Can the sadness that magic cannot take away be offset by love?

Where there is intelligent life, there is no escape from social interaction. Her name in the dungeon is not concealed, it is "Iris".

The local language of Kakaar is also one of the common languages ​​​​of the Kingdom of Aaron, and there are naturally many people who like iris flowers. It is not uncommon to name children after flowers, as long as it does not sound vulgar and embarrassing.

In short, there are not many girls named Iris on the streets, but there are definitely no shortage of them.

It was too coincidental that "Iris" and "Green" came together, so she never revealed her first surname of "Green", even if it was a fake first surname.

Everyone just calls her "Iris."

No one will check your ID in the dungeon. You can use whatever your name is. Outside the dungeon, she is "Esilia", which makes her inconspicuous when combined with "Green".

*

Iris pushed open the wooden door of her residence, walked to a medicine shop in Lawrence Underground City, knocked on the door, waited patiently for half a minute, and then kicked the door open.

The white-bearded old man's hand holding the medicinal soup shook, and two drops of the medicinal juice splashed out, falling on the girl's face with her eyes closed tightly on the bed.

With a face full of pain, the old man took out a wet wipe and carefully wiped the girl's face clean, then turned his head and glared at her:

"Don't you know, be gentler! The bigger you are, the less polite you are."

Iris smiled indifferently:

"You said it yourself, you shouldn't kick the door after half a minute of knocking."

She sat down on another chair beside the bed and observed the girl on the bed for a while.

The girl was only half the height of Iris, with pale skin and bloodless lips. Her clothes and hair were very clean and tidy. She was wearing pink pajamas with strawberries printed on them, and her body exuded the fragrance of shower gel.

"My complexion is much better than before."

She was telling the truth.

"You don't have to say that."

The old man blew his beard, snorted, and didn't care too much about her.

Iris casually placed the wooden box containing a pill on the table, but the old man took the wooden box into his arms lovingly, looked left and right for a long time, and then put the space magic weapon away.

The girl's name is Zoya, the old man's granddaughter. She was seriously injured by a forbidden magician and fell into a coma. She relied on the pills Iris made for her to survive.

As a reward, the old man needs to collect the medicinal materials she needs for her, and sometimes help her do other things. She will consider the value of the medicinal materials and the seriousness of the matter to make up the money for him.

"What are you going to get this time?"

The old man asked while giving medicine to his precious granddaughter.

Listening to the names of the materials she reported, the old man felt obviously better.

"Oh, that's good. You kid finally listened to my advice. It's past time for a blood transfusion... No more Loris potion? When are you going to invite the old man to dinner?"

The old man asked with a smile and narrowed his eyes.

Iris thought seriously for a while and said:

"If I haven't died after this blood exchange, we will celebrate together."

The old man immediately lowered his face:

"It doesn't matter whether you celebrate or not. Just in case, can you give me the pill formula for safekeeping first?"

Iris crossed her arms:

"It's a beautiful thought."

After rinsing the empty bowl with water, the old man pulled the quilt for his granddaughter and turned off the crescent-shaped heating lamp on the bedside.

"How come today's little girls like such expensive things? It's just a broken lamp. They even whisper in their dreams that they want..."

The old man said angrily, turning his head around as if looking for something.

Iris lowered her head and pointed to the iron box under the bed:

"Are you looking for this?"

"Ai, you young people still have good eyesight... let's change to a full moon tonight, it will be perfect and auspicious."

Iris watched the old man sorting through dozens of spare lampshades with varying degrees of roundness and missing parts, and interjected:

"No, find one that's not so round. The moon waxes and wanes."

The old man slapped his head:

"Yes! You can't choose something that's too round..."

The old man held the lampshade he had selected and looked at the lamp holder for a moment. He frowned, found his glasses and put them on. Then he came closer and looked at the lamp for a moment. He gently placed the lampshade on the lamp holder and twisted it around, his head almost All attached to the lampshade.

Iris thought funny in her heart, no one would believe that this kind-hearted old man was behind half of the forbidden potion material resources in Lawrence Dungeon, and no one would believe that this old man was a famous orthodox healer a few years ago. Pharmacist.

But even though he had saved countless humans and non-human beings, and even though he had given up his past reputation and principles, he still couldn't find a way to save his granddaughter.

She used to buy forbidden medicinal materials at the old man's medicine shop, and the two became acquaintances over time. The old man saw that the medicinal materials she bought were becoming more and more rare and expensive, and the magic potions she could refine were becoming more and more efficient and complex, so he asked her to take a look. The condition of my granddaughter.

The old man promised that if she could help Zoya even a little bit, he would give her a huge discount in the future.

Iris pondered Zoya's situation for a long time and came up with a pill that could slowly reduce the erosion of forbidden magic in her body. As long as it lasted long enough, Zoya might recover and wake up.

She also used this pill to "coerce and induce" the old man to work for her for so many years.

"Is Feng in the store these two days?"

"I saw him wandering around in the sky this morning."

"Okay, I'll go find him."

"Go, go, don't bother the old man."

After Iris finished picking out the materials and walked to the door, she heard a faint whisper from the old man:

"Don't really die."

Iris smiled at the ever-changing moonlight outside the door and waved her hand to the person behind her.

After coming out of the medicine shop, she searched around and caught a little boy with bat wings who was resting on a street lamp.

"It's time to go to work and reinforce my storage."

The sleepy boy turned over to see her face clearly, flew up with a "swish", and then landed in front of her.

"Eeeeeeeee, Sir Iris? You, you, you, you are back..."

The boy trembled his lips and said:

"Then let's go back to the store."

The boy led her to the store. Iris untied the collar that covered her throat. The boy stood on the high stool and looked at the condition of the storage device, and then said:

"It's pretty good. Do you need to reinforce it?"

Iris nodded and glanced around casually:

"The anti-detection function should also be strengthened."

The bat-winged boy at work didn't stutter at all. He explained all the precautions very smoothly, and then repaired the storage device on her neck as she requested.

The little boy with black hair and red eyes jumped down from the stool, flapped his wings, and raised his head obediently:

"Three million Asian coins are reinforced, twenty-five million Asian coins are strengthened to prevent detection, and twenty million Asian coins are wiped out. Thank you."

Iris smiled warmly at her:

"Thank you."

The boy had tears in his eyes:

"I want to thank you."

Thank you for not killing me.

In the first month that Iris lived in Lawrence Dungeon, her left arm was torn off alive by this bat. After that, he took the initiative to trouble her five times. She was still young among humans at that time. Iris was helpless against this old monster that had lived for more than three hundred years.

The old monster regarded tearing off her arms, poisoning her, choking her throat, etc. as "just teasing children", until Iris came to the house one day and tore off two beautiful black bat wings and took them He made a collection of specimens, and every time he met the boy, he would show the boy his bat wing specimens regardless of the existence of surrounding creatures...

The old monster finally turned into a cute little boy.

Iris touched a spot on her neck where a storage device the size of a grain of sand had been surgically implanted. Enid bought her a storage device when she was a child. She later moved the storage device from her left hand to her left hand. To the neck.

Considering that there is a risk that the storage device will be removed after the limbs are cut off, it is safer to put it in the neck.

If the neck is removed from her body, she doesn't have to worry about the storage device.

With nothing to do for a moment, she patted the little boy's head. Little Bat takes good care of his hair, making it soft and smooth to the touch.

The little bat remained motionless and allowed her to flatten and round it, blinking its big, moist and clear eyes:

"Is there anything you have to do when you come back this time?"

This female devil took her people and returned as soon as they left, not just to continue to oppress them... Only after experiencing freedom can you understand the beauty of freedom!

Iris put her chin on her hands and tilted her head to look at him:

"It's not about flying to a streetlight and sleeping."

The little bat felt aggrieved visibly.

"There was a gang fight some time ago?"

"Yes, they were very lively when you were away. They all went to Kakar's side. It's really brave of a skilled man... Do you want to take action?"

"No one pays my taxes."

"Ah... Of course, your opinion comes first."

After enjoying the service of a shoulder rub and a back rub while repairing the storage unit, the gray-haired magician left the dark shop feeling refreshed.