, these germs would cause their stamina to drain a bit faster than normal, other than that, it posed no harm to the human body.

However, the [Diffuse] germs had extremely impressive stickiness. Once a person becomes infected, it would be nearly impossible to remove these germs. As soon as they entered a human body, these germs would quickly adapt to the host’s constitution, multiply and spread to every corner of the host’s body, and form a symbiotic relationship with them.

Getting rid of these germs meant that the host must cleanse themselves thoroughly from inside to outside, and such a person would be not too far away from death. What Chris had been doing within this environment full of germs was periodically expelling the germs that entered his body like he did earlier.

“That rhythmic breathing method, is that the rumoured [Respiratory Art]?” Wang Yuan recalled the strange breathing rhythm that Chris used, questioning the essence of this power.

[Respiratory Art] was one of the few supernatural powers of this world. The information Wang Yuan obtained these past years had only ever briefly mentioned the existence of such a power.

Apparently, very few aristocrats or royal families still hold this method of cultivation. Through sensing the rhythm of all things and a unique breathing method, one would harmonize themselves with this rhythm and enter a heightened state that improved one’s senses.

Otherwise, how could a living mortal like Chris sense the microscopic germs inside his body and successfully expel them?