T0 Gaming Guild Saves the World.

Chapter 143, Section 142: The Genius Witch Leads You to Poisoning
During my few days of tourism in Guangzhou, I was either eating or on my way to find food. The prison guard's treasure trove of a shop is like a gadget in Doraemon's pocket, seemingly inexhaustible.

Before going to sleep, the jailer weighed himself.

As expected, my weight loss results this month have been halved.

"When you're out having fun, don't worry about such trivial matters."

The four original bodies, who shared a room with him, calmly took a sip of their soda.

The cool, carbonated soda made him burp contentedly.

What a wonderful indulgence.

After graduation, he continued to turn like a gear, never stopping for a moment.

Even when he has a rare day off, he's too lazy to go out and squeeze into crowds. Staying home and playing games is the most cost-effective way to relax and de-stress.

This trip to Guangzhou to meet everyone gave him a completely new experience.

The jailer, unwilling to give up, weighed himself again. After taking off the scale, he sighed, "I feel like I've eaten more fries than I have, so why am I not gaining weight?"

"After all, people's physical constitutions cannot be generalized."

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"People's physical constitutions cannot be generalized."

"The same potent poison can kill ordinary people, but it may not be able to kill hybrids and eliminate the puppet."

“For nobles like Narum, 80% of their servants are puppets, and the remaining 20% ​​are contract slaves who are loyal to him. To get rid of them, we’ll have to use some drastic measures!”

Mint picked up a spider, about the size of her palm, that was still lively and put it into the mortar. She skillfully pounded it, extracting a thick, stringy, purplish-black liquid. She smelled the odor, checked the transparency, and nodded repeatedly in satisfaction.

When the boundary between the virtual and real worlds was launched, Mint's work was not yet finished. She used the money everyone had earned to buy a lot of random materials, which filled the warehouse.

Some creatures broke free of the net and crawled out of a wooden box labeled "Mint Only." The puppets quickly captured them, otherwise the boundary between reality and illusion would have witnessed their pristine guild turn into an unwanted insect nest...

The potion-making continued, but Mint was not satisfied with her first result. She felt the toxins were not potent enough, not stimulating enough, and not fast enough. She wanted to add more ingredients.

The entire potion workshop echoed with the strange cries of various bizarre monsters, and was filled with a strange and pungent odor...

The once adorable Mint sat there, but now she looked like an evil god descended from heaven. The firelight reflected on her cheerful little face, and her little monsters screamed as they were reduced to ashes...

Previously, when brewing relatively normal potions, Mint's art style was quite normal.

This time, the intensity needed to be increased, and Mint instantly reminded everyone that she was a "witch".

"What's wrong with you all?" Mint looked up and found everyone staring blankly.

"Do the witches in the academy also concoct medicine like this?"

“That’s right.” Mint held the scorpion’s tail, which was still moving after being processed, “If you don’t have the guts to process all kinds of special materials, you won’t pass the pharmacist’s comprehensive evaluation.”

"Sigh, this time the materials are urgently needed, and there's no way to schedule processing in advance, so I have to do it myself," Mint grumbled.

"Um, can I ask you what the most unusual and bizarre material you've ever handled in the academy is?" The jailer's curiosity was piqued.

"The most bizarre..."

The moment she stopped, a strangely shaped scorpion escaped from the mortar.

The wind element's sharp blade precisely shredded it into eight pieces, and Mint picked out the parts she needed and threw them into the mortar, continuing to ponder.

"The first thing that comes to mind is the 'winged deer'," she said. "The winged deer is not a deer; it has the wings of a moth and the body of a horse. If it eats special food, it will grow spectacular antlers, hence its name."

After a brief explanation, Mint highlighted the key points.

The term "crystallization of the winged deer" is a euphemism used by pharmacists to refer to winged deer feces.

Winged deer are large and robust, and they eat a lot at once, so their excrement is naturally quite spectacular.

After consuming certain foods, the body metabolizes them and produces catalysts needed by pharmacists to concoct potions.

therefore……

Despite the glamorous appearance of the witches in the academy, most of them who choose potion-making will be guided by their instructors to process a [Winged Deer Crystal].

The physical condition of a winged deer often leads to different states of "crystallization".

Mint was relentlessly suppressed by that noble genius at the academy for a whole year, unable to catch her breath, with only one happy memory.

Regardless of their status, everyone sat at the same table to process the crystals.

Her winged deer, however, had a digestive system that was somewhere between good and bad.

Mint witnessed firsthand her transformation from being full of confidence to disbelief, then to looking ashen-faced, and finally to having lifeless eyes.

The jailer unintentionally asked Mint about something that made her happy, although just hearing it made her a little...

Oh well, if Mint is happy, then they're happy too.

The dolls, including Garlic Sprout, strictly followed the training plan formulated by Jiang Heyi to strengthen Mint's combat abilities.

With the help of the arena at the boundary between reality and illusion, her strength improved by leaps and bounds.

In terms of learning and adaptation, "genius" is not just something Mint boasts about.

Once we control the Great Library on the tenth floor of the Clear Ones, the day when Mint returns to school won't be far off.

It took a whole day to finish adding the mint.

According to the game's timeline, there were still three hours until dawn, a time when people are most tired and sleepy. Narum's mansion in Cyon was located on the outskirts of the city, and he avoided associating with "lower classes," maintaining the purity of his nobility—a classic practice among some of the old Anar nobles.

But this also makes it easier to define the boundary between the real and virtual worlds.

If the residence is located within the city-state, there is also the risk of alerting others.

The magic circle at Narum Mansion has a very high defense coefficient, making it difficult to break through with ordinary magic attacks. However, Mint simply took out a scroll and slapped it on the magic circle, and a gap large enough for one person to pass through was formed.

There was no alarm triggered; it was as easy as taking out a key and opening your own front door.

"Where did you get this good stuff? It must be expensive, right?" Jiang Heyi couldn't help but ask after easily infiltrating the area.

"When I came here with you last time, I casually sensed the traces left by the operation of the magic circle. I noted down the pattern, went to the black market in Xiangfeng City, found a famous alchemist, and created it."

"Huh?" Everyone at the boundary between the virtual and real worlds had question marks on their heads.

"What? I told you I'm a genius, now you believe me, right?" Mint snorted.

"So, what was the meaning of your last murmur about wanting to blow up this manor?"

“Yes, back then I figured out the pattern of the magic circle, the personnel configuration of the manor, and was thinking about what dosage of magic potion to use to create a spectacular fireworks display.” Mint chuckled. “I also support your plan to poison them. For nobles like this, their businesses should be blown to bits!”

Jiang Heyi couldn't help but shudder.

Mint had been bullied by that arrogant nobleman for a whole year, and she harbored a lot of resentment.

Narum has caught up with the situation; before taking revenge on the main culprit, he can have some fun with him first.

"The patrols are carried out by puppet guards, led by a half-human, half-human hybrid. However, since nothing has happened for years, they are very perfunctory. On the day we visited, a butler was scolding the half-human for slacking off."

"At this point in time, it would be strange if they didn't slack off. Without the correction of the half-blooded demi-human, the puppets will only patrol back and forth along the planned route. As long as they don't make any strange noises, you can act with confidence."

As if visiting a familiar friend's house, Mint quickly located a flowing water source using her mental map. She made no attempt to hide it and walked forward confidently.

He took out various jars from the large backpack behind the squid, mixed them together, and shook them violently. The potion became cloudy, and the bottle walls became hot.

The four progenitors, who were keeping watch, then asked, "How long do the sugar pills we took before setting off last?"

The sugar pills were an antidote that Mint had prepared in advance for everyone.

"It will take about five hours, or at most five hours." Mint glanced at everyone. "Get ready, I'll get started."

As Jiang Heyi nodded, the potion, the size of an oxygen tank, poured into the stream.

The mosquito coil-like cakes began to smolder and were set up near the water source.

Every water source along the way fell victim to their wickedness.

The jailer scratched his head: "What's wrong with me...?"

"What do you feel?" Orange Tea asked.

"It feels like we're exterminating cockroaches..." the jailer asked in a low voice, "Will there be thick smoke when the potion takes effect?"

“Hmm, how did you know?” Mint turned around. “It’s pale blue at first, then it slowly turns white, and finally it becomes colorless.”

As they approached the mansion, the boundary between the virtual and real worlds ceased to be arrogantly displayed, and for the first time, they began to respect the instance, crouching low and moving forward swiftly.

The big black rat was very adaptable to the rhythm. She merrily moved around, showing everyone the route of the puppet patrol, constantly correcting their direction, and leading them into the mansion one by one through the second-floor balcony with its open window.

Mint lit a row of potions on the balcony and entered the room, only to find everyone already groping around.

This appears to be the office of Narum's steward, Joseph. A large mahogany desk is piled high with books, and unorganized letters are covered by a popular novel called "Tales of the Snow Mountains."

This is a fantasy novel based on the Snow Mountain of the Screamers, and the part where Joseph makes bookmarks is quite interesting.

The villains, who wantonly harmed the spirit of the snow mountain, saw a strange snowfall descending from the sky.

Fries caught a glimpse of a special letter; it came from Narum, the capital of Anna.

"The snow mountain is big enough to bury many people. Whether they are adventurers or snow tree spirits, we should clean them up thoroughly and not let anyone have any clues pointing to us."

"Do not transport the secretly collected anti-magic crystals back; leave the rest there for now."

"His Majesty is increasingly dissatisfied with the old men who are blocking his consolidation of power, but he still wants to maintain the balance of factions. If we understand this, we can still play both sides."

Connecting everything that happened on the snowy mountain, Jiang Heyi gradually pieced together the cause and effect of this plot.

"This is……"

Mint found a letter that Joseph had written to Narum but never sent.

"The massacre went very smoothly. Three members of the Snow Tree Spirit tribe were wiped out, and one member of the Snow Fox tribe was wiped out."

"The clearing of scattered tribes went smoothly, all under the pretext of attacking trade routes."

Mint gritted her teeth: "Damn bastards! This is clearly a trick they and the royal family orchestrated themselves, a cover-up that will cause innocent snow mountain creatures to bleed like rivers!"

"Shameless! Despicable!"

As she spoke, she casually tossed a large plate of pancake-shaped potions out the window.

"You all die!"

A highly toxic fog suddenly burst forth.

The sluggish magic array alarm mechanism finally realized that an uninvited guest had appeared in the mansion.

　I feel a little better, but not completely. Anyway, let's eat something first, everyone.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)