Definitely Not a Witch

A heartwarming daily life farming novel, occasionally also a passionate epic.

Spears spread across the wilderness like a thriving forest. Glorious knights march in formation, and countless bl...

Chapter 289 Colored Juice

On the last day of the short vacation, the school did not arrange anything and let the students do whatever they want.

To thank Frosia, Loran Hill invited her good friend to her home that evening. This was the first time she had taken the initiative to entertain guests; in this life, only Daisy had occasionally visited her, and she had always prepared her own meals.

Loran Hill was not aware of the detailed etiquette of reception among nobles. After pulling Frosia out of the house, she was still a little nervous, worried that she had not entertained her well enough. She thought it would be great if Chelsea was by her side. This head maid from the Green Empire was very versatile, and it seemed that nothing could stump her.

Fortunately, Frosia wasn't the type to demand elaborate etiquette. She didn't think too much about it and simply listened to Luo Lanxi'er's suggestion of eating at her place tonight. She was more curious about where Luo Xi'er lived, hiding it so secretly.

Two girls in white dresses slowly descended from the sky. They were in a quiet alley in the Temple Academy. The street was paved with white bluish stone bricks. Melted snow occasionally dripped from the eaves of the houses beside the street, splashing small drops of water and wetting the grass growing in the cracks.

Luo Xier took out the key, inserted it into the lock of the iron gate, turned it, and there was a click. Then, with a slight pulling sound, the iron gate opened.

"This is it." Luo Xier walked in front, guiding Frosia in, and then closed the iron gate. The iron bars were cold in winter and a little sticky.

Walking into the small courtyard, there is a small green lawn in front, with several large bluestone slabs laid among the grass, leading to the oak door.

The cabin has only one floor, with a living room in the front, a bedroom in the back, and a kitchen, bathroom, utility room, etc. on the side.

"Does Roxelle live here?" Frosia looked around with a hint of curiosity. Although the room was small, the furnishings were quite cozy. Next to the light blue curtains was a small desk, on which were placed a few books, a pen holder, ink, candlesticks, and so on. Next to the desk were two chairs, one of which was topped with a stuffed bear. Toward the inner side of the hall was a fireplace, with iron plates on both the inside and outside of the fireplace that could be closed. This fireplace was shared by both the bedroom and the hall, but the main part was on the hall side.

In front of the fireplace was a large square carpet. On the gray velvet carpet were a small coffee table and sofas on both sides, with a few light green pillows on the sofas. On the other side of the room was a wall cabinet with some cups and other utensils.

The overall style was rather plain, with warm tones. It would have been fine for an average person, but Frosia felt it lacked some of the liveliness of a young girl, save for the teddy bear. But thinking about it, she felt quite comfortable with it. If she moved into a house like this, she probably wouldn't change anything.

Although Frosia comes from a good family, she is not a very picky person. On the contrary, she is very easy-going. This is similar to Loran Hill. As long as the living environment is clean, tidy and not noisy, she can adapt.

Although they pursue beauty, they are not harsh on the surrounding environment and have a generous attitude of taking things as they come.

"What flavor does Frosia like?"

Loran Hill invited the blond-haired, blue-eyed young lady to sit down, and he brought two empty cups and placed them on the coffee table, then lit the fire in the fireplace, bringing a burst of warmth.

"You prefer sweet taste, but not too greasy." Frosia looked at the empty cup, her heart full of curiosity.

"OK."

Loran Hill picked out a [Colorful Grape] that was light red with orange and put it into Frosia's cup. Then he took out a dark blue grape and put it into his own cup. He added clean water and a [Golden Moon Potion], dissolved the grape with a little magic power, swirled it with a breeze, stirred the liquid in the cup evenly, and let it stand.

A blue ice flower slowly appeared on the surface of the water in the cup, and a light layer of white frost condensed on the surface of the cup.

Watching Roxelle's operations and adding potions into it, Frosia was not worried that her friend would harm her, but instead watched with great interest.

"Okay~"

Luo Xier slowly pushed the cup forward, and the liquid inside separated into several layers: an intoxicating light red at the bottom, a rich orange in the middle, and a light blue, translucent hue at the top. An ice flower floated on the surface, emitting a faint white vapor and a faint, cool fragrance.

"What is this?" Frosia picked up the cup, took a small sip, and a burst of icy sweetness from the top entered her mouth.

"This is a delicious drink that can make Frosia fall asleep and unconscious." Loran Hill blinked and said with a smile.

"Really?" Frosia obviously didn't believe it. She was a transcendent of the natural sequence, and with her family background, she was not a beginner who knew nothing about poison.

She savored the flavor carefully, and then a trace of special magic slowly merged into her body, making her perception more acute and the control of her extraordinary core more handy, as if the world became clearer and more real.

As you slowly drink the drink, after the last light red juice enters your mouth, a sense of spiritual relief and reconciliation gradually rises from your heart.

Only then did Frosia understand how much this seemingly simple drink actually contained and how much thought was put into it.

"Luo Xier..."

"What's wrong?" Loran Hill responded in a low voice, taking small sips from the cup.

"Isn't this very valuable?" With Frosia's background, she naturally understood the value of this cup of juice mixed with extraordinary potions.

Not to mention the extremely rare juice that can heal the soul, the potion that improves one's perception and magic control ability is extremely precious. As the eldest daughter of the Landsworthy family, she has only taken two potions with the same effect so far, one on her tenth birthday and the other at her coming-of-age ceremony when she turned sixteen last year.

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