The Witch's Wandering Alchemist's Diary

Chapter 93 The Succubus's Predatory Methods [4k]

The butler hesitated for a moment, then extended a hand.

"Ten grams."

"Twenty gold coins, pay up." Lou Le gestured to the steward that he could pay.

The butler was taken aback: "Isn't a bottle of potion supposed to cost nine gold and eight silver? Add ten grams of succubus horn powder, and that makes nineteen gold and eight silver, doesn't it?"

Lou Le glanced at him and said, "The remaining two taels of silver are my labor costs."

"So that's how it is."

The steward took out twenty gold coins from a small bag hanging from his waist.

Lou Le scraped the powder off the succubus horn, while Limela examined the gold coins.

She inspected each one carefully, returning any coins with worn edges, uneven surfaces, or that had been cut.

"These gold coins are no good, exchange them for new ones."

The butler didn't say anything, but simply replaced the coins with a few more good ones.

Lou Le casually scraped off some powder, estimating it to be about ten grams, before pouring it into a bottle.

These succubus horns do indeed have similar effects, and Lou Le absolutely did not deceive people on this matter.

After handing the two bottles to the steward, the steward rode away on his horse.

The noble lord is getting impatient!

Viscount Gottfried is one of the most prominent nobles in Greystone City, though he is not yet the city lord.

However, its influence in Graystone City is significant.

His family came here before Graystone City was even established.

They are extremely wealthy and enjoy indulging in pleasure.

The potions concocted by alchemists in the past were designed to stimulate the body's internal processes, which would deplete the body's reserves.

As a result, I have become increasingly weak in recent years.

So I wanted to find some topical medications that wouldn't take a toll on my body.

Ever since he heard about the Mixed Power Stone Skin Potion, his eyes lit up and he felt there was hope.

Viscount Gottfried's house was a large estate, a castle with gardens, decorated with statues everywhere, and was also known as Gottfried Estate.

The butler walked through the garden and into the castle.

This type of castle is square in shape, with round towers at the four corners and a prominent square main castle in the center.

Building such a massive structure in an aristocratic district can only be described as extravagant.

After entering through the main gate, you turn left and right along the way, and the maids and servants all bow and greet you.

The butler ignored them and went straight to Lord Gottfried's bedroom.

Gottfried was a man of considerable fat, which was enough to show his noble status, and his pale skin was enough to show his wealthy family background.

"Sir, the medicine is here."

The butler stood by the bed and said respectfully, "That master mage also gave us ten grams of succubus horns."

"demon?"

Gottfried frowned as he spoke; he knew about demons.

A bloody, abominable thing. It can tear everything in its path apart, and it also possesses magic!

This kind of thing was mentioned in the family education of noble families.

"They are demons called succubi, the embodiment of charm and desire..." The butler repeated Lou Le's words, and then took out the potion and succubus horn powder.

Gottfried thought for a moment: "Help me to the study."

The butler placed the two bottles of medicine on the table next to him and rang the bell again.

Several male servants and a female servant quickly ran in from outside.

The butler said, "Quickly help the master get dressed."

Several male servants helped Gottfried up from the bed, while the maids quickly went to get his clothes.

Nobles kept many male servants because the servants were strong enough to handle various tasks within the castle.

Maids are much more troublesome. Unless it's an old family, nobles generally have more male servants than female servants.

Only a lady's personal servants would be maids.

Of course, Gottfried kept three to five maids to serve meals.

These maids possessed high levels of beauty and knowledge, and they would attend various important occasions, especially when nobles visited, where they would be used to entertain the nobles and showcase their talents.

He flaunted his wealthy family background, saying he could support so many idle people who did nothing.

Being a servant in a noble household is a highly coveted profession in this world. It means a life free from worries about food and clothing, and no need to fear wind or rain.

Nobles disliked using wooden plates, but they also found glass plates somewhat cheap.

So they used black bread as plates, with holes cut into them to hold thick soups and the like.

After use, these breads, soaked in oil and broth, are thrown away.

Of course, in the vast majority of cases, the servants themselves ate these things, which were better than what they usually ate, especially the lower-ranking maids and servants.

After he was dressed, two male servants helped Gottfried to the study, which was on the second floor of the central tower.

Gottfried searched for a long time before finally finding a stack of parchment books.

It was wrinkled and quite large.

It was almost the size of a person's entire upper torso, and it was placed on the table by the window.

Gottfried looked closely.

The book is titled "The Travelogue of a Bard," and it was written by an illegitimate son of his ancestor, whose life was quite legendary.

I have traveled to many places and met many people.

When he returned here in his later years, he wrote down most of his experiences.

This book is generally used to introduce children to literacy because it is interesting enough and covers a wide range of topics from all over the world, which can quickly help children develop a worldview.

Therefore, the illegitimate child was reinstated by the family, his surname was restored, and he was given a lot of money and preferential treatment.

Gottfried also read this book when he was a child, and he read many strange and wonderful stories in it.

One mage said he wanted to go beyond the sky, while some mages spent their lives researching how to break through the upper limit of the sixth ring of magic.

Some mages believe that there must be a new race beyond the sky, and that magic will no longer be the only power at that time.

Some mages even believe that professionals may become even more powerful than mages in the future.

All sorts of strange and wonderful things I've seen and heard are written in this book.

Gottfried found the book on mages, which records his observations and experiences about mages.

"Once, a mad mage with a jeweled staff asked me: 'Do you know what the world looks like?' I replied: 'The world is what I see.' So the mad mage prepared to gouge out my eyes in order to obtain the world."

"But I said, if you gouge out my eyes, then the world in my eyes will disappear, so I can only gouge out one of my eyes. That way, the world I see will still be in my eyes."

"The sorcerer agreed and gouged out one of my eyes. As he was about to leave, I called out to him."

I told him: I've given you my world. So your world should also be given to me. Even if you don't give it to me, you should at least tell me what it looks like so I can find it myself.

"That mad mage said: The world is surrounded by four elemental planes of earth, water, fire, and wind, and countless smaller planes. Above these planes is the astral plane, where gods who have not yet been personified exist."

"The Astral Plane is small above, while a plane as small as the Astral Plane is called the Abyss, which lies below. And the plane that surrounds the world between the Astral Plane and the Abyss is called Purgatory."

"The abyss is the end of all filth, where endless demons reside."

"And purgatory is the lair of cunning demons who deceive all creatures they encounter."

"I asked again what demons looked like, and the mad old sorcerer said demons were ferocious and beautiful. Succubi, in particular, were the embodiment of desire, possessing a bizarre beauty. Their breath could enable a frail old man to conquer all directions, and they could drain all males. Their knowledge and skills were beyond anyone's imagination."

"They possess extraordinary beauty."

As a child, Gottfried loved watching a passage that followed, in which his illegitimate ancestor used a lengthy and beautiful description of the succubus's hunting methods.

He really enjoys watching it.

After reviewing it, he nodded in satisfaction: "It really is that succubus."

He took the bottle of succubus horn powder from the butler, uncorked it, and took a slight sniff.

It was indeed a devilish scent mixed with a hint of sulfur. Just one whiff made me feel hot and full of energy.

"Very good, very good."

Gottfried looked at the succubus powder and said, "Go, prepare the carriage. I'm going to the theater."

The butler immediately bowed and said, "Yes, sir."

Gottfried was already ready to show off his newfound possession; this succubus powder was truly amazing.

Thief's tunnel.

Lou Le only paid a tiny bit of attention to the succubus powder.

Because it really doesn't involve any technical skill.

Although it seems like Succubus Horns can earn a lot of gold coins, Succubus Horns can only be obtained through dungeons.

The dungeon consumes magic power, which is equivalent to exchanging magic power for gold coins.

What Lou Le needs most is magic power, to create witch's gold. As for gold coins, she already has a stable source of income from her alchemy potions.

Therefore, there is no need to exchange magic for gold coins; it is simply not worth the effort.

However, she still tried to accumulate more succubus horns, because these were a form of hard currency.

"How much magic power would a dungeon containing only succubus horns and some other random items require?"

Lou Le muttered to himself.

The Witch's Spring trembled slightly, requiring only twenty magic points.

"good."

Lou Le thought it was alright.

"I added random keywords myself and tried to obtain some odds and ends from the witch world using 20 magic points. It wasn't bad. You can try it when you're bored."

The little witch was so inclined that she had Limera hang a wooden sign outside the carriage.

"Let's rest for a day first, and then deal with various matters tomorrow."

Lou Le said this.

Limera bowed slightly: "Yes, Miss Lou Le."

Limela sat by the trees by the lake, contemplating nature.

Lou Le was pondering the matter of tomato seeds by the lake.

While all crops can be transformed into magical plants through complex cultivation, there are still differences in quality among crops themselves.

According to the witch's standards, the quality of crops is distinguished by their degree of mystery.

The best crops are those with mysterious legends and are unique to a particular place. Next are those that contain human emotions and stories, so rich that they can be sublime. Then come fruits that contain local energy. The worst are just ordinary seeds.

If it's just the worst seed, then it's very likely that it won't be able to be successfully cultivated, or even if it is, it won't be able to provide good magic attributes.

Lou Le thought about it and decided that collecting such stories from taverns would be more reliable.

After all, the people inside are a mixed bag, and there are bards in the taverns of Graystone City.

After making up his mind, Lou Le stood by the lake, idly directing Xiao Bai to shoot at the fish in the lake.

Because of this kind of mage's characteristics, everyone else kept their distance, afraid of angering the mage.

However, a short while later, a herb gatherer carrying a wooden frame came over.

He bowed and said, "Sir, I heard from Will at the city gate that you are collecting herbs."

"Yes, that's right."

Lou Le nodded, instructing Limela to handle these matters.

Because she had been growing these herbs for so long, Limela had become able to easily distinguish between good and bad herbs.

Limeira asked the herb gatherer to place the herbs on the ground, and she carefully selected them.

Using his druid identity and abilities, he discerned the quality of herbs.

Then they offered a good price, but Lou Le glanced at it and didn't care anymore.

Just consider it as advertising expenses.

Limera also specifically mentioned, "If you discover any unknown herbs, you can dig them up and send them over, roots and all. We are currently collecting certain special crops here."

The herbalist clutched the money tightly: "Yes, sir."

After the herb gatherer left, a lot of herb gatherers soon arrived carrying herbs.

Suddenly everyone was busy.

Lime was extremely busy, while Lou Le watched from the sidelines.

Each herbalist's eyes lit up with excitement after receiving the money.

If it weren't for the fact that Lou Le was being considered, he probably would have immediately started discussing it with his companions.

Lou Le watched for a while, then pointed at one of the herb gatherers and asked, "You guys? What are you all doing here?"

The herb gatherer could only immediately say, "Master, the other herb buyers are offering far too low a price."

Even if sold to a herbalist, the price would only be slightly higher.

"These herbs were all gathered by us poor folks from the forest. Even a kobold that occasionally appears is beyond our control."

He cried as he recounted his story.

Lou Le simply nodded to indicate that he understood, and gestured for Limela to continue collecting.

Anyway, I won't lose money.

However, she felt it might cause other trouble, but why would I, a witch and a mage, be afraid of trouble?

If I don't cause trouble for others, I'll consider it an act of kindness.

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