Mystery: Mr. Witch and Ms. Hunter

Chapter 78: Why go to Serenzo Restaurant when there’s a witch watching?
"What do you want with them?" Gagran glanced at Altaïr. "Although you look good, you are probably past your expiration date for that priest."

Screw your expiration date! Altaïr cursed in his heart, but on the surface he managed to keep a straight face.

"Alright, alright, no more jokes, let's go, I'm going to remove the dream."

Gagran waved his hand to signal Altaïr to leave quickly, so Altaïr picked up the can of blood and left without looking back.

So many pieces of jewellery, all must be bought this afternoon... Artair recalled the seven pieces of jewellery listed on the list, decisively gave up the idea of ​​buying finished products directly, and prepared to make a set himself with the handicraft skills he had learned when making talismans.

The material is silver, and I don't know if there is enough in the storage room. Altaïr calculated. After all, most jewelry stores that sell anklets are owned by Intis people. Who knows what kind of mess those guys with decadent private lives will think of when they see the shopping list.

At least, at least you should never buy anklets in a jewelry store!

Altaïr reaffirmed his resolve and took a horse-drawn carriage to Champagne Street in the West End.

The shops on this street were just like their name, full of extravagance. There were six jewelry stores on the street, and the remaining shops were mostly luxury stores. Altaïr went around every store and ordered six pieces of jewelry from each of the six stores, excluding the anklet, of course.

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At three o'clock in the afternoon, Artair stood under a street tree on Champagne Street whose leaves had not yet completely fallen, staring at the bag in his hand in a daze. After about five minutes, he sighed and said:

"So expensive..."

There were six pieces of jewelry lying quietly in the bag in his hand, all of them were silver jewelry, including a necklace inlaid with a pure sapphire, a ring made of pure silver, a bracelet carved with vine patterns, teardrop-shaped crystal earrings, a hexagonal diamond brooch and flame-shaped cufflinks.

These jewels cost Altaïr thirty-four pounds and eight soli. Spending so much money at once was difficult for the usually frugal Altaïr to accept.

There is no way, this is the price of maintaining the "delayed ceremony"...

Altaïr consoled himself. During this time, while reading the books on the witch cult that Gagran brought him, he discovered that the witch's potion could indeed be consumed by drinking all of it, changing one's appearance in a short period of time. However, this was quite dangerous for a man who had become a witch, and the risk of losing control would be quite high.

For this reason, the Witch Cult finally came up with this retention ritual, taking the potion step by step over a longer period. Although this ritual requires more Black Abyss Demon Fish blood, it has one advantage: the user can use this ritual cycle to complete the recognition of the new identity on the mystical level as completely as possible. At the same time, gradually master all the abilities of this path.

If all goes well, I'll have time to say goodbye to those friends before I completely become a "witch"... Well, things that I can't take away can be left to Mr. Statham. If possible, I also want to attend the full moon banquet for Mike's child.

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By the time Altaïr finished making the anklet and returned home, it was already past seven in the evening. However, it was not until Altaïr reached the door that he remembered to take Venata to Serenzo's restaurant.

Sure enough, when he walked into the door, he saw Venata sitting in the middle of the living room, wearing a narrow waist dress that highlighted her slender figure. However, the pretty face under the fashionable rose leaf hat was now occupied by anger.

"I'm sorry, but Gagran suddenly sent the main ingredients and ritual requirements over, and asked me to drink the potion for the first time today. I went to prepare for it, so don't be so angry."

Before Venata could explode, Altaïr apologized.

Vinata's expression softened for a moment, then gradually became playful.

"No, unless you turn into a witch for me now."

Altaïr: "..."

Altaïr was forced to put on the jewelry awkwardly under Venata's curious gaze, and Venata couldn't help laughing at his embarrassment.

Ok, the first strong emotion is there, at least I am embarrassed enough now...

Altaïr resisted the urge to find a crack in the ground to crawl into, took a deep breath, and began to brew the potion according to the occult ritual.

He first added pure water, mandrake juice, daffodil juice, and shadow lizard scales to the thick-bottomed crucible in turn, letting them boil slightly in the pot. Then he opened the brass jar and slowly poured the blood of the black abyss demon fish into it.

The moment the blood left the bottle, Altaïr felt something in the thick, gelatinous blood beating slowly and steadily, like a strong heart.

The moment the blood entered the crucible, it began to boil, and Altaïr felt that the crucible in front of him would come alive in the next second. So, with the skill of a cooking master, Altaïr quickly cracked the emerald green agate peacock egg, poured the egg liquid into the pot without leaving a drop, and then put the eggshell in.

This is the material processing method required by the recipe. If the eggshell is thrown in directly, the blood of the Black Abyss Demon Fish alone will not react with the eggshell in a mysterious way.

The colorless egg white flowed into the black blood and mixed with it. Then, as the eggshell dissolved bit by bit in the mixed liquid in the pot, the color of the liquid gradually changed, producing a clear layering phenomenon, revealing a rainbow of colors. Unlike the potion that Altaïr had drunk before, the "Witch" potion did not have that sense of unity. The seven colors corresponding to the parts were clearly distinguished.

Altaïr picked up the pot of beautiful rainbow-colored potion and carefully poured it into the cup. Although the liquid that was poured out was actually of various colors, when Altaïr took the potion in his hand, the small cup of potion slowly turned orange in his hand, completing the unity of the seven colors.

Is this a peculiarity brought about by the characteristics of the Agate Peacock? Will the color of the potion change according to the color of my dominant emotions? Altaïr looked at the potion in his hand curiously, then made up his mind and gulped down the cup of orange liquid.

When Altaïr drank one seventh of the potion, the boiling potion in the pot immediately calmed down, as if it had some connection with the part he drank. Inside Altaïr's body, a mysterious force was constantly stirring, slowly transforming his body.

(End of this chapter)