In the dim yellow light inside the cave, Halus leisurely moved a chair and sat down in front of the cage to observe.
Holding a quill pen and a notebook, he used a square magical instrument with a miniature screen to record the changes in Monica's magical power.
On the instrument, the initial curve showed an astonishing difference in height, which meant that the potion was working intensely in Monica's body, with an activity level dozens of times that of an ordinary girl!
It is precisely at such times that the bodies of the test subjects often become monstrous, with a few turning directly into twisted black chunks of flesh.
After all, the main ingredients in the potion are the epic-level material dragon blood, and the corrupted blood extracted from the body of a completely corrupted witch.
Just a tiny drop of that blood, if placed in a water tank, could poison a large number of ordinary people.
"This child is indeed very patient; it was worth it for me to bring her back."
The more Halus looked at Monica, the more satisfied he became, as if she were a treasure bestowed upon him by a goddess.
He saw an opportunity for rapid advancement in Monica.
However.
After half an hour of observation, the fluctuations on the instrument gradually returned to normal. The pain on Monica's face disappeared, and she huddled in the cage, hugging her knees like a wooden sculpture, staring blankly ahead.
The potion injection failed again.
Halus wanted to see a twisted, humanoid life form, like the black spider growing on his ribs. The most distinctive characteristic of an artificial witch is that it cannot maintain its human form like a normal witch.
He looked curiously at the spot Monica was staring at.
There was nothing there, just emptiness.
Haus couldn't help but ask, "Good boy, tell Grandpa, what are you looking at?"
After a long pause, Monica seemed to finally process what was happening, and she said blankly, "Captain, I want to see you, Captain."
"Oh... Linda... Haha, hahaha, I see, I understand, I completely understand!"
Halus slapped his thigh excitedly.
He finally understood what the most crucial missing element was in this experiment.
The stimulation wasn't strong enough.
Without a strong desire, one cannot become a witch.
The other test subjects captured by Halus cried and screamed, and within a week they turned into black chunks of flesh.
Only Monica, after discovering that no one would pay attention to her even if she cried, obediently began to accept the potion injection.
"Then Grandpa will reward you by letting you see Linda."
However, what you will see is his corpse!
Little Monica, remember this: it was you who killed your captain. Your kind grandfather, who was originally not going to hold a grudge against Linda for killing his brother, was going to let him go.
"It's because of you that I decided to cruelly murder Linda, right before your eyes!"
Halus stroked his chin with his right hand and laughed heartily.
Monica, who had been sitting in a cage with a blank expression, suddenly changed her expression and trembled with fear, clutching her head.
Upon seeing this, Halus showed a look of surprise and delight.
I never expected that mentioning Linda's name would have such a big effect.
As long as the stimulus is strong enough, and the magic potion is injected... success is guaranteed!
But there was one thing Halus had lied to Monica. Even if she didn't want to see Linda, Halus had no intention of letting the captain of the Phoenix Flower go.
It was to avenge his brother Cam that Halus accepted the invitation from the Doomsday Cult to become a "young dragon" in the Dragon's Rest Tomb.
"Wait, Kam, your brother will send that Linda to hell to see you right away..."
Halus muttered to himself with a crazed expression.
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Nighttime, in the Swan Amusement Park of White Dove City, in front of a crepe cart.
The queue stretched as far as the eye could see, filled with laughter and chatter.
Compared to some dark caves, the amusement park, filled with colorful neon lights, seems like paradise.
"Here you go, little one," the burly shopkeeper said with a smile, a white towel draped over his shoulder.
In front of the cart, a short man in a black robe stood on tiptoe to receive a crepe from the uncle.
This can also be called a dessert pancake with cake inside, filled with lots of strawberry jam. Fresh out of the oven, steaming hot, eating a crepe on a winter's night is a real treat.
The little man in the black robe started drooling just looking at him.
"Thank you."
Her craving for the delicious food overcame her anger at being called a "little kid." She happily took the crepe to the side, looked around to make sure no one she knew was there, and then pulled down her hood, revealing waist-length silver hair and a pair of cute cat ears.
The girl's white cat ears twitched, revealing warm pink flesh underneath. The weather was a bit chilly tonight, and the cat ears, just taken out of the hood, were emitting a faint steam.
Crepes are a specialty of White Dove City, and they're not available in Azure City. When she saw crepes on the flyer, she secretly made up her mind that since she had come all this way to White Dove City, she had to stay for a few days before leaving.
Anyway, no one will know that she is the dean of Qingkong University.
—Just then.
"Dean, please grant me the most important request of my life!"
Lost in the excitement of enjoying the delicious food, Bai Luo, a Light Rank cultivator, failed to notice a tall man approaching her from behind.
Upon suddenly hearing the words "Dean," Bai Luo trembled and let out a "Wow!" He had waited in line for a long time to buy a crepe, which then fell to the ground with a thud.
The cream and strawberry jam inside got covered in dirt and became inedible.
What a pity!
While feeling sorry for him, Bai Luo was even more afraid of something else. If this scene were captured by a reporter and published in the Adventurers' Weekly, it would be disastrous!
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