Chapter 102. Mind Connection Potion

Evelyn was like a free mermaid in the water, swimming from one end to the other, and back to the other.

In fact, with elves' bodies that even their secretions had a faint fragrance, even if they did not shower for ten days to half a month, they would not be that dirty. She just had not seen water for too many days and was just having a psychological effect.

After soaking in the water for a while, the elf's thoughts started to drift.

Where is Char?

She thought that this guy would take the opportunity to cause trouble, so she had already made all kinds of preparations. She would give him a little sweetness, let him know that she was not to be bullied, and also take back some interest from the times she had been taken advantage of by shire.

Every time she thought of her own plan, she could not help but laugh.

However, Char did not come.

Not only did he not come, but the witch who was wearing very little also did not come.

The two of them would not be embarrassed.

Evelyn shook her head hard, the water droplets on her face splashing everywhere.

Probably not.

'Don't be fooled by Char's pervert look, he was actually better at controlling his desires than most people.'

In fact, there were very few things or people that piqued his interest.

His interest was always in strange things, such as...

For example, wearing that pair of rope-like pants.

The Dark Elf plunged into the water and continued to enjoy the pleasure of having the hot spring all to herself.

However, after only ten seconds, she suddenly came out.

Something was wrong!

What if the two of them...

The elf frowned and swam to the edge of the pool, looking up at the second floor of the wooden house.

She saw Char standing by the window with a book in her hand.

Tsk, so he was reading a book...

Evelyn took a fruit from the tray on the shore and suddenly relaxed.

Suddenly, Hilda raised her head from the window and tucked her hair behind her ears. She glared at Char and squatted down again.

Splash!

The fruit was crushed by the Dark Elf, its juice spilling everywhere.

"The core that determines the effect of a potion is the quality of the material itself. It determines the upper limit of the potion's effect. You pay too much attention to the process and are wasting too much time on a dead end."

Char looked at the handwriting on Hilda's experiment notes and could not help but complain.

"If you're here to cause trouble, you don't have to."

Hilda seemed to be very confident in her field of expertise. She gathered her hair and lowered her head to add the Cockscomb grass powder and a 20-centimeter-long snake blood wood into the crucible. The latter was folded in half just enough to be thrown into the pot.

The crucible was placed by the well-ventilated window, and Char stood in front of it, his legs shaking in boredom. The witch stood up and gave him a look of disdain.

At this moment, Evelyn appeared at the door silently.

"You're done?" Char asked.

Seeing that things were not as she had imagined, the Dark Elf's expression did not change for a while. She stiffly took a few steps forward.

"You guys are..."

"Oh, this. You came at the right time, you'll be using it soon. Hey, are you done?"

"What's the rush?"

Hilda stirred the snake-blood wood three times in a clockwise direction and then in a counterclockwise manner for a full minute. After that, she threw away the wood and finally ended the concoction.

With a casual grab, the crucible with a red bottom flew out of the window by itself and poured all its contents into the hot spring.

Immediately, a strange fragrance came out of the pool.

"It's done."

Char sniffed it with an intoxicated look.

"It's an excellent [Mind Connection Potion]. It only takes one minute to meditate with this. I'll go first.

He jumped out of the window and quickly took off his clothes and jumped into the pool.

Hilda snorted, undid her clothes, and jumped down from the window.

The Dark Elf was dumbfounded. Then, she heard Char shouting from outside.

"Hurry up and come down!"

Evelyn took a deep breath. Although she did not know what was going on, she still went up.

The potion-soaked pool was surprisingly clear. The three of them leaned against the shore and formed an equilateral triangle.

Char did not tell her what he was going to do. He only handed her a bottle of concentration potion and told her not to be nervous.

Under the dual effects of the potion and the spring water, even after using the concentration potion, Evelyn still fell asleep.

After a short moment of daze, she opened her eyes and woke up.

However, he was no longer in the hot spring or the witch's hideout. Instead, he was in a dark space.

She was dressed neatly and her feet were on the ground.

Char was standing on her left, and she gestured for her to keep quiet as she pointed to the front.

Hilda was standing with her back to the two of them.

Suddenly, a deep voice sounded.

"The person who called out, have you made your decision?" historical

Hill took a deep breath.

"I've thought it through,"

"Very well. Tell me your answer."

The witch sneaked a glance at the two people behind her. The voice did not seem to see them at all, which gave her some comfort.

She bravely raised her head, her eyes bright.

"I'm sorry, but I refuse!"

The voice paused for a moment, then suddenly laughed out loud.

"Hahahah."

Shaya rolled her eyes in her heart.

In fact, Zin'rokh had seen the two of them at first glance, but he knew what to do with Char's gaze.

He pretended that nothing had happened.

After all, Char had repeatedly emphasized that they must strictly follow the instructions on the blueprint. One of which was to bewitch the witch Hilda today.

However, if she refused...

"The ignorant always have immunity. I'll let you see what kind of power you missed."

Hmph! Zin'rokh spat out a string of harsh words. A strong wind swept through the darkness, and Hilda screamed as she was torn into pieces. Her blood mixed with her clothes and scattered in all directions.

Seeing this scene, Evelyn's heart tightened, and she held Char's hand nervously.

Char patted her hand and said, "Don't worry, she's still alive."

As soon as he finished speaking, the darkness receded like a tide. The golden sun rose quickly from the horizon, illuminating the surrounding scenery and then stopped in the air.

There were town buildings, exquisite sculptures, fountains, and wind chimes and newly picked bouquets hanging on the eaves.

"This is..."

Hilda's hometown, the Golden Butterfly Marsh. Shaya sighed. "The elves of Andaheim believe that witches are transformed from the hair of the Svartalfheim tribe. They help the queen to know the past and future of the elves. However, the elves on the surface don't think so. Their witch-hunting operation is simpler and more brutal than that of humans."

"But Hilda is clearly a human."

"She's an elf, not a witch," Char explained, "Witches are the combination of Alchemists and Mages. They're better at using blood. In the ancient school of alchemy, blood refinement was a branch that was closely related to divination, curses, and strengthening. In the early years, the Light Elves' court had been cursed by a terrifying bloodline curse and almost lost its roots. But in fact, it was their chaos. It was a genetic disease due to incest. Later on, in order to find an excuse to divert the public's attention, they simply pushed the blame to the blood refinement technique, saying that the previous generation of royal members had all died from the blood curse. Thus, witch-hunting became an activity encouraged by the elven court.

"As for Hilda..."

Char looked at her deeply.

"You'll see her story next..."