Mystery: The Witch and the Calamity

This is a small two-story building in a row, the decoration looks a bit old, and there will be a "creaking" sound when stepping on the stairs.

Joyce followed Emily with heavy steps, every step seemed to be on the road to the abyss, and he was helpless about it.

Finally, the destination has arrived.

It was a dark room with no sunlight. Joyce walked in, as if swallowed by a beast, and couldn't see his fingers until Emily turned on the gas light switch with a "click".

In the closed room, under the dim orange light, stood a pair of men and women in thin clothes.

There are a bunch of "chemical experiment equipment" on the table in front of her. Emily is skillfully carrying out the operation of distillation, while explaining the basic knowledge of the extraordinary world to Joyce Scope.

"There is only one way for humans to obtain extraordinary abilities, and that is to take the corresponding potions."

"The potion is composed of auxiliary materials and main materials. When configuring, the auxiliary materials should be put in first, and pure water should be added first..."

"It should be noted that more or less auxiliary materials will not affect the effect of the potion, but the main materials must not be too much, otherwise what you configure will be a poison that sees blood and seals the throat."

Joyce watched carefully, echoing from time to time, just like when he suddenly received a call from his girlfriend when he was playing games in his previous life. What was actually in his mind was another matter: Is her configuration "" Assassin's potion?

Wait, what's that in your hand... He saw Emily take out a clot-like thing from an iron box, and put it into the beaker that had been added with auxiliary materials.

That is the Extraordinary characteristic left behind by the Extraordinary after death, right?

"Drink it, and you will become an Extraordinary like me."

Emily's originally soft voice seemed to have turned into the whisper of the devil at this moment. Joyce looked at the potion with tragic eyes. It was black, like a pool of dirty muddy water, still bubbling .

"I'll soon be able to rub out flames like you!"

He tried to make his tone as excited as possible to cover up the actual tentative meaning.

Emily raised her pretty eyebrows slightly, then turned her mouth up and said:

"This is just the 'Assassin' potion of Sequence Nine. After drinking it, you will gain the ability to sneak in the shadows, have dark vision and super vision, and your fighting level will be greatly improved. You will have dexterous steps and burst all your strength in one It can even change the body in a short period of time, making it as light as a feather."

It really is an assassin, it really is a witch path!

Joyce was not in the mood to listen to her description afterwards, he just felt that the thunder was rolling, and it hit him directly.

At the level of Sequence Nine, the combat power of an "Assassin" can be called the top ranks. Damn it, Sequence Seven of this path will turn a man into a woman!

Can I not drink? Although I was a woman in my previous life... no, a beauty blogger, I never thought about changing my gender!

Joyce was so nervous that his lips became dry, he lowered his head and swallowed, his mind was running fast and he couldn't think of a good reason, could he be telling the truth? But he is just a rookie in the extraordinary world, how could he know such secrets.

What's more, the original owner has long been fascinated by her, and has no reason to refuse.

He didn't want to test the conscience of a "witch", even though Emily had been very friendly.

Gender is precious, and the price of life is higher.

The more hesitating at this time, the more likely it is to make mistakes. He made up his mind, took the beaker and drank it all in one gulp. The potion melted in his mouth. It was not as difficult to swallow as he imagined, but it was cool and smooth, like drinking a cup of aloe vera. juice.

The potion went all the way down the esophagus and into the stomach. Along the way, it continuously emitted a cold feeling from the inside of the body. Every cell in the body seemed to be experiencing the cold winter at the same time, giving Joyce the illusion that he was about to turn into ice.

Then, the lights in front of my eyes became colorful, like a rainbow refracted by sunlight through a 3-sided mirror.

The darkness in front of him was spreading towards him at an extremely fast speed, as if it wanted to swallow him together.

He struggled and resisted with all his strength. After an unknown period of time, the darkness slowly receded, and his body gradually regained consciousness. The dim orange light was like a lighthouse, bringing him back to the real world. Seeing the joyful feeling of the moonlight.

At the same time, Emily's soft voice kept coming from his ears, which taught him how to control the overflow of the potion and avoid getting out of control.

"Concentrate, outline an object that does not exist in the world, restrain your spirituality, enter a state of meditation, and slowly restore calm."

Joyce felt that he had entered the realm of both things and me, and his mentality became peaceful. The tension and fear brought about at the beginning of the journey were swept away. He opened his eyes, and what he saw was still Emily's charming face. face.

At this moment, he knew that he had become an "assassin".

"Do you feel any changes in your body?"

Joyce waved his limbs and made some moves that he usually trains. He felt more handy without any jerky feeling. He couldn't hide his inner joy and said:

"Until now, I have never felt that this body really belongs to me."

"Congratulations, you are now a Sequence Nine Extraordinary." Emily felt relieved when she heard that, and applauded lightly.

It's a pity that it's the Witch Way... Joyce forced a smile from the corner of his mouth, and offered a compliment: "This is mainly due to you, my dear."

Since you can't resist, learn to accept it... Anyway, the potion has already been drunk, and there is no way to jump the path for the time being. The best way to work is to make a deal with Emily. After all, there is a high probability that the potion formula will not To get it from her.

Definitely not because the taste of "witch" is really good!

Obviously, Emily was very satisfied with his statement, she took the initiative to put it on his body, and said softly: "Then you have to repay him well."

Joyce raised his right hand and patted his chest, saying in a big way:

"As long as it's your business, I'm obliged."

"Oh, talk as soon as you talk, why are you patting my chest!"

Joyce laughed twice, and explained: "It's a mistake. I just became a Extraordinary, so I'm a little excited."

"Naughty."

The two returned to the bedroom with each other, and Emily said with a rare seriousness:

"Joyce, becoming an Extraordinary is not necessarily a blessing. Gaining Extraordinary power must also accept its curse. In fact, every Extraordinary is facing the risk of losing control and becoming a monster at any time."

"I've made up my mind." Joyce replied solemnly.

He is well aware that the tide of the times is rolling in, dangers are everywhere, and becoming an Extraordinary is an inevitable choice, but he didn't expect that he had no choice and was forced to become an "assassin".

"Very good." Emily added: "In order to avoid the risk of losing control, generations of Extraordinary people have summed up a set of methods to digest potions. That is the method of impersonation. The name of the potion is the role you want to play. , this kind of acting can effectively reduce the risk of losing control..."

This instructive tone made Joyce a little confused. It didn't look like a "witch" at all, but rather like the tone of a Nighthawk, except for the sentence: We are the guardians, and we are also a group of poor people who are always fighting against danger and madness. insect.

Could she be a Extraordinary from which church? I don't remember which church cultivated "witches"?

"Understand?"

"Ah... I understand, it's very clear."

Emily laughed again, her tone no longer serious: "That's good, I don't want you to become a monster anytime soon."

"I don't want to either." Joyce said this very sincerely.

"How are you going to play an assassin?" Emily asked curiously.

Joyce's brain was running at high speed, thinking about how to answer this question with his original personality, and tentatively said: "There are pirates, gangsters and rebels everywhere in Bayam, I want to be an executioner in the dark and uphold justice , destroy evil."

Seemingly shocked by his second-year answer, Emily was silent for a few seconds, and praised:

"It's a good idea, just right, maybe I can provide a goal as your novice task."

Seeing that, he was waiting for me here... Joyce immediately became cautious, maintaining his exaggerated voice:

"Honey, as long as you open your mouth."

Emily took out a sketch from somewhere. The portrait showed a man in his forties, neatly dressed, wearing a pair of silver-rimmed glasses, like a standard Loen gentleman.

Fortunately, it's not a single-rimmed glasses, otherwise I will report you to the church when I go back... Joyce was startled at first, and then he cursed in his heart.

"His name is Locke. He used to be the captain of a pirate ship and committed many crimes. Now he lives in seclusion in Bayam. He used to live on Enmat Street. He has moved away with a high probability. You can investigate me Is it true?"

Joyce didn't want to look at the glasses, put away the portrait and said:

"Honey, of course I believe you."

"It's so kind of you!"