I'm a proper student; I only take nine kinds of potions every day.

"Now I have to like it!"

Just as the two were suppressing their laughter, they could see that Princess Sap's bloated and obese body was completely rotting.

Although due to some special forces, her body did not directly rot into a pool of pus.

But at this point, his skin was pitted and purplish-black, and he was beyond dead.

With Princess Sap's death, the witch's phantom immediately announced: "The winner of this potion duel: Hill Reinhardt!"

After the victory was announced, the phantom disappeared.

At the same time, an invisible force acted on Princess Sap's body, and several orbs of light appeared.

Then Hill was seen moving her body quickly, breaking off all the ice on her body in no time.

In the blink of an eye, Hill, who had just been frozen pale, returned to her previous bright red and alluring appearance.

Then her head flew straight over and swallowed those orbs of light.

Immediately afterwards, the people sitting around applauded.

Princess Sap's death did not elicit any regret.

Not to mention that Pilsner's face was full of delight, even the knight guard, who was a local native, curled his lip in disdain.

It seems everyone thinks it's good that this guy died!

As the applause subsided, Hill stood up, looked around, and said loudly, "Since this victory belongs to me..."

"That means I've become the owner of that tavern!"

"So, I welcome you all to visit my tavern again in the future!"

Everyone nodded in agreement upon hearing this: "We'll definitely come!"

"The Sage Witch's Tavern will surely become a dazzling new star in the entire Dreamland in the future!"

……

Amidst the compliments of the crowd, Hill forcefully dragged Evan, the naive and bewildered potions apprentice, out of the room.

Just then, the hazy, alluring witch's voice rang out again.

"Your naiveté and blind obedience have earned you everyone's approval."

"The important people have all discovered that you are a naive apprentice who lacks your own opinions and is easily blinded by beauty."

"Little guy! Keep up your act!"

After hearing this, Ivan could roughly guess that the strangely dressed guys on the table were probably local NPCs.

Lost in thought, Hill and Ivan had already left the castle.

The moment Evan stepped out of the castle, he heard strange roars and screams coming from the town, which was already shrouded in night.

There were even some incredibly eerie tearing and swallowing sounds.

The once bustling cobblestone street is now pitch black, with only a few scattered, ghostly lights flickering in the distance.

"Witch! It's too dangerous here at night! Let's stay in the castle for the night!" Evan said fearfully.

As he spoke, he turned his head and was surprised to find that the crazy senior sister from before had now transformed back into the valiant and capable senior sister he knew before.

Hill's lips curled slightly, and his chin lifted smugly: "No need for that!"

Then she grabbed Evan's hand...

Whoosh!

In that instant, Ivan felt as if he were traversing through some insane hell.

The entire process took less than 0.001 seconds, yet he heard countless distorted roars and whispers.

When he came to his senses again, he found himself in a tavern with a distinctly medieval style.

The entire tavern is about 150 square meters in size, with bluestone floors and a dozen or so solid wood tables and chairs on both sides.

To the left is a wooden door that is now closed, and to the right is an L-shaped bar.

There were no extra decorations around, and the wooden walls were bare, like a newly renovated, unfinished house.

Ivan blinked: "This is..."

Before Evan could react, Hill suddenly opened her arms and hugged him.

He then buried her head in his neck and took a deep breath.

He looks like a lovesick man embracing a young, innocent girl.

Ah~ this taste is so familiar!

Hill's voice carried a hint of emotion and reminiscence.

Evan asked nervously, "Witch, please don't do this, I'm scared."

"What on earth happened?"

Hill raised her hand and tapped her head, then the strange expression vanished instantly, and she returned to the Hill that Ivan knew, speaking gently in her voice.

"Don't worry, Evan, this tavern is now my territory!"

"No one can hurt you here."

Evan blinked. "Could it be that Hill has finally come to the tavern she's loyal to?!"

Hill nodded proudly: "You can understand it that way too!"

Evan grabbed Hill's pale hand and asked anxiously, "Hill, what happened?"

Hill stood tall and straight, and you could see the expression on her face change several times in that instant, sometimes heroic and valiant, sometimes bizarre and insane.

She tapped her head again, then her expression returned to that of a familiar urban professional.

"Sorry, I haven't mastered controlling my new talent yet."

Ivan was taken aback: "A new talent?"

Hill hummed in agreement: "When I acquired the Witch's Talent, my heart was filled with anger and despair."

"Then, relying on this talent, I retained all my rationality, seriousness, gentleness and other relatively normal and positive consciousness as my true self."

"It merges all the madness, recklessness, and ruthlessness with the mind, and encapsulates it into a mask of consciousness."

"I will activate this witch mask when I need to use witch powers, which is what you see."

As she spoke, her head and body separated again: "My soul and body are mine, but I have transformed my head into a witch's mask."

Ivan nodded knowingly: "I understand. Controlled schizophrenia, using one's extreme emotions as a weapon against the enemy."

Hill nodded, then took a deep breath and said.

"But no matter which version of me it is, I've already given up all those formalities! I feel exceptionally good right now! Exceptionally great!"

As he spoke, Hill's mind returned to that wild and crazy posture. He grabbed Evan and pressed the burly Evan against the beer table in a reverse position.

Her long, silver hair hung down naturally, each strand seemingly possessing its own life, as she gently stroked Evan's hair and cheeks.

Their foreheads met, and Ivan could clearly see the pores on her fair and beautiful face, as well as the comfort and ease behind her golden vertical pupils!

Looking at Hill at this moment, Evan recalled a precise image in his mind: Harley Quinn!

However, at this moment, Hill exuded a more mysterious and oppressive allure and profundity.

"Little brother, would you like to taste the witch's flavor?"

The witch Hill's words were low and sexy, and just listening to them gave people endless imagination and allure.

At the same time, an indescribable, unique fragrance wafted over.

This fragrance is not a conventional scent, but rather a quality emanating from spirituality.

Just smelling this special scent will automatically bring up the corresponding words in your mind.

Elegant, hazy, beautiful...

Evan, who had long since become an eight-testicle warrior, couldn't stand this kind of sound.

Then, Ivan did a somersault and turned around to pin Hill down.

He swallowed hard, trying to control his lust, and made the final confirmation.

"Dear senior sister, are you sure? It doesn't seem like we're at the right time yet, do we?"

"Your junior brother here isn't a good person, you can't stand being tested!"

Hill, maintaining her witch-like demeanor, whispered, "There are many reasons, but the main one is that I need to form a deep spiritual bond with you, so that you can become my anchor in the real world."

After a pause, Hill grabbed Evan and put his arm around him, his voice trembling slightly in his unrestrained manner.

"And another thing! When I was arrested, I was filled with fear and despair. I was betrayed by my closest relatives."

"My heart is filled with rage, resentment, and madness! I want to kill those stupid bastards..."

"I even want to kill myself right now, so they'll feel guilty for the rest of their lives!!"

The witch Hill's voice at this moment was as venomous as a witch's.

The next second, Hill's expression changed, and she sighed normally, "But I have too many things I can't let go of..."

"At that moment, many things came to mind: my teacher's expectations, Richard and the others' concerns, the beauty of the world..."

"But in the end, everything was frozen in your smile, which was as bright as sunshine."

“We haven’t known each other for very long, but it seems that because of the teacher’s divination, I have always had special…expectations and feelings for you.”

"I thought we would go through more before we got to this point..."

As she spoke, she held Evan in her hands, the dignified urban woman now filled with tenderness and approval.

“I am not opposed to this step coming sooner than expected.”

"Especially since you actually came all this way for me!"

Then, she wrapped her arms around Evan's neck, holding him tighter and tighter, as if she had made some kind of decision.

"You have no idea how helpless I felt during potion duels!"

"The anxiety of being in an unfamiliar environment, the wariness of others coveting your territory, the loneliness of being isolated and helpless, the heartbreak of being betrayed by loved ones..."