The Mystery:The Witch and the Scourge

This is a two-story townhouse. The decoration looks a bit old, and there is a "creep" sound when you step on the stairs.

Joyce followed Emily with heavy steps, and 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 without sunlight. When Joyce walked in, he felt as if he had been swallowed by a beast. He couldn't see his fingers until there was a "click" and Emily turned on the gas light switch.

In the closed room, under the dim orange light, stood a man and woman in thin clothes.

There was a pile of "chemical experimental equipment" on the table in front of her. Emily skillfully performed the distillation operation while explaining the basic knowledge of the extraordinary world to Joyce.

"There is only one way for human beings to obtain extraordinary abilities, and that is to take the corresponding magic potion."

"The magic potion is composed of auxiliary materials and main materials. When preparing, you must first put in the auxiliary materials, and first add pure water..."

"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 the poison you prepare will be a poison that will seal your throat."

Joyce watched carefully and echoed from time to time. It was very similar to the way he suddenly received a call from his girlfriend when he was playing games in his previous life. What he was thinking about was actually another matter: whether the configuration she configured was "

Assassin's potion?

Wait, what is that in your hand... He saw Emily take out something like a coagulated blood clot from an iron box and put it into a beaker with auxiliary materials added.

Are those the extraordinary characteristics left behind by extraordinary people after their death?

"Drink it and you will become an extraordinary person like me."

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

.

"Will I be able to create flames like you soon?"

He tried to make his tone as excited as possible to hide the actual probing meaning.

Emily raised her beautiful eyebrows slightly, then raised the corners of her mouth 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 eyesight, your fighting level will be greatly improved, and you will have dexterous steps and the ability to explode all your power in one

The ability within a single strike can even change the body in a short period of time, making it as light as a feather."

He is indeed an assassin, and he is indeed a witch!

Joyce was not in the mood to listen to her subsequent description. She just felt thunder rolling down from the sky and hitting her directly.

At the level of Sequence Nine, the combat effectiveness of "Assassins" is among the top ranks. Damn it, Sequence Seven of this path will turn a man into a woman!

Can I stop drinking? Although in my previous life I was a crossdresser... no, a beauty blogger, I never thought about transgender!

Joyce was so nervous that his lips were dry. He lowered his head and swallowed. His mind was racing and he couldn't think of a good reason. Could he tell the truth? But he was just a rookie in the extraordinary world. How could he know such secrets?

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

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

Gender is precious, and life is even more valuable.

The more hesitant at this time, the easier it is to make mistakes. He made up his mind, took the beaker and drank it in one gulp. The potion melted in his mouth and was not as hard to swallow as he imagined. Instead, 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, continuously emitting a cold feeling from the inside of the body to the outside. Every cell in the body seemed to be experiencing cold winter at the same time, giving Joyce the illusion that he was about to turn into ice.

Then, the lights in front of me became colorful, like a rainbow reflected by sunlight through a Mitsubishi mirror. It was brilliant and colorful. Unfortunately, it didn't take long for all the colors to be swallowed up by darkness.

The darkness in front of him was spreading toward him at an extremely fast speed, seeming to swallow him together.

He struggled and resisted with all his strength. After an unknown amount 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. He couldn't help but feel a sense of being able to keep the clouds in his heart.

The refreshing feeling of seeing the bright moon.

At the same time, Emily's soft voice kept coming to his ears, teaching him how to control the potion from overflowing and avoid losing control.

"Concentrate your mind, outline an object that does not exist in the world, converge your spirituality, enter a meditative state, and slowly regain your calm."

Joyce felt that he had entered a realm where things and I were empty, and his mind became peaceful. The tension and fear caused by the time at the beginning of the time-travel 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".

"What changes do you feel in your body?"

Joyce waved his limbs and made some moves that he usually trained. He felt more comfortable and no longer unfamiliar. He couldn't hide the joy in his heart and said:

"It's only now that I feel that this body truly belongs to me."

"Congratulations, you are now a Sequence Nine Beyonder." Emily felt relieved after hearing this and clapped her hands gently.

It's a pity that it's the witch path... Joyce reluctantly smiled and took the initiative to compliment: "This is mainly due to your contribution, my dear."

Since you can't resist it, then learn to accept it... Anyway, you have already drank the potion, and there is no way to jump to another route for the time being. The best and most effective method at present is to make a fool of yourself with Emily. After all, the potion formula in the future is likely to be different.

Get it from her.

It’s definitely not because “Witch” tastes really good!

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

Joyce raised his right hand and slapped his chest, and said generously:

"As long as it's your business, I'm bound to do it."

"Oh, you just keep talking, why are you patting my chest!"

Joyce sneered twice and explained: "It's a mistake. I just became an extraordinary person. It's inevitable to be a little excited."

"Naughty."

The two cuddled up and returned to the bedroom. Emily rarely said seriously:

"Joyce, becoming an extraordinary person is not necessarily a blessing. When you obtain extraordinary power, you must also accept its curse. In fact, every extraordinary person faces the risk of losing control and turning into a monster at any time."

"I have already made up my mind." Joyce responded solemnly.

He knew that the tide of the times was coming, dangers were everywhere, and becoming an extraordinary person was 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 Extraordinaries have summed up a set of methods for digesting potions, which is the acting method. The name of the potion is the role you want to play.

, through this kind of acting, the risk of losing control can be effectively reduced..."

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

insect.

Could she be an extraordinary person from some church? I don’t remember any church training “witches”?

"Do you understand?"

"Ah...I understand, very clearly."

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

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

"How do you plan to play an assassin?" Emily asked curiously.

Joyce's brain was running at high speed, thinking about how he would answer this question based on his original personality, and tentatively said: "Byam is full of pirates, gangs and rebels. I want to be an executioner in the dark and deliver justice."

, eliminate evil.”

As if she was shocked by his second answer, Emily was silent for a few seconds and then praised:

"That's a really good idea. Just right. Maybe I can provide you with a goal as your novice mission."

Tuqiongdiao saw that he was waiting for me here... Joyce suddenly became cautious, and still maintained an exaggerated tone:

"My dear, if you just ask."

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

Fortunately it's not a single-frame spectacle, otherwise I would report you to the church when I go back... Joyce was startled at first, and then 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 probably moved away now. You can go and investigate me.

Is what he said true?"

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

"My dear, of course I believe you."

"It's so kind of you!"