Mystery: But the Witch's Path

Chapter 63 [The Witch of Pain] Vivian

So the feeling of losing control that occurred when I took the potion during my last advancement was not due to the potion's effect on me, but rather because I almost drank myself to death?

But thinking about it, it makes sense. Looking at the whole text, only those crazy ancient gods of the Second Era dared to eat like that, as one person occupies multiple non-adjacent paths.

Using an ordinary person's body to replicate their behavior, if you don't break apart on the spot, you're lucky you survived.

It seems we need to find a way to resolve this drawback as soon as possible. If that doesn't work, we can ask Adam, since he studied extraordinary properties extensively back then. If all else fails, we'll have to use the 'Dark Cross' to extract the extraordinary properties.

But that doesn't make sense. The main reason I dared to do this was the message from "Hang," and Adam had already given me a hint. The next advancement will involve entering the "Castle" to take the potion.

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The next morning, after breakfast, Altair went to his study and began writing a letter to Mrs. Anna.

Dear Mrs. Anna:

Zhan Xin'an.

Regarding the investment you proposed the other day, I have thought about it repeatedly after returning home and feel that it is feasible.

Therefore, I solemnly reply to you: I am willing to do my utmost to assist in your husband's treatment. I am now providing you with a bottle of the urgently needed medicine, "Silver Moon Cleansing Mixture," to alleviate your immediate crisis. The method of administration is as follows: Take it on an empty stomach under moonlight, and lie quietly for one hour afterward. Take 10 ml once a day for three days.

I wish you a speedy recovery, so that you may also find peace of mind.

Respectfully submitted by student Altair

August 12th

After writing and folding the letter, Altair took out an alcohol lamp, burned some beeswax, dripped it onto the seal, and stamped it with the family seal.

After the servant came in, hand him the letter and medicine and ask him to arrange for them to be sent out as soon as possible.

After being educated by Uncle Rafe and his family, Altair might now be willing to help others out of pure enthusiasm. However, his assistance to Lady Anna also has its own motives.

If it weren't for Adam's sudden appearance yesterday morning, Altair would have almost forgotten a setting about gods. Although such a thing is not necessary for demigods, it is indispensable for angels.

As an "ordinary person," I am not qualified to proselytize and have a large number of followers.

Therefore, he can only use a group of extraordinary individuals who will never betray him as 'anchors' to replace ordinary people.

On the very first night after receiving the Altair potion, Mrs. Anna gave it to her husband. After three days, he had essentially recovered.

After seven years of suffering, the body is certainly beyond recovery to its original state; we can only hope to make up for the deficiencies later.

On the morning of the fourth day, Lady Anna personally came to express her gratitude, and Altair directly stated his request: "That is, I need Lady Anna to personally help me train a group of slaves."

For Altair, transforming ordinary people into extraordinary individuals doesn't necessarily mean they will become his loyal followers. After the Eileen incident, he now prefers to train those he's bought.

Lady Anna had no objection to this matter and readily agreed to Altair's request.

Of course, Heather Grant discovered the potion the day after Altair sent it to Lady Anna. She then wrote to him repeatedly, severely reprimanding Altair's behavior and demanding that he compensate her with some amusement.

Left with no other option, Altair personally went to apologize, and only then did she stop her mischievous behavior and agree to stop sending letters.

Altair sometimes really felt that Heather Grant's behavior was just like that of a teenage girl.

All of this made Altair suspect that she might have taken the "child" potion.

During this time, Altair also consulted Owen about the reason, and his reply was: "Heather Grant is a vampire, and according to human age conversion, she is indeed still in the teenage years."

After hearing this, Altair almost knelt down before the couple on the spot. What does "calculated by age" mean? Does it mean mental maturity should also be calculated based on age?

After the incident came to an end, Altair's life returned to normal. He spent his days leisurely engaging in sexual activity and flirting with the maids.

On the morning of October 3rd, the two, having finished their morning exercise, lay naked on the bed, their private parts exposed without any attempt to conceal themselves.

Panting, Vivian seemed to sense something good and happily leaned close to Altair, whispering in his ear:

"My potion-making act is now complete."

Altair then looked at Vivian, whose face was flushed with excitement, and asked in surprise, "How could it be so fast? Didn't you say a couple of days ago that it would take a long time?"

Vivian, the person involved, shook her head and said, "I don't know why either, but I'm sure that just now, I clearly felt the feeling of completing the role."

Stroking her beautiful back, Altair casually asked, "When do you plan to advance to the level of the Witch of Pain? And do you know the materials, recipe, and ritual yet?"

"Of course everything is ready." Vivian raised her head, rested her chin on Altair's chest, and said happily, "I still have to thank you for your help, otherwise I don't know when I would have been able to complete so many new recruit training tasks."

"I plan to complete the advancement after breakfast. I prepared the main ingredients for the potion half a month ago, and I also know the recipe and ritual."

Altair, concerned, tried to dissuade him:

"Should we wait a couple more days to stabilize our condition? After all, the ritual to advance to the level of the Witch of Pain is not an easy one."

Vivian shook her head to refuse, and comforted her, "Don't worry, if I dare to say I'll advance today, it's definitely a sure thing. After all, I have you now, and I can't bear to leave this world right now."

After cuddling in bed for another half hour, Altair and Vivian got up together for breakfast. Their relationship was now like that of a couple deeply in love; they fed each other during meals, oblivious to the feelings of others.

An hour later, in the basement laboratory, Altair watched as Vivian took out: a beautiful eye, two bottles of blood of different colors, something that looked like the tip of a snake's tail, and a bottle of essential oil with 10 drops.

A potion was concocted, its dark red, almost black blood quickly turning pitch black, with occasional nauseating green foam rising from it.

She murmured, "Is this all I need?"

Vivian nodded and said, "Yes, in principle, all potions of all sequences should ideally be made using extraordinary materials."

"Because those who can advance to this level will all experience some degree of mental corruption related to extraordinary traits. But unfortunately, time is of the essence for me. There are no readily available extraordinary materials in the Witch Cult right now, and I don't want to wait, so I applied for the trait directly."

"The potion is ready. Altair, remember, after I've been burning for fifteen minutes, immediately put me down and give me the potion, or feed it to me directly."

"Now undress me and send me to the stake."

After stripping Vivian naked and tying her to the stake, Altair raised a burning torch and looked at her.

After Vivian nodded, Altair threw the torch directly onto the woodpile. As time passed, the flames grew larger and larger, and Vivian cried out in pain.

Altair looked anxiously at the pocket watch in his hand, realizing that what usually went by quickly was now dragging on endlessly.

Hearing Vivian's pitiful cries, Altair prompted, "Three more minutes, just hang in there..."

Perhaps hearing Altair's prompting, Vivian's agonizing wails turned into laughter, the sound shattering in the flames, carrying a hint of manic pleasure.

When the fifteen minutes were up, Altair rushed into the sea of ​​fire and carried Vivian out. He took out the bottle of dark green potion from his pocket and poured the liquid, which smelled of blood and decay, into her mouth.

After taking the potion, Vivian's body, which had been shattered by the burns, gradually began to shed its debris and grow new flesh.

However, perhaps due to insufficient 'medicinal potency,' the regeneration process was extremely slow. After gently placing Vivian down, Altair picked up the recovery potions that had been prepared on the table and began feeding her them, categorizing them by type.

Altair only stopped feeding Vivian after she had fully recovered.