Chapter 15 Circe, explode the gold coins!
On Aiyu Island, the night is as quiet as water, and a waning moon hangs high in the sky.
As mealtime approaches, the rich aroma of food wafts out from the tree house.
"Tomorrow morning, I want to go off the island."
"You're leaving?"
Circe, who was happily busy at the dining table, raised her head in surprise, and the smile on her face froze.
Lorne put down the spoon in his hand and raised his hands in surrender.
"Don't worry, I'm just trying to find some nearby targets to practice on and see if I can find a way to break through."
"real?"
After hearing this explanation, the gloominess on Circe's face eased a little. She then sniffed doubtfully, leaned forward and sniffed Lorne up and down, her eyes instantly becoming sharp.
"No, it smells like a lie!"
“Bang!”
A loud slap hit Circe's head, and Lorne pointed behind him with a dark face.
"What a lie! If you don't turn around, you're going to set the kitchen on fire!"
Suddenly, Circe was startled, looked up at the soup pot on the stove that was bubbling and had turned red at the edges, her face changed immediately, and she rushed into the tragic scene screaming.
"Ah, my Huxeon 3.0!"
A quarter of an hour later, the dusty Great Witch of Aiyu Island rushed out of the smoke-filled kitchen carrying a half-pot of oatmeal porridge that she had rescued.
The originally fair face was now completely dark, with only two pink pupils remaining, rolling around. The sharpness and sophistication that had suddenly burst out of his body was gone, leaving only a certain aura of "wisdom".
Sitting at the dining table, Loen's mouth twitched, and he stroked his forehead and shook his head.
"You're going out tomorrow morning, right? This meal is just a good way to practice for you."
Circe wiped her face with clean water without any concern, and enthusiastically promoted her masterpiece to her beloved disciple.
"Come on, try my new oatmeal porridge. It's fresh out of the pot, guaranteed to be fresh!"
Loen glanced at the thick green soup that seemed to be infused with evil energy, and the few suspicious sediments floating at the bottom of the pot that looked like charred crocodile skin. He sniffed the strong burnt smell in the air and his eyelids twitched.
He suspected that this bowl of food would send him away immediately.
"This is all messed up, I'll definitely do it next time!"
Lorne kept a stiff smile on his face, pushed away the bowl of soup, and politely declined the offer, which was not sure whether it was from Circe's kindness or malice.
Then, without waiting for Circe to react, he decisively pulled away from the dining table in a fairly smooth motion, moved a sealed clay jar from under the floor of his bedroom, and placed it on the dining table.
"It just so happens that I made some drinks earlier. Let's drink mine first."
As he spoke, the old seal on the pottery jar was opened, and a rich and wonderful fruity aroma filled the air.
Then, the mouth of the jar tilted, and a stream of purple-red nectar poured into the empty bowl, sparkling with an amber luster.
Circe's nose twitched and her eyes lit up: "It smells so good, did you make it with grapes?"
Luo En nodded with a smile, picked up the ceramic bowl, and handed it to his witch teacher. "Authentic grape juice, try it."
Circe took the earthenware bowl and looked at the crystal clear liquid in the container curiously, but she did not rush to drink it. Instead, she narrowed her eyes and glanced at her beloved disciple suspiciously.
"Something's wrong. You've never been so attentive before. Did you poison it?"
"Yes, yes, I poisoned it."
Loen rolled his eyes and walked forward to take the pottery jar away.
"Don't bluff me, it's clearly grape juice!"
However, before Lorne could reach out, Circe snatched the pottery jar away and puffed out her chest with confidence.
"Humph, and I'm not afraid even if it's poisoned! I'm your potion teacher, and with your level, you can't poison me!"
As she spoke, the witch raised the corners of her lips, unexpectedly picked up the clay jar, and poured the entire jar of grape juice directly into her throat.
"You, you drank it all?"
Loen looked at Circe in astonishment, with a dull and complicated expression.
"Haha, of course!"
Circe raised her chin triumphantly and grinned, revealing her true intentions.
"Humph, all the drinks you hid have been taken away. Now...now...drink...drink...drink my oatmeal obediently!"
However, for some reason, her thinking became increasingly slow, her words became increasingly unclear, and she felt a heat boiling inside her body. It felt as if she was stepping on balls of cotton. Her body swayed left and right without any force, and the scenery in front of her kept spinning and splitting apart.
"Strange...strange, how did you...how did you become...two?"
Circe held a bowl of oatmeal in one hand and scratched her head with the other, her fair face flushed like a sunset glow.
"I told you to taste it slowly, but you drank it all..."
Looking at the Eagle Witch circling around him, Loen's mouth twitched slightly and he stroked his forehead helplessly.
"How do you feel now?"
"I... I feel a little dizzy... but... it's great!"
Circe raised one hand with a fist, showing extraordinary excitement.
"So what is this?"
"ten!"
The witch answered cheerfully, looking proud.
"Congratulations, the answer is correct!"
Loen complimented loudly, and at the same time, he put his right hand with two fingers extended behind his back, looked at the silly bird that was staggering and obviously losing its mind, and nodded with satisfaction.
Well, it's lame.
It seems that, just as recorded in the epic, even demigods cannot resist this magic potion called "wine".
In particular, the wine he brewed and purified himself.
Loen pushed away the Xu Keong 3.0 in front of him, weighed the empty pottery jar on the table, and the corners of his lips raised to form a happy arc.
A few years ago, in his spare time, he collected grapes on the island and tried to make a batch of private brew using the natural fermentation method mentioned in ancient books that he remembered.
This method does not require the addition of koji, but relies on the yeast that grows on the surface of the grape skin, and then ferments the grapes into wine through sealing and temperature control.
I don’t know if it’s because of the talent brought by his blood and divinity, but he has an extraordinary sensitivity and understanding of things related to brewing.
The experiment was not only successful at one time, but also reached the level of craft beer.
These stocks that were stored in advance were actually originally prepared for the gambling goddess.
However, considering that the risk is too great and the other party is too sensitive, it is inevitable that you will end up losing more than you gain.
So, the first result was finally used on the silly bird Circe.
Originally, he just wanted to use the excuse of having a few drinks to get his witch teacher drunk.
But unexpectedly, she didn't know whether she was overconfident or really brave, but she actually drank the whole jar of her own brewed wine in one breath.
Now, I’m afraid I won’t wake up for another three to five days.
But it just so happens that...
Loen looked up at Circe, who was drunk and sleeping soundly on the table. He rubbed his hands and walked towards the great witch of Ayo Island, with an evil smile on his handsome face immersed in the night.
Teacher, you have tortured me for so long, now it is finally your turn to get gold coins.
I went out to play cards and drink with others tonight, so it's a bit late, so I'll report back first.
Two more updates will be posted tomorrow at noon.
(End of this chapter)
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