Mystery: Good Witch

Chapter 192 The Breath of the Creator
When the image in the mirror disappeared, Angel looked at Darkwill who was stunned.

"So you...you are, a witch?"

He stumbled and said, his eyes a little panicked, and he even took a few steps back.

"No, I'm not yet, and why are you so scared?"

Angel asked curiously.

"Not now? I was suspicious when you used ice to kill those mutated rats, and now you use the magic mirror to perform divination..." Darkwill retreated to the wall and stopped when he found that there was no way to go. He came down and said, "As far as I know, only the 'Witch' path can use magic mirrors for divination in this way, and can also drive frost and black flames."

"Witch path?" Angel murmured and repeated, "Do you mean the 'Assassin' path?"

"It means the same thing. Most of the potion pathways are named after their sequence 9, such as the 'Assassin' you mentioned, or my 'Medicine Master'," Darkwill did not hide his potion sequence; Taking this as an example to explain, "But many paths also have special names. Your 'Assassin' path is one of them. They are controlled by the secret 'Witch Sect' and believe in the 'Original Witch', so they are also called The 'Witch' way."

So that’s it? The path is not named after the magic potion of Sequence 9, but rather the “commonality” of most of the sequences?I didn’t expect that I could learn new knowledge by catching mice in the sewers…

Angel sighed, seeing that there was still fear on Darkwill's chubby face, he could only comfort him with words.

"I'm not a member of the Witch Cult, well, at least not now. My only purpose is to earn your 30 pounds."

"Sorry, I just reacted subconsciously. After all, the 'Witch Sect' is famous..."

Perhaps because he thought that if a witch really wanted to take action, he didn't need to wait until now, Darkwill also calmed down, the panic expression on his face gradually faded, and walked back to the corpse of the mutated mouse from the corner.

"Did you find anything in your divination just now?"

Angel told him the results of the divination, which made the medicine man who had just calmed down fall into fear again.

"You mean, these animals didn't grow so big on their own, but were created by someone through extraordinary means?"

"Do you think normal rats can grow bigger than dogs? Judging from the divination results, they became like this after drinking a red liquid. Maybe there was an out-of-control Extraordinary person who died upstream of the sewer. The blood flowed down the river, or someone used drugs to do that."

Angel analyzed and saw the expression on the pharmacist's fat face constantly changing, and comforted him:
"Now that you have discovered the problem, I suggest you move your planting point to another place. For example, follow your colleagues and grow herbs in the dark catacombs, so as not to let me hear the bad news of your disappearance at the next party."

"But I..." Darkwill frowned and thought, "Okay, there is one last planting point. Let's deal with it as soon as possible. Once I have collected the mature herbs, we will move it out in a few days."

Although he had some doubts about whether his hesitant statement was true, Angel had fulfilled his obligation to remind him and stopped continuing the topic. Instead, he continued to move in the direction pointed by the other party, and soon came to the third and final place. Planting sites everywhere.

Before entering the wide sewer collection area, Angel heard the "dong-dong" sound of something heavy hitting him. The heavy sound came along the pipe, as if someone was beating a giant drum next to him.

"I'll go in and take a look first. You stay here and don't move around."

Angel reminded Darkwill beside him, but found that this man had already stepped back a few steps and made way for the entrance of the passage.

Walking quietly forward through the ubiquitous sewage, the source of the sound soon appeared in Angel's dark vision.

Several wooden frames erected at the wide sewer collection point had been shattered, and the clay pots and plants on them seemed to have been crushed by huge soles, turning into powder and fragments and scattering on the ground.

A huge crocodile with a length of at least six meters and strong limbs like stone pillars was slapping its tail against the wooden frame in the corner. The huge swollen tail hit the cement wall of the sewer. It was like a giant hammer knocking, and the sound spread throughout the space. sound.

"I should have guessed a long time ago how that strange red liquid could only be effective on mice..."

While lamenting the difficulty of earning these 30 pounds, Angel slowed down and approached the giant mutated crocodile. The temperature around him dropped rapidly, and an ice gun as thick as an arm condensed.

As soon as he grabbed the frost spear, the crocodile seemed to sense danger. He danced his limbs away from the corner and circled half a circle in the sewer where sewage flowed. He looked at Angel, his eyes as red as those of a mutated mouse filled with bloodthirsty desire.

Without hesitation, Angel threw the ice gun forward, and the sharp ice gun hit the crocodile's tail with heavy momentum, pinning it to the ground.

“Bang——” A black flame followed closely, igniting the crocodile that was trying to swing its tail to escape the grip of the ice gun. The latter was covered in black fire and rolled in the shallow water, but it could not extinguish these essentially The cursed black flame quickly curled up into a ball and turned into a stinky corpse.

After carefully observing the surroundings with his spiritual vision and confirming that there was no other danger, Angel called Darkwill who was hiding at the exit to watch the battle.

Although this crocodile has become a corpse, it can still be seen that it is many times larger than the crocodiles that usually swim in the sewers along the Tasok River. The fat pharmacist took a breath when he saw it.

"Fortunately, you accepted my commission, otherwise I would have come here to collect the remaining herbs myself in order to recover the losses..." He kicked the crocodile's charred corpse and said with lingering fear.

"Even without me, that 'Black Snake' will probably help you. After you proposed an additional 30 pounds, he was eager to give it a try."

Angel inspected the planting site where there were no medicinal herbs left, and found no trace of other mutated animals. It seemed that even if they mutated into bloodthirsty monsters, they still had their own sense of territory. Crocodiles were entrenched here, and those mice were We can only find another place.

"Huh, 'Black Snake'?" Darkwill sneered and replied, "He is only Sequence 8 at most. He keeps talking all day long, promoting his gadget that can hear the 'Great Being'. I even doubt him. Being associated with the 'Aurora Society', he may have no problem dealing with those rats, but if he encounters this crocodile, he will probably be treated as a midnight snack."

Speaking of late night snacks, Angel's appetite, amplified by the Ring of Madness, began to torture her stomach.

But in order to prevent Darkwill, who had no fighting ability, from being snatched away by another mutant mouse after she left, she endured hunger and inspected the nearby sewers, but did not find other mutant animals, and then met Darkwill Let's go back to the sewer entrance.

Looking at the raging river outside, the fat pharmacist took a deep breath of fresh air as if he had been reborn, and looked back at the dark sewer with lingering fear.

"I'll come over during the day tomorrow to pick up those herbs. Alas, there aren't many of them left. You're right. I should find a cemetery and grow some secretly. At least it's better than risking my life by going into the sewer."

Angel was very pleased that Darkwill could figure this out. This employer was easy to pay and was a "pharmacist" who could make various potions. She didn't want to see his body appear in the tower in a few days. In the Sauk River.

After accepting the final payment for completing the commission and asking how to participate in the subsequent "Eye of Wisdom" Extraordinary gathering, Angel bid farewell to the fat pharmacist who was still wandering by the river. According to his previous habits, he returned to the safe house in the East District and used the black flame to conduct Anti-divination.

She did not rush to change her clothes and return to Red Rose Street. Instead, she took out the magic mirror and performed divination again.

"Mirror Mirror, tell me, who is the person who created the mutated animals in the sewers?"

Angel mobilized her spirituality and stroked the surface of the magic mirror, watching the water ripple and gradually turn dark. She was still full of doubts about the mutated animals that appeared inexplicably in the sewer, especially the crocodile, and she would always live in Backlund. In the bridge area, there are traces of these mutated animals at your feet, which always makes people uneasy.

The mirror soon showed a picture of rats drinking crimson wastewater, which was consistent with her divination results in the sewer. The crocodile had been burned by black flames, which was equivalent to anti-divination measures, and did not appear in the picture.

But Angel walked through the main sewers in the Bridge Area, came into contact with mutant rats and the environment in which they lived, and obtained more information, and the results of divination will be more detailed.

Recalling Klein's "Summary of Divination Techniques" in his mind, Angel continued to look at the magic mirror in his hand. As the black mist flashed by, the mirror surface became dark again as if switching between screens. When the black faded, a bronze-skinned one appeared. The hand with the cut wound dropped down, and drops of crimson blood fell into the water.

"Crack-"

Cracks appeared in the magic mirror, and then the picture in the mirror was interrupted. The cracks continued to expand, and deep red blood oozed from the inside, as if it was blood dripping from the drooping hand.

Is this anti-divination?No, someone sensed my prying eyes and fought back!

Without hesitation, she pressed the "magic pocket watch" tied to her wrist, and spiritually sensed a flame not far away from the window, which was a street lamp in the East District at night.

When the magic mirror shattered and erupted into heart-stopping, extremely evil murmurs and roars, Angel's blood vessels bulged and his vein-covered body became thinner and smaller, becoming a human being in the surging flames. A short black staff with a mottled and dirty surface.

On the street, she walked out of the flames dizzy, and immediately knelt down on her knees, forcing herself to enter a meditative state, resisting the almost out-of-control spirituality surging in her body.

Those evil murmurs, those roars that reached deep into the soul, Angel had seen before in Tingen City and during the battle with Megoos.

That is……

That is the breath of the "True Creator"!

(End of this chapter)