Mystery: But the Witch's Path

Chapter 140 Adam's Teaching

The next morning, as Altair listlessly ate breakfast at the table, Vivian, sitting next to her, asked curiously, "Didn't you sleep quite well last night? Why do you look so exhausted today?"

"Sigh," Altair sighed, then slowly raised her head, paused, and thought for a few seconds, preparing to craft her answer to the question. But at that moment, her mind went blank, her reactions were always a beat slow, and when she thought about a question, it was as if she were looking through a layer of fog, unsure how to think or answer.

After several seconds, she slowly said, "I will continue like this for the time being, so don't worry. I'm just using my consciousness to learn new knowledge."

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As they were talking, Altair put down his knife and explained, "I won't have breakfast with you today; I'm going to catch up on my sleep."

After saying that, Altair didn't wait for Vivian's reply. Instead, he got up, turned around, left the restaurant, returned to his bedroom, drew the curtains again, and started to catch up on his sleep.

A few minutes later, after Altair fell asleep, her consciousness floated back into Adam's Church of Bones.

When Altair's consciousness felt the blinding sunlight, she slumped her head and asked weakly, "Was it necessary?"

"I don't think I'll be coming to your class every time I lie down these days."

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Adam smiled and nodded, "Yes."

"This is all for your own good. You'll understand when you grow up."

"Learning is not for me, it's for yourself."

Hearing these familiar words, Altair tilted his head slightly and chuckled speechlessly, "You little black devil, ————"

Before he could finish speaking, Adam used his psychologist abilities to forcibly suppress Altair's mental fatigue. He picked up a textbook and said to her, "Altair, please pick up your textbook and memorize these facts. They are all basic knowledge—you'll need them all—I'll arrange a mock exam for you later—"

On December 28, 1347, late at night, inside the Church of the Bone, Adam calmly looked at the exam paper before him and said, "You've done quite well. All my hard work as your teacher has been worthwhile."

"Then I, Grisha Adam, hereby declare you graduated."

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Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Upon hearing this, Altair, sitting to the side, remained unmoved. He silently raised his left hand and extended his middle finger, praising symmetrically, "Teacher Adam, your teaching is truly excellent. You must be a respected and good father, your family must be harmonious, fulfilling, and loving, and your relatives and friends must be—"

On December 29, 1347, at dusk, Altair slowly woke up. After sitting up for a few seconds, she lay back down, covered herself with the blanket, and shakily rang the bell to call her maids.

When she heard the knock, she casually said, "Come in."

He bent down slightly and, upon recognizing Eileen, said, "Eileen, go and tell the boiler room to turn the fire up a bit; I'm feeling a little cold."

"Also, prepare some hot tea and desserts for me, and bring them over later. I'm a little hungry."

Eileen nodded slightly and replied respectfully, "Understood, I'll make the arrangements right away."

Half an hour later, Altair struggled to get out of bed, sat on the sofa in the bedroom, drank hot tea, and ate some small cakes.

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Recalling the unbearable days of the past ten days, she kept sighing, unsure whether to feel fortunate or despair.

Grisha Adam, once half of the ancient sun god and now the king of angels, forced her to study every day while she slept in order to create a psychological plague of "mass burnout." In just twelve and a half days, he taught her most of the psychology.

Although she gained a lot, she was in despair during this period. Her spiritual body studied at a high intensity for 24 hours a day for twelve consecutive days. Well, it was hard to describe such a life. Even in her previous life, before she transmigrated, she had never enjoyed such a good life!

In the evening, Altair sat at the dining table, enjoying his dinner with great pleasure.

Seeing this, Vivian asked curiously, "Has your studies ended for this period of time?"

Altair was too hungry to look up and reply, but simply nodded heavily in response.

After finishing the tender steak on his plate, Altair looked up at the table and chose another dish.

However, perhaps because he hadn't been eating normally recently, Altair was hesitant and didn't want to choose anything too greasy.

Seeing this, Vivian handed her plate to Altair and said, "I'm full, you can have it."

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Altair didn't stand on ceremony. After taking the plate, he said as he cut the food, "I think we should hire a new chef. I'm tired of many of his dishes."

Vivian smiled and said indulgently, "Okay, have you decided what kind of chef you want to hire? I'll make the arrangements in a couple of days."

Altair paused briefly, stopped eating, looked up and thought for a moment, then said, "Please hire a chef who specializes in Fenneport cuisine; I'm craving spicy food lately."

"Hmm... let's hire another pastry chef from Intis. I don't know why, but I've been liking desserts more and more lately, and the head chef too—"

"How are you feeling?"

Vivian chuckled and said, "Sure, whatever you like."

After chatting for a while, Vivian said to Altair with a reluctant expression, "I won't be able to return to our ancestral land with you this year. At noon, I finished embodying and digesting my extraordinary characteristics as the Witch of Pain. I'm preparing to travel to the Southern Continent soon to hold my advancement ceremony and become the 'Witch of Despair.'"

Altair hesitated for a few seconds before asking, "Why are we going to the Southern Continent? Can't we go to the Northern Continent?"

Vivian poked Altair's forehead with her finger in exasperation, reminding him, "You've forgotten, the Northern Continent is entirely the territory of the Seven Gods. Wherever there are people and churches, there will be their spies."

"It's unlikely that a small city could gather 30,000 people, but in a large city, if a plague broke out among 30,000 people, it would definitely be discovered and they would face being wanted by the authorities."

"The Southern Continent is different. Although the traces of the Seven Gods can be found there, it has not yet reached the point where believers are everywhere. Moreover, a war is currently breaking out there."

"If the corpses are not handled properly after the war, it can easily lead to an outbreak of plague."

"With the outbreak of the plague, I only need to slightly enhance the virus, go with the flow, and reap the lives of some people who were going to die soon anyway. It's easy to get away with it this way."

"By the time the Punishers and Night Watchers found out, I had already completed my advancement and returned to the Northern Continent."