The Witcher: Start with getting the Crimson modifier

Chapter 71 Lifting the Curse, Sombra

"Aaron, are you cooking shit in my house?!"

The sound of Irene growling and collapsing reached Aaron's ears.

Aaron's lilting ditty, humming, froze immediately.

He looked at the suspicious liquid that was bubbling and bubbling in the crucible with a guilty conscience.

This.
Shouldn't it? !

Irene used a stance witchcraft, and the translucent shield rose to isolate the outside air.

She walked into the kitchen and looked at Aaron, who was wearing a crow mask and hiding cautiously in the secondary protection position, feeling annoyed and funny in her heart.

I dare you to know how to take your own protective measures.

It's a mask again, and it's also a protective stance.

However, when Irene's eyes fell on the gurgling cauldron, the smile that had just been raised became forced.

Every time a bubble explodes, a wisp of yellow smoke can be seen rising and sticking to the kitchen.

"This, is the paint used to draw the pattern?" Irene asked with a stiff face.

Aaron felt guilty, and had an inexplicable feeling of being caught doing bad things in the master's house. His eyes wandered, but his voice was very calm and natural:

"Yes, Miss Irene, the paint has been boiled, just waiting for you to come."

"Sorry, I didn't know this thing would be like this when it was boiled." Aaron's expression was very helpless.

Irene chuckled, and said in a very reasonable way: "There is no way to do this. If it was in a special potion refining room, this kind of thing would not happen. I don't blame you."

"The temperature of this crucible is very high now, can I help you take it out?" Irene asked cautiously.

She knew from Aaron that the arrangement of this ceremony could not be done by others.

"no problem."

Rituals must be done by hand, which refers to the three parts of laying the foundation stone of the ritual, boiling the material, and drawing the pattern.

If lifting a crucible will affect it, that would be too exaggerated.

After Irene got a positive answer, she used the zero-ring witchcraft 'Wizard's Hand'.

The magic power built a translucent arm like a finger arm, grabbed the crucible and walked out.

Aaron followed closely behind.

It stands to reason that liquid gold will solidify after the temperature cools down naturally.

But this 'ink' is still a flowing liquid after it cools down.

Moreover, the smell was not as horrible as when it was boiled. On the contrary, there was a faint pleasant fragrance, which lifted Aaron's spirits.

It's hard to imagine that the ink in this pot was asked by Irene not long ago if he was cooking shit at home.

Aaron took a deep breath, grabbed the special pattern pen, and drew the ink from the cauldron.

About half of the ink was quickly drawn out.

The design of the pattern pen is very similar to that of a fountain pen, with a hollow cavity like an ink bag, but the ink storage capacity is amazing.

The ink drawn was enough to ensure Aaron finished the drawing in one go.

The development history of this kind of pen is closely related to the drawing of witchcraft crystals and witchcraft circles, so I won’t mention it here.

Aaron walked to the abutment made of sea moon sand and drew it carefully.

All the lines have long been familiar in his heart and can no longer be familiar.

Aaron's pen is fast and precise, drawing quickly and accurately.

Irene looked at the patterns drawn by Aaron, and saw an indescribably precise beauty.

'With such talent, even if you can't become a wizard, you can still draw high-quality wizard crystals. '

Half an hour later, the formation was completed, and his mental power poured into the formation below him like quicksilver.

The spiritual seeds in Aaron's mind suddenly shook violently.

Catkin-like ashes began to appear on the bright and colorful island, and these ashes fluctuated and floated around.

The bright sun turned into a cold moon.

The island faded from its bright colors and turned into a cold and gloomy gray.

Cold, without any temperature.

Like a faded scroll.

The leafy trees began to wither and rot, and the soft white-gold gravel turned into a black swamp under the erosion of the turbid sea water.

There is an oily viscous substance floating on it, and a bubble explodes from time to time.

There were other voices in the originally gentle sea breeze.

Listen carefully, there are mournful wailing, crazy raving, and vicious cursing.

They mingled and squeezed into Aaron's head.

Under the influence of these voices, Aaron's clear blue pupils were no longer as clear as before, and the eyeballs were covered with blood, showing a little more madness inside.

The centipede-like curse left on the back of his hand squirmed, spread quickly, and crawled out along Aaron's arm.

Torso, limbs, neck, cheeks.
Aaron twisted his limbs, the veins on his face bulged, and he howled in pain.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" rang in Aaron's ears like a viper-like cold and greasy voice.

"Ah. Leng, ah. Ah. Ya. Leng." The voice approached quickly, calling Aaron's name.

The tone is changing from fuzzy to clear, from far to near, as if right beside Aaron.

"Ah Ya. Leng," Aaron's will sank into endless darkness, his eyes became hollow, Aaron's mouth opened and closed, and the voice came from his mouth!

'Aaron, you are mine aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah ! ! '

The cold and greasy voice hadn't finished yet, when the pattern drawn by Aaron suddenly stirred up a circle of fluctuations.

This voice was like being thrown into a hot oil pan, into a sea of ​​knives and flames, and suffered a creepy feeling.

His screams were so shrill, as if he was being tortured by thousands of knives, it made people shudder.

Aaron's body fell to the ground like a boiled prawn, bent into a ball.

The distorted facial features were squeezed together, the face was ferocious, and the saliva flowed out of the mouth uncontrollably.

The black threads all over the body shrunk back crazily, wanting to return to the previous state.

However, no matter how the black threads struggled, they were all sucked into Aaron's eyebrows.

The wailing sound of that cold and slippery voice also came to Aaron's mind along with these black lines.

These black lines gathered together and turned into an indistinct black shadow.

It will turn into a human shape for a while, and a snake for a while. Just looking at this black shadow, you can feel the strong negative emotions on it.

Pain, violence, madness.
If a senior knight faced this shadow directly, his sanity would collapse in an instant.

However, at this moment, this black shadow seemed to be suffering from torture like a mountain of knives and a sea of ​​fire, struggling in pain.

The spiritual seed in Aaron's mind, the size of a grain of rice, pierced out many silk threads like a sea urchin.

These silk threads plunged into the black shadow, just like drinking a drink, sucking some of its inner qualities.

The spiritual seeds the size of rice grains began to grow slowly.

(End of this chapter)