Chapter 101. It's Too Difficult for Me.

"Can I sit here?"

Hilda asked Char like a criminal.

Char saw through her thoughts at a glance. He sighed softly and removed the dagger under the chair.

After playing with it for a while, he skillfully dismantled the wooden grip, took out the small medicine bag hidden inside, and returned the dagger to the man.

[Berserk Potion (Excellent)]

[Dosage: small ]

[Increases strength, agility, and vitality by 35% for 5 minutes. During this period, immune to weak control spells such as sleep, stun, and placate. After the effect ends, all attributes are halved for one natural day]

This was a complex extracted from the essence of a bloodthirsty bug, and it was not the first time Char had been tricked by Hilda.

Although the potion could make a person act like a god for a full five minutes, the rich smell of blood would also attract the witches' Blood Fiends, making them want to get intimate with you.

Once these five minutes passed, even the most powerful person would be defeated. Therefore, potions were often used by witches as poison. Generally, even if someone wore a poison warning item, it would not react at all, after all, it was not poison.

Hilda took the dagger and looked at Char as if she was a monster. After a few seconds, he put away his complicated expression.

She was finally being honest.

"Are you really just here to borrow the hot spring?"

"I'll borrow some other things as well."

Char retracted his gaze from the hot spring behind Hilda and ignored the sound of water.

His attention was focused on the bottles and jars in the room.

As a level 40 Forest Witch, Hilda's collection was quite rich. From the glands of birds commonly found in corpse swamps, feathers and tongues with magic, to insect specimens buried deep underground, she would not let go of any aquatic, land, and air creature. In addition to a large number of plants, the entire house could be used as a specimen library in corpse swamps.

If it was any other time, in order to get deep into this place, in addition to breaking through the protection of The phantom spell, one would also have to kill the blood fiends along the way, and finally fight with this level 35 Blood Mage.

However, today was the weakest day of the month for her. Other than the fact that she was not equipped with any weapons, the blood loss due to menstruation, and the Blood Fiends that needed to be fed regularly had fallen asleep after having their fill, Char had also memorized the opening move of every skill of hers, which was why she dared to walk on the tip of the blade like this.

Otherwise, the Dark Elf would have to break the contract and fight her to claim ownership of the hot spring.

Char looked at the hourglass.

There was still an hour before her usual meditation.

"Please prepare 50 grams of cockscomb grass powder and a snake blood wood. It'll be useful later."

"Later?"

Hilda's expression was strange.

These two items were used for her meditation.

When she meditated, she would always be in the hot spring.

Shaya sighed. you must have misunderstood something. "If it wasn't for the fact that I had no other choice, why would I lower myself to soak in the same pool with you?"

Hilda stood up immediately.

"You're so silly!"

"You heard the whisper during your last meditation. Char looked up at her. that 'voice' will make you submit to it. Then, it will give you enough power to return to Golden Butterfly Marsh for revenge. I'm sorry, but I can't just watch you compromise and sacrifice these 500 lives."

"Just who are you!"

Hilda's expression changed again.

At first, she thought that he was a Witch Hunter who knew the habits of the Forest Witches well. After all, the forest witches had been passed down to this day, and the habits of the survivors were not far from each other.

After that, Char knew everything about her room, and she suspected that he had learned a lot from her sisters, but it was not too shocking.

After all, her sisters were not people who could keep their mouths shut. They might fear power, but they might also indulge in the other party's physical body.

However, he had stepped into a forbidden zone.

A person's heart.

She had never told anyone what he had said.

Forest Witches were the spokespeople of the school of mysticism. No one was better at hiding and playing with secrets than them.

She felt like she was being played.

It was as if he was standing naked in front of the other party, taking in everything.

"Don't mind this pointless question. That voice came from Zin'rokh, the enemy of order and life. You should know the consequences of submitting to him."

Char stood up and walked away.

"You have an hour to think about it. Do you choose to cooperate with me and seek a chance of survival, or lean towards that voice and become enemies with order and living beings?"

Seeing that he had turned around, Hilda glanced at the corner of the room and planned how to escape as quickly as possible. But before she could stand up, Char's voice came without looking back.

"Your broom has not been used for too long. It's forked. You have to soak it in the green exquisite grass juice for an hour."

Damn it!

Having her thoughts seen through, Hilda glared at Char.

His back was facing her, and he was standing on his tiptoes in front of the bookshelf to pick up a book from a high place. From this angle, she could shoot him with the crossbow hidden in the table!

'That's it!"

"Your drawer hasn't been opened for too long, it's stuck. And the string of the crossbow is loose, we won't make it."

When the frivolous words floated over, Hilda was holding the copper rings on the drawer with both hands, her face red.

Char was right, and she was stuck at this point.

Before she could pull it open, Char patted her shoulder, took the copper ring, and pulled the drawer open. He took out a small crossbow that was glowing with magic.

He skillfully caught an arrow and swung his arm at the Banyan Tree outside the window.

He then pulled the trigger lightly.

Swoosh!

The sound was like a muffled fart. The arrow flew in an awkward arc and fell limply to the ground as soon as it left the window.

we have to be more reliable in our means of survival. Otherwise, it will be as awkward as today.

Char said earnestly and returned the crossbow to her.

Hilda stood there for a few seconds, her nose twitching as tears began to fall.

'It's too difficult for me.'

Hilda finally calmed down. She returned to the alchemy table and began to process the boiling medicinal blood in the crucible.

It had to be said that she was a reliable witch, except for self-protection.

Char rummaged through the bookshelves, while Hilda glanced at him from time to time.

She had wanted to laugh at her lack of common sense. How could a smart witch hide a real treasure in such an obvious place? However, the next second, Char took out a few scrolls from a corner she did not know.

'Damn, I actually left these things behind?'

The witch was stunned again. historical

The curse scrolls that involved witchcraft were all the size of bookmarks, made of animal or human skin, and on them were mysterious symbols written in bright red or dark brown blood.

Char searched for these from his memory and put them away. There were two sleep spells, one weakness curse, and three chaos spells.

In addition, he also found two bottles of [Concentration Potion] from the corner of the cabinet behind the alchemy table that Hilda could not remember. The witch thought for a long time before she remembered that it was the thing she had used to treat her sleepiness several years ago.

After preparing the props, Char heaved a sigh of relief.

In fact, this room was unguarded for him. He could have gotten a lot of props for later use, but he did not dare to do so.

After all, this was a game, and a slight mistake would lead to the system's correction.

The cost and reward in the game were basically linear. For example, when he used Francis' power to take in Mayenne, it also indirectly facilitated a guardian-type mission. It took a certain amount of effort to successfully take away the Sea Monster.

If he took away too many things in one go, Hilda would feel heartache, or even curse herself. Then, the witch's wish would be fulfilled by the system, which would later use various [Divine Will] to obstruct her, such as the frequent appearance of monsters or bad luck.

He was about to complete a battle-related mission, so he did not dare to let the karma come so quickly.

After a short rest, he looked outside. The Dark Elf was enjoying herself in the hot spring. It was a beautiful sight.

"Let's hurry up, Lady Hilda."

Char took out a random experiment note.

"It's about the meditation that you're going to do in an hour."