Serious Witch's Travel Book

She was busy separating the herbs again.

What she has to do is actually not too difficult, at least simpler than she imagined: Next, Gnicia put the chopped mint into the boiling hot water, and the nixie motioned her to use a long spoon Stir in it, and only in one direction.

There was very little water in the pot, and under the hot air, there was only a thin layer of mint left in a short while, and a lot of mint began to directly contact the pottery pot for dry cooking, and the remaining juice turned into a darker ink. Green, at this time, the water demon ordered her to pour in "the nectar of Mary".

[Remember, I don’t have a scale, and I can’t see how much you poured. You just have to feel it so that they cover the entire bottom of the pot, and then remove the pot from the heat. Do you understand? 】

"clear."

Gnicia carefully poured the milk into it. She poured about half a bottle, and the milk started to bubble as soon as it saw the bottom of the pot. Gnicia quickly moved the pot to the ground with a rag.

[Insert it and stir it, stir it vigorously, and stir it vigorously until all the water is dried. 】

"……Yes."

These words always make her feel very violent...

It's almost physical work.

Gnicia stirred at the bottom of the pot with a long spoon. Although the outside temperature was gone, the liquid in the pot was slowly absorbed by the plants at a visible speed, but the speed was not too fast, until she She was gasping for churning, and her hands began to feel sore, it was the water demon wrapped around her wrist that made her stop.

[This is not enough?If you want to be a qualified witch, it seems that you need to do some endurance training. 】

"I didn't say I wanted to be a witch..."

Gnicia fished out the rotten mint from the pot with a bitter face—she just said that she would not leave with these nuns, but she never said that she would become a witch... Although she is indeed a witch now wrong.

The kind that doesn't know anything.

[Forget it, let's take a look at the fruits of your labor first. 】

She put the mint that was fished out into a bowl, because the residual heat thickened the liquid, and the cut pieces of the plants were slightly dry and hard, but unexpectedly resilient.

The most conspicuous change is that the veins of the leaves are stained with obvious white. At first, Gnicia thought it was just whether there was dried milk left on it, but then she realized her mistake after touching it with a spoon twice: Those whites are due to the "Nectar of Mary" being absorbed by the mint leaves, which are now inside the leaves.

【Remember what I said just now?Maria's nectar and mint go together - soft things are absorbed by hard ones, liquids are absorbed by solids, and so on.Now what you see is not pure mint, the ethers of the two substances are disturbed and combined together, and some of the changes in the ratio of the eight elements make it have different properties, but this kind of poor technique facilitates Changes aren't permanent, dunk them in our spirits now, go! 】

As it spoke, it slapped Gnicia's ass again.

Gnicia stood up quickly, poured the leaves into the light amber wine, and then covered the mouth of the wine bowl with another bowl.

Some mint leaves stuck to the bowl were not poured in together. The water demon said that these leftovers were irrelevant, but they gave Gnicia a chance to observe, and the curious baby secretly picked up a piece to have a look.

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conjugate

Peppermint/Biological Fluid, worth 2.87

Contains magic essence: a small amount

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She glanced at it casually, and the water demon began to urge her again:

[Don't be dazed, go find her for a refill, we still have a soup to boil.You don't want to be scolded, do you? 】

"Oh! I'm going!"

The girl subconsciously covered her buttocks.

Chapter 57 040. Charm

"Tranquility Potion" is much simpler to make than "Mint Liquor".

Compared with the mint leaves that need to be quickly dried by using the residual heat of the clay pot, it is like... um, a pot of porridge.

The ingredients are corn, fire plume, salt, and a little linden flower - which happens to be found in the dried medicinal herbs in the backyard of the church.

The method of making porridge is no different from that of porridge: wash all the ingredients, soak the dried medicinal materials and oats in clean water, then add the oats separately and boil until the water boils, then turn the heat down, put a little salt and simmer until the soup When the juice is getting thicker, add the fire feather and linden flower and stir into the grain soup, then cover the pot and wait for the grain to be soft and rotten.

According to the water monster's instructions, Gnicia kept the firewood very, very small - she had to stay by the side of the clay pot and wait for about two to three hours, because she had to make sure the fire didn't go out and let the Domestic soup is not reduced to less than half.

【We want soup, not porridge. If you boil the soup dry, just figure out a way to drain the rest yourself. 】

"Does it make a difference?"

Gnicia kept rubbing her hands in front of the stove. Although the sun had risen, there was a breeze blowing nearby, and the chill was even stronger. She was naturally a little uncomfortable sitting outside.

[Of course, think about it, if the porridge was put on the market and said it was a potion, would anyone still pay for it? 】

"Uh...I'm not sure...?"

Maybe there will be?

[So sometimes we have to make these things a little more handsome, such as coloring, flavoring, edible gold and silver foil and bubbles, so that customers will pay honestly. 】

"Uh……"

Gnicia looked at the hot steam coming out of the edge of the pot lid, and wanted to lift the lid to take a look, but was pulled by the ear again by the water demon: [Don't touch it, absolutely don't lift the lid for the first hour! 】

"But I don't know how long it has been."

【Then stay bored and wait until noon. 】

"call……"

After another meal of criticism, Gnicia simply gave up any initiative.

She began to use this time to think and sum up the knowledge she had just acquired.

Wind of Mosu—she had heard this more than once.

There are rough mentions of relevant information in the books of the sages, but there is very little content. This is really not because she is lazy. Gnicia is interested in these weird things, but the knowledge provided to her by the sages It is biased. According to them, all knowledge about the "mortal world" is something that Gnicia "should already know". As for how much she can learn, it basically depends on her own learning ability.

The content about magic, or witchcraft, in the library is really lacklustre. Gnicia has some understanding of a magic system based on the theory of "four elements", that is, fire, earth, feng shui, and she also knows the so-called "spells". "In general, it is a change process that follows certain "rules", that is, the process of rationally arranging and inducing the magic elements to output a purpose effect.

But the "Eight Elements" undoubtedly sounds more complicated and difficult to understand...

Light and shadow, life and death, heat and cold, metal and nature.

The water demon said that they are the "elements" and properties of the magic essence that fills the world, and when the absolute balance is broken, the originally invisible magic essence will combine with each other to form ether, and deposit into qualitative things.

Many kinds of ether will further condense together to form everything she sees.

Trees, mountains, rivers, people and all the beasts and plants.

And making potions is the process of breaking the new balance again, making the substance less stable, so as to stimulate some of its characteristics.

It seems that there are extreme ones - fried at high temperature - and milder ones - like this pot of porridge.

Although it is still obscure, Gnicia has figured out a little bit, that is "change".

It is not just as simple as chopping up and putting together, but a deeper "change".

Later, when the sun crossed the middle of the sky and began to slant in the other direction, Sister Emma finished her work in the kitchen, and she brought lunch to the other nuns who were still praying in the hall—— Simple unleavened bread and pickled wild vegetables, and then crossed the promenade and came to the backyard.

Gnicia is in a daze, thinking about the philosophy of life.The water demon, who had been chattering all the time, also survived, wrapped around her belly, and remained silent for a long time.

"Good afternoon, Sister Gnicia."

"Good afternoon, Emma..."

The nun's voice brought Gnicia back from her trance.

"It's time to eat, why don't you go inside? Well... this smells delicious, are you making soup?"

"Yes, Ms. Numeria asked me to make a soup. Although it smells edible, it's just medicine." Gnicia swallowed, she was already feeling hungry while guarding the pot of oatmeal, When I saw someone coming to deliver lunch, I stood up to greet him in a hurry.

"That's a pity, go wash your hands, there is no one in the market today, we all eat simple..."

Sister Emma lifted the cloth covering the bamboo basket and showed Gnicia the steaming pancakes underneath.She reminded Gnicia, who wanted to reach for it directly, to pay attention to hygiene, but she suddenly froze.

Gnicia, whose paw was slapped, ran to the river to touch two handfuls of water, and when she came back after shaking her hands clean, she found that the nun was staring at her with burning eyes.

"... Sister Emma?"

Her state was disturbing - Gnicia subconsciously took half a step back.

"It's nothing, it's just..." The nun was awakened by her voice, but her eyes were still hazy, and her sight was erratic, staying on Gnicia's face for a while, and lingering on her body for a while, but she never looked back. Really meet her eyes.

Suddenly, she reached forward and grabbed Gnicia's wrist.

"You can call me 'sister'... Numeria told us about you, and Sister Marian intends to take you in."

"Yes... yes, thank you, that..."

Gnicia wanted to stay away from her, but Emma grabbed her wrist and pulled her closer instead.

"Don't be so alien, you should get acquainted with the sisters in the same courtyard."

Her deep breathing made her chest rise and fall very clearly.

Again.

What the hell did she do?

Embarrassed, Sister Emma's arms slowly hugged her waist. This was the day, and Gnicia had never experienced such closeness with others face to face outdoors. She subconsciously pushed over, but found that her hands Another piece of softness.

... It's really not that she wants to touch it like this, it's really that the nun in front of her is too developed.

"You are really enthusiastic. You were the one who took the initiative yesterday morning, right? Do you... like touching this place very much?"

"No—I'm not, I haven't—"

Gnicia blushed. It was true that she touched it on her own initiative, but there must be a reason for that, right?if not...not...

ah ah ah-

Sister Emma tried to hug her, whether on purpose or not, and her lips brushed Gnicia's profile before they were one.

Just, very embarrassing, very...

What's more, she finally hugged Gnicia, and unabashedly squeezed Gnicia's body with her own burden.

That kind of soft touch made the girl feel distracted. It would be fine if she could treat it as a normal close contact, but there is a deep longing gradually overflowing from the girl's body, like a trickle of water gushing out of a crack in a rock. Springs, they nourished the girl's boring and dry heart, and brought her an unprecedented impulse——

She loves this thing, she's dying to touch it.

This feeling was like someone pinching the hair and sliding it on her skin, itching deep in her body was unbearable.

Perhaps, Emma is also waiting for her touch?

Gnicia raised her hand twice, she was almost touching the thing, as long as she raised it a little higher, she might be able to touch its peak, the slightly bulging hill.

But she fought back, and in her few notions of ethics, etiquette, and morality, it was always too much of an act.

How could she wantonly touch the chest of someone she had only known for two days?

But Sister Emma holding her is another feeling.

It was a complete accident to her to act impulsively, but she didn't want to resist the accident in her heart.

She had a very strong urge to hug and kiss the girl in front of her who was about the same age as her. She couldn't even explain where this urge came from, but the moment she saw the girl's eyes, her body felt He moved involuntarily.

This is not the first time, it was like this yesterday.

Emma tried to resist this impulse, because what this impulse drove her to do was completely absurd. She was a nun-although the state religion did not strictly prohibit contact with clerics of the same sex, but... But it cannot be let go after all. What to do in broad daylight, let alone a young girl who is not familiar with them and has not officially joined their ranks.

But she couldn't control herself.

Her whole body seemed to be drawn by some invisible threads. When she had the idea of ​​getting close, her body responded immediately.She was hardly even aware that she was resisting the idea.

She hugged this... girl who wasn't considered a nun, or even a criminal in custody, hugged her hard, and felt her softness with every inch of her body.

She is a little thin, not tall, and after washing her face, she looks more like a timid big cat.

Those rude soldiers must have frightened her. The lackeys of the Senate are getting more and more rampant now. What made them so cruel to bully such a cute girl?

"Uh...uh..."

Even though the big girl in her arms had started to have difficulty breathing, Emma still didn't want to let go.

It was so wonderful.

Every inch of her skin that was in contact with this girl—even through two layers of thick cotton nun clothes—was trembling slightly with excitement.

She also wanted more exposure.

"Everyone is very kind, as long as you are obedient in the future, everyone will accept you..."

She hadn't had such an urge for a long time.

Gnicia couldn't speak. She was being pressed hard into her arms by Sister Emma, ​​and it was already a little difficult to maintain her breathing.Her waist is being hugged, besides the waist that can hardly move, the hand that has started to touch her lower back is also a problem. Nyx.