Greece brings evildoers

"Hughon?"

"Uh-huh, that's right, it's just out of the pot and it's still hot! Drink it quickly!"

Circe put one hand on her waist and proudly claimed the credit. As she spoke, she raised the stoneware bowl in her hand and handed it to her beloved disciple.

Lorne immediately held up the soup bowl and sneered to reveal the woman's sinister intentions.

"Stop! Do you want to turn me into a pig again? This way no one will force you to go to class!"

"I never turned anyone into a pig..."

"I still want to deny it, but what about last night?"

"Of course it's because you are a pig, my cute little piggy!"

Circe spread her hands, her pink eyes blinked innocently, her expression seemed a bit teasing.

Lorne was unmoved, pointing at the bowl of bubbling Hugh Oatmeal porridge, and snorted with a dark face.

"Haha, you still want to lie to me. I already know the effect of this thing, right?"

"Effect? ​​What effect?

Just a few herbs, pure water, and natural wheat grains in my bowl.

Variety? no change;

Only the disguise inadvertently disappears from them, allowing them to see themselves and each other. "

Circe hummed incoherently, his eyes filled with more intense amusement.

"If you don't believe me, take a look. I guarantee you know all these ingredients. They are absolutely harmless."

Lorne glanced at the black and green porridge in the bowl, sniffed, and the ingredient list came into his mind.

Barley, water, honey, peppermint oil, and... datura?

It seems that except for the last herb, the ingredients are very ordinary.

And the effect of Datura grass is only to cause hallucinations...

Wait, hallucination? !

An idea flashed through Lorne's mind, and he suddenly understood, and the answer came out of his mouth.

"Your wheat porridge can only cause hallucinations, making the eater feel like he is the incarnation of some kind of animal!"

"Giggle, that's right, my smart little piggy."

Circe nodded affirmatively, the corners of her lips curved with the slightest hint of pleasure, and continued to add.

"So, Hukeon is essentially just a benign potion that allows people to free their minds and achieve the unity of body and mind. It is very helpful for meditation."

I see.

The suspicion faded from Lorne's face and he nodded thoughtfully.

Seeing that the atmosphere had eased, Circe hurriedly filled a bowl of wheat porridge and handed it to her beloved disciple with a smile.

"Come, my cute little piggy, drink it quickly. Let's meditate earlier and finish today's study together."

Looking at the special drink that was bubbling in front of him, Lorne vaguely remembered that there was an Eleusinian mystery in the Eleusinian sect in ancient Greece that believed in Demeter, the goddess of agriculture.

That is, old members invite new members to go on a hunger strike for a day to commemorate Demeter's refusal to eat or drink when she was looking for Persephone.

During the hunger strike, believers will drink a special barley drink in order to obtain God's "revelation."

This barley drink is similar to Hucong wheat porridge.

Therefore, Hugh Kelvin's wheat porridge might actually be a secret medicine to aid meditation and develop mental power at first.

but……

"But the premise is that I can resist your spiritual suggestion..."

Lorne glanced at the sticky wheat porridge in the bowl, pursed his lips, and looked at the sworn witch in front of him with a half-smile.

"Of course there's no problem with Hugh's wheat porridge, because this is just a support, and the mental hints you keep giving me are the key, right?"

The smile on Circe's face suddenly froze, and the hand holding the pottery bowl froze in mid-air.

Found...

Circe has always mentioned the word "little piggy" on her lips all the time, just to plant a confusing perception into the minds of others, so that they will subconsciously recognize her identity as a "piggy", and then Through the physical and mental integration effect of Xiuke Wengmai porridge, the transformation from "human" to "piggy" is completed.

As said, she did not turn anyone into a pig, but she was also the biggest promoter of this transformation process.

Sure enough, the witch was never a kind and pure little white flower, but an unscrupulous group who acted willfully and tried every means to please herself.

To sum it up simply in one word, it is - crumbs.

Lorne shook his head, once again recognizing the nature of the silly teacher in front of him.

Seeing that the conspiracy was exposed, Circe hurriedly rolled her eyes and looked toward the door erratically.

"Oh, I remembered, there's still soup simmering on the stove!"

With that said, the demigod witch jumped up from her seat and prepared to flee from the scene of the crime.

However, before Circe could run away, he picked up the pottery bowl on the ground with one hand and drank the full Hughon wheat porridge in one gulp.

"You, you... drank it all?"

Under Circe's stunned gaze, Lorne wiped his mouth, threw the empty pottery bowl on the ground, and gave a calm evaluation.

"The smell of peppermint oil is a bit strong, so use less next time."

"So how do you feel now, little piggy?"

Circe sat back down and looked at her beloved disciple expectantly.

If the little guy in front of me turns into a pig again, I won't have to go to class in pain and can continue to sleep in with my beloved little piggy in my arms.

Well, move while sleeping.

Thinking of that beautiful scene, Circe's eyes sparkled unconsciously, and her pointed ears twitched slightly with excitement.

However, Lorne, who took the initiative to come to the door, did not change for a long time, and his eyes remained clear and clear.

In fact, once you understand the nature of pigification, it becomes much easier to deal with the negative effects of Hukeon wheat porridge.

As long as he can establish corresponding mental barriers and keep repeating the concept of being a "human" in his mind, he will naturally not be easily beguiled by the silly teacher's words and become a "little piggy" again.

"Don't be in a daze, what should you do next?"

The calm humming in her ears interrupted Circe's sweet dream, making her a little discouraged.

But in the temple of Hecate, the great witch who believed in the goddess of witchcraft had no choice but to calm down, and depressedly taught Lorne how to use the effect of Huceon wheat porridge to achieve twice the result with half the effort through meditation.

"As usual, adjust your breathing, relax your body, radiate your five senses, sense the magic in the air, and then try to use them to construct the corresponding Hermes runes to continuously strengthen your affinity and control over the elements..."

Lorne was not in a hurry to enter meditation, and looked at the silly teacher in front of him.

"anything else?"

"...Don't be completely empty of spirit, keep your own essence in mind, so as not to get lost in the illusion caused by Huceon's wheat porridge..."

Circe muttered the key elements angrily, feeling extremely depressed.

She hates smart students, especially students who are smarter than her teacher.

At this moment, Lorne, who was just cheating out of habit, turned a little darker.

Never change your stubbornness! In order to trick him into going to bed, it was really a trick one step at a time.

"Go on!"

"No more! It's really gone this time!"

With Circe's aggrieved muttering and the promise of betting on the name of the goddess Hecate, Lorne closed his eyes in disbelief, trying to empty his mind, diffuse his spirit, and sense the elements around him.

Of course, just in case, he did not choose to achieve it overnight in the process, but cautiously let go of the restrictions on his mind step by step, groping for the spiritual boundaries to maintain self-awareness.

As his mental power flowed out like a tide, his self-awareness gradually became a little blurry, and Lorne immediately carefully restrained some of his concentration.

Sell ​​70% short, keep 30%...

This is probably my current limit.

However, although it is only about 70% of the spiritual perception, it is twice as strong as the magic captured by usual meditation.

It seems that, as a special secret medicine, Hukeron wheat porridge does contain dangerous ingredients, but it can indeed greatly improve the spiritual perception of those who eat it.

After confirming it, Lorne gradually calmed down and began his daily practice.

As he took in and out of breath, Lorne's spiritual power spread to the surroundings and resonated harmoniously. The elements surging within thirty meters nearby formed a magic tide visible to the naked eye. The colorful Hermes glyphs were looming among them, constructing a Different formations and bases.

Circe just stared for a while and felt bored. She could only hold her chin in her seat and think about philosophical issues such as what to eat tonight.

After all, as a disciple of the demigod-level witch and the goddess of witchcraft Hecate, she can basically walk sideways in the waters near Ayo Island.

Without the threat of survival, there is naturally no motivation to actively become stronger.

Therefore, compared to practicing hard and studying day after day, Circe, who was quite poor in academics and life, preferred to leave the improvement of strength to the accumulation of talent and blood.

In the boring supervision, time passed little by little, and the rising sun gradually turned into the twilight below the horizon.

When the last ray of sunset disappeared, the temple of Hecate, which was about to sink into the night, suddenly burst out with a bright light.

Shining like the sun, shining like gold.

Circe, who was drowsy, suddenly opened her eyes and looked into the pair of shining eyes in the darkness, and couldn't help but be speechless.

"You...you've been promoted again?"

The astonished expression was as exaggerated as if he was watching a curly-haired baboon evolve directly into a Zentraedi.

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