Chapter 259 Failed to get promoted?
That night, Angel made all preparations for the promotion at home.
She had ground the Feynapotter flies into powder by hand and placed them in a special test tube. She had squeezed the juice from the black datura flowers, filtered it, and bottled it. The mummy ashes she had bought from the pharmacist Darkwell were also accurately weighed and kept aside.
She had a delicious dinner, which resolved most of the cravings that had been heightened by carrying the "Ring of Madness" for a long time. She placed all of her magical items, including the "Magic Pocket Watch," and her charms in the second-floor bedroom, away from the basement. Although experience showed that carrying magical items would not affect her advancement, Sequence 6 was a stage that neither she nor Cole Granger had ever experienced, so everything had to be done to the maximum extent possible.
The crimson moon that was still full a few days ago now revealed a chip, which would not affect the spirituality of the Beyonder.
Taking a last look at the view outside the window, Angel took all the potion materials to the basement and placed them one by one on the alchemy table.
Finally, she did not forget to use the pendulum to do a simple divination to confirm whether there would be any danger in tonight's promotion.
Although the pendulum method is not the divination method that "witches" are good at, it is often more accurate than the magic mirror for such "yes or no" questions. The slowly rotating clockwise topaz tells Angel that there will be danger in tonight's promotion, but it is not big.
This is in line with the rules of taking potions to advance. Even if it is foolproof, there are still certain risks in the advancement itself. However, I have completely digested the previous sequence, so these risks are acceptable.
Pour the black mandrake juice, Fenepot fly powder and mummy ashes into the crucible filled with pure water one by one. Angel opened the box containing the eyes of the enchantress and took out all the curled spider-silk-like enchantress hair inside, feeling their silky touch in his hands, and then put all the hair into the crucible.
When this ball of hair, which was larger than the volume of the crucible, came into contact with the gray-black solution, it immediately dissolved into it and disappeared without a trace. The entire pot of solution did not increase in volume at all. For a moment, Angel thought that the action of putting the hair in was an illusion.
"Finally, there are two main ingredients..."
She placed two enchantress eyes, which were about the same size as human eyes, into the water and watched them float, gradually dyeing the gray-black solution red.
Opening another small iron box, she placed the silk gland of an adult giant widow spider, a black and purple heart-shaped sac, into the crucible. The floating silk gland collided with the two eyeballs and slowly sank into the red solution, making it even more bright red, like blood.
The liquid in the crucible began to rotate on its own, with a depression in the middle and bulges around it, like a whirlpool in the sea, attracting Angel's attention.
Such a strange sight prompted her to do another impromptu divination, confirming that what she saw before her was the correctly configured "Pleasure Witch" potion.
Transferring the potion from the pot into the cup, Angel raised the cup and drank it all in one gulp.
As soon as the potion entered her throat, it burned from her esophagus all the way to her stomach, making her feel hot all over. Her limbs and torso seemed to be burned by flames, and transparent blisters formed on her skin, then slowly disappeared into her body.
Strands of light golden silk threads stretched out from behind Angel, fell to the ground, and gradually piled up. She looked closely and found that they were her own hair. They were growing rapidly and becoming longer. Soon they filled the ground under her feet and gathered beside her under the constraints of the spiritual wall.
Rapid hair growth...is this a sign of losing control?
Angel immediately recalled the books he had read inside the Nighthawks. One of the signs of losing control is the rapid growth of hair and nails.
But apart from feeling a little hot and the pain of blisters constantly rising on her skin, she didn't seem to have the feeling of being on the verge of losing control that she had felt the previous times she took the potion.
As Angel was looking at the long hair on the ground with eyes wide open, the scene in front of his eyes suddenly disappeared, leaving only a blood-red color surging from the void. They were like the light of a full moon, and like the strange red color when a blood moon appeared.
Suddenly, Angel's spirit, which had gradually stabilized after taking the potion, began to boil like boiling water, and the body that housed these spirits also began to boil as if it was thrown into boiling water!
"ah--"
Angel let out a scream and fell into her long golden hair that covered the ground. She stretched out a hand to support herself on the ground and found that in addition to the blisters before, there were several more irregular red lines on the exposed skin... No, those were not lines, they were cracks. Her skin was cracking!
Struggling to break through the spiritual wall, Angel stumbled down the stairs out of the basement, tripped over his own hair, and fell to the cold floor of the living room.
She struggled to raise her upper body, and her sight happened to meet the bay window next to the gate and the full blood moon outside the window.
"Why...hasn't it already been a full moon..."
As soon as a trace of doubt arose in her mind, it was filled with pain that was about to boil her whole body.
"Magic mirror double... magic wand... pocket watch..."
One after another, life-saving items and extraordinary abilities to escape from difficult situations emerged from her mind in the intervals between pains, but these magical items and spellcasting materials were carefully placed on the second floor by her and were now out of reach.
Oh, and there's a dressing mirror and a magic mirror stand-in in the bathroom...
Angel tried to gather the spiritual energy in her body and make a final struggle through her substitute, but the boiling spiritual energy was not controlled by her brain at all. Not to mention the magic mirror substitute which consumed a lot of energy, she couldn't even ignite a spiritual flame.
At this point, even if you put a magic mirror or a magic wand in her hands, she wouldn't have enough spiritual power to use them...
But even so, she still subconsciously crawled towards the second floor, where there were various equipment and items. The hair that was longer than her height and was dragged behind her before now became the biggest obstacle, binding her hands and feet and making it difficult for her to move.
After crawling a few steps, Angel gave up struggling, his limbs went limp, and he fell to the ground, twitching. The only thing he had on him, a yellow crystal pendant used for divination, rolled to the side.
"Night... Goddess... Lord of Crimson..."
In a daze, she chanted the name of the goddess, but the endless pain and twitching limbs made her interrupt her prayers several times, and in the end she was unable to recite the prayer in full.
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Cherwood District, Minsk Street 15.
“A-choo——”
Klein Moretti covered his mouth and nose with a tissue and sneezed. He then wiped his nose with the tissue, rolled it into a ball, and threw it into the trash can beside him. There were already seven or eight rolled-up tissues in the basket, almost covering the garbage below.
Last night, he, Sharon, and Maric set up an ambush at the abandoned West Balam shipyard and jointly defeated the Rose School Beyonders who were chasing the two defectors.
Afterwards, Klein received his share of rewards: a "werewolf" Beyonder characteristic, a "Book of Secrets" containing occult knowledge, and a magical item, a biological toxin bottle.
His current cold symptoms stemmed from the latter's biological toxins. Even without unscrewing the cap to release the toxin, carrying it would gradually weaken and eventually cause illness. He had merely hidden at the Lever Church in the West District for half an hour with this magical item, avoiding the Mechanical Heart's pursuit, and the time it took to get home had resulted in this.
"Maybe I should drink a glass of water and go to bed early, and my cold will be gone tomorrow. Hey, don't ask, the answer is just drink more hot water."
He laughed at himself, stood up from the sofa, and prepared to wash up and go to bed.
At this moment, a ray of moonlight, more concentrated than before, shone into the living room through the gap in the curtains that were not completely drawn, almost covering the gas lamplight in the room and covering all the furniture with a layer of crimson gauze.
Klein curiously walked to the bay window, pulled aside the curtains, and looked at the sky. He discovered that the crimson moon, which had previously been missing a corner, had once again turned bright red and full.
"Another sudden blood moon? This is the second one this month. The last blood moon when I was promoted was only two weeks ago..."
Klein muttered to himself as he drew the curtains. He sighed, went upstairs to his bedroom, closed the doors and windows, and prepared to enter the gray foggy space.
During the blood moon, Miss Magician is likely to need help, so it seems that I will be busy for a while. Fortunately, based on experience, this sudden blood moon will not last too long.
As expected, just as he was getting ready, Klein heard layers of illusory prayers echoing in his ears.
Just as he was about to take four steps backwards towards the gray fog, another voice reached his ears, also chanting the honorific name of “The Fool,” but the tone was incredibly familiar.
His heart tightened, and Klein didn't bother to think too much. He quickly walked four steps counterclockwise, chanting names such as "Blessings and Infinite Heavenly Venerable", allowing his spirit to enter the gray fog and into the magnificent palace.
In the endless starry sky in the distance, two illusory stars were constantly expanding and contracting. One belonged to the "Magician" lady who had just joined the Tarot Club, and the other...
In the void surrounded by other stars that he had gazed at countless times, another star was lit again. It belonged to Miss "Queen", Angel Granger.
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