Chapter 9 The Witch is Digging a Trap

"Hugh Kewon?"

"Yeah, that's right, it's fresh out of the pot and still hot! Drink it now!"

Circe put one hand on her waist, proudly taking credit for it, and raised the coarse earthenware bowl in her hand and handed it to her beloved disciple.

Loen immediately held up the soup bowl and sneered, exposing the woman's sinister intentions.

"Stop it! Are you trying to turn me into a pig again? That way no one will force you to go to class!"

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

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

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

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

Loen remained unmoved. He pointed at the bowl of bubbling Hugh Henry oatmeal and snorted with a dark face.

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

"Efficacy? What efficacy?

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

Change? No change;

Only the disguise inadvertently falls away from them, allowing them to see themselves and each other.”

Circe hummed out of tune, with a look of even 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 dark and green oatmeal in his bowl and sniffed, the list of ingredients coming to mind.

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

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

The effect of Datura is just to make people hallucinate...

Wait, hallucination?!

A light bulb went off in Loen's head, and he suddenly realized the answer and blurted it out.

"Your oatmeal can only give people hallucinations, making the eater feel like they are the incarnation of some animal!"

"Cluck, that's right, my clever little pig."

Circe nodded affirmatively, a hint of delight curling up at the corners of her lips, and continued to add.

"So, in essence, Hukeon is just a benign potion that helps people free their minds and achieve unity of body and mind. It is very helpful for meditation."

I see.

The suspicion on Lorne's face gradually faded, and he nodded thoughtfully.

Seeing that the atmosphere had eased, Circe hurriedly handed a full bowl of oatmeal to her beloved disciple with a smile.

"Come on, my lovely little pig, drink it quickly, so that we can enter meditation earlier and finish today's study together."

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

That is, old members invited new members to fast for a day to commemorate Demeter's abstention from food and drink when she was searching for Persephone.

During the hunger strike, believers will drink a special barley drink in the hope of obtaining God's "revelation."

This barley drink is similar to Hughes' porridge.

Therefore, it is possible that the Hugh Kenong oatmeal porridge was originally a secret medicine to assist meditation and develop mental strength.

but……

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

Loen glanced at the sticky oatmeal in the bowl, pursed his lips, and looked at the witch in front of him with a half-smile.

"Of course there is no problem with the Xu Ke Weng porridge, because it is just a supplement. The mental hints you keep giving me are the key, right?"

The smile on Circe's face froze instantly, and her hand holding the earthenware bowl froze in mid-air.

Discovered...

All along, Circe often mentioned the word "piggy" in order to implant a confusing perception in the minds of others, making them subconsciously recognize their identity as "piggy", and then complete the transformation from "human" to "piggy" through the body and mind integration effect of Hughes' oatmeal.

As it is said, she did not turn anyone into a pig, but she was the biggest driving force behind the transformation.

Sure enough, witches are never kind and pure little white flowers, but a group of unscrupulous people who act willfully and do everything they can to please themselves.

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

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

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

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

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

However, before Circe could run away, she picked up the earthenware bowl on the ground with one hand and drank the full bowl of Hughes' oatmeal.

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

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

"The peppermint oil tastes a bit strong, so I'll use less next time."

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

Circe sat back in her original position and looked at her beloved disciple expectantly.

If this little guy in front of me turns into a pig again, I won't have to attend classes so hard and can continue to sleep in while holding my beloved little pig.

Well, move while sleeping.

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

However, Loen, who had come to the door on his own initiative, did not change for a long time, and his eyes remained clear.

In fact, once you understand the nature of pigification, it becomes much easier to deal with the negative effects of Hugh's oatmeal.

As long as he can build up the corresponding mental barriers and keep repeating the concept of being a "human" in his mind, he will naturally not be easily bewitched by the words of this silly bird teacher and become a "piggy" again.

"Stop being in a daze, what should we do next?"

The quiet murmur in her ears interrupted Circe's sweet dream and made her a little discouraged.

But in the temple of Hecate, the great witch who believed in the goddess of witchcraft had to calm down and depressedly taught Lorne how to use the effects of Hukeon oatmeal to make meditation more effective.

"As usual, adjust your breathing, relax your body, use 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..."

Loen was not in a hurry to enter meditation, but quietly looked at the silly bird teacher in front of him.

"What else?"

"...Don't let your mind go completely empty, remember your essence, so as not to get lost in the illusion created by Hughes' porridge..."

Circe muttered the key elements angrily, feeling extremely depressed.

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

At this moment, Loen, who was just cheating out of habit, looked even darker.

She never changes her bad habits! She is making mistakes step by step to trick him into bed.

"Go on!"

"It's gone! It's really gone this time!"

Following Circe's aggrieved mutterings and her guarantee in the name of the goddess Hecate, Loen closed his eyes doubtfully, trying to empty his mind, relax his spirit, and sense the elements around him.

Of course, just in case, he did not choose to do it all at once, but cautiously released the restrictions on his mind step by step, groping for the spiritual boundaries to maintain his self-awareness.

As his mental power flowed out like a tide, his self-awareness gradually became a little vague. Loen immediately carefully focused his mind.

Sell 70% and keep 30%...

This is probably my current limit.

However, although it was only about 70% of the spiritual perception, it was twice as much as the magic power captured by normal meditation.

It seems that as a special secret medicine, Hughes' oatmeal porridge does contain dangerous ingredients, but it can indeed greatly enhance the spiritual perception of the consumer.

After confirming it without a doubt, Loen gradually calmed down and began his daily practice.

As he breathed in and out, the mental power that Loen radiated to the surroundings resonated in coordination. The surging elements within thirty meters formed a visible tide of magic. Colorful Hermes characters appeared and disappeared in it, forming different formations and bases.

Circe just stared for a while and felt bored, so she had to sit in her seat with her chin in her hand, thinking about philosophical questions like what to eat tonight.

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

Without the threat of survival, there is naturally a lack of motivation to actively become stronger.

Therefore, compared to practicing and studying hard day after day, Circe, who is quite bad in academics and life, prefers to leave the improvement of strength to the accumulation of talent and bloodline.

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

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

As bright as the sun, as shining as gold.

Circe, who was dozing off, suddenly opened her eyes and looked at the pair of shining eyes in the darkness, and was dumbfounded.

"You...you have leveled up again?"

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

Happy New Year, I send you my blessing at midnight, wishing you all peace and happiness, and everything goes well. By the way, I hope you can collect my new book and support me.

(End of this chapter)