The Witch's Wandering Alchemist's Diary

This is an obvious gamble.

The gamble is on whether Lou Le will be a person who keeps his promises in the future.

There was no contract, only a token.

Moreover, Lou Le's residence is not fixed, and sometimes it is difficult to find her.

Even if we find her, she might not be able to get the medicine because of her mood.

So, are you going to gamble?

The portly merchant bowed his head and said, "Your friendship is an honor to us."

Lou Le glanced down at the fat merchant and then tossed Mu Xin to him.

The wood core is entirely emerald green, like jade.

However, it is lighter than jade, feels like wood, and emits a faint glow.

The portly merchant hurriedly accepted Mu Xin's gift and thanked him profusely.

Lou Le looked at him and said, "Are you very bold to make a decision so quickly?"

The portly merchant explained, "When I delivered this high-class slave, I had already given him to you. In any case, I won't lose anything more. Whether it was the original agreement or the current one, for me, it's just a change in the future."

"But I always bet you would become a great mage and a great alchemist."

"Therefore, even with the current agreement, it is still advantageous to me. Even if my gamble fails in the future, all I will lose is a high-class slave."

"Nothing was lost more."

The portly merchant respectfully explained the reason to Lou Le.

"snort."

Lou Le snorted: "The Canjin Chamber of Commerce, huh? I'll remember that. Whatever your reason for agreeing today, you won't be disappointed."

He ran his fingers over the surface of the book at his waist and placed twenty bottles of healing potions on the table beside him.

"Consider this the initial payment for your treatment."

Lou Le mounted the bone horse, and the merchant ordered several burly female warriors to lift the coffin onto a cart and cover it with a layer of airtight burlap.

After hanging the rope on the horse's back, Lou Le drove the bony horse towards his home.

Only after Lou Le left did the fat businessman breathe a sigh of relief.

He picked up a bottle of healing potion and examined it closely: "This luster is truly beautiful and captivating."

A female warrior said, "Guild Master, if it's just healing potions, we can find other alchemists to make them. Why do we have to curry favor with a mage like this?"

The fat businessman glanced at the female warrior and said, "Because I'm investing in the future. At such a young age, she's already become a first-circle mage and alchemist. Just how strong do you think her future growth will be?"

"Besides, haven't we already made a profit? Didn't you buy that girl with a bottle of watered-down healing potion? Now we have twenty bottles of healing potions. Selling them to orcs will get us lots and lots of furs, and selling them to the barbarians in the frozen wastelands will get us ore."

"Not to mention anything else. Besides, didn't you see she has spatial equipment?"

The fat merchant ignored the female warrior.

After Lou Le returned home, she threw the carriage on the ground and made it grow back to its original size.

Lou Le nodded in satisfaction after harnessing the bony horse to the carriage.

"It's time for this carriage to go out and be seen. It will be discovered eventually when it leaves, so there's no point in hiding it."

With that thought in mind, Lou Le opened the coffin.

After struggling to push it open, I found a hazy white mist rising from inside.

Lou Le immediately stepped back and stared at the white mist with the Eye of Grandet.

[Sleeping Gas]

"The sleeping gas collected by the Golden Merchant Guild from a battlefield where a mage fought can put animals or humans into a deep sleep and reduce their daily energy expenditure."

Once the white mist dissipated, Lou Le leaned over the coffin to look inside.

After lifting that thin veil, the half-elf's appearance was finally revealed to Lou Le.

It is very exquisite, with characteristics of indifference and inorganicity.

She seems like a girl with no money, no job, and no emotional fluctuations, just by looking at her face.

"Perhaps I can use a pet contract to turn it into my own pet."

Lou Le muttered, "After all, humans and elves are also animals."

Lou Le wouldn't have this idea if it were a normal pet contract. However, this is a pet contract that has been distorted by magic, so it should be possible.

She placed her palm on the neck of the half-elf girl in front of her and slowly uttered strange syllables.

A spell is one of the elements of casting a spell.

As a wisp of dark light appeared in Lou Le's hand, it gradually spread to the half-elf girl's neck.

A complex thorny pattern formed, and Lou Le felt a connection being established between himself and the half-elf in front of him.

"I can punish her myself, and I can restrict her movements."

Lou Le carefully sensed the pet contract and felt that it was no different from a slave contract.

She lay beside the coffin, constantly poking the half-elf's cheek.

It's so soft and bouncy, and it smells wonderful.

The hair is a beautiful light green, like a tender bud.

It took about ten minutes before the half-elf girl finally woke up.

She slowly opened her eyes and sat up straight in the coffin.

Slowly surveying her surroundings, the half-elf still wore that cold, inorganic expression.

Lou Le looked at her and said, "I am Lou Le, your master. You can call me Master Lou Le, or Miss Lou Le."

"What's your name?"

The half-elf remained silent as she listened to Lou Le's questioning, even scrutinizing Lou Le.

Lou Le frowned slightly: "Hey, it seems you didn't hear what I said."

Lou Le felt her witch blood boiling, causing violent thoughts to surge through her mind.

She grinned and snapped her fingers.

A crackling electrical current instantly spread throughout the half-elf's entire body.

The half-elf was overcome with pain and collapsed back into the coffin with a thud.

She was trembling all over, her teeth grinding together.

Lou Le sat on the edge of the coffin, looking down at the half-elf.

What is your name?

The half-elf gritted her teeth, her already pale face turning even paler.

However, areas like the arms turned bright red from the electric shock.

The more she saw the half-elf in pain, the faster her blood boiled.

They couldn't help but laugh.

It was only at this moment that Lou Le realized something.

No wonder the note on that succubus horn was casually plucked from a succubus that was being used as a vase by the roadside.

The world of witches must be a tyrannical and cruel race that has enslaved countless races in the starry sea.

No wonder I'm getting excited right now.