I'm a proper student; I only take nine kinds of potions every day.

Chapter 200 Hill: Want to taste this witch?

Sensing Hill's current mental state, Evan's eyes gleamed with excitement.

"Now I have to like it!"

Just as the two were suppressing their laughter, they could see that Princess Sap's bloated and obese body was completely rotting.

Although due to some special forces, her body did not directly rot into a pool of pus.

But at this point, his skin was pitted and purplish-black, and he was beyond dead.

As Princess Sap died, the witch's phantom immediately announced, "The victor of this potion duel: Hill Reinhardt!"

After the victory was announced, the phantom disappeared.

At the same time, an invisible force acted on Princess Sap's body, and several orbs of light appeared.

Then Hill was seen moving her body quickly, breaking off all the ice on her body in no time.

In the blink of an eye, Hill, who had just been frozen pale, returned to her previous bright red and alluring appearance.

Then her head flew straight over and swallowed those orbs of light.

Immediately afterwards, the people sitting around applauded.

Princess Sap's death did not elicit any regret.

Not to mention that Pilsner's face was full of delight, even the local knight guard curled his lip in disdain.

It seems everyone thinks it's good that this guy died!

As the applause subsided, Hill stood up, looked around, and declared loudly, "Since this victory belongs to me..."

"That means I've become the owner of that tavern!"

"So, I welcome you all to visit my tavern again in the future!"

Everyone nodded in agreement, saying, "We'll definitely come!"

"The Sage Witch's Tavern is destined to become a shining new star in the entire Dreamland!"

Amidst the compliments of the crowd, Hill forcefully dragged Evan, the naive and bewildered potions apprentice, out of the room.

Just then, the hazy, alluring witch's voice rang out again.

"Your naiveté and blind obedience have earned you everyone's approval."

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"The big shots have all discovered that you are a naive apprentice who lacks his own opinions and is easily blinded by beauty."

"Little guy! Stay true to your identity!"

After hearing this, Ivan could roughly guess that the strangely dressed guys on the table were probably local NPCs.

Lost in thought, Hill and Ivan had already left the castle.

The moment Evan stepped out of the castle, he heard strange roars and screams coming from the town, which was already shrouded in night.

There were even some incredibly eerie tearing and swallowing sounds.

The once bustling cobblestone street is now pitch black, with only a few scattered, ghostly lights flickering in the distance.

"Witch! It's too dangerous here at night! Let's stay in the castle for the night!" Evan said fearfully.

As he spoke, he turned his head and was surprised to find that the crazy senior sister from before had now transformed back into the valiant and capable senior sister he knew before.

Hill's lips curled slightly, and his chin lifted smugly: "No need for that!"

Then she grabbed Evan's hand—

Whoosh!

In that instant, Ivan felt as if he were traversing through some insane hell.

The entire process took less than 0.001 seconds, yet he heard countless distorted roars and whispers.

When he came to his senses again, he found himself in a tavern with a distinctly medieval style.

The entire tavern is about 150 square meters in size, with bluestone floors and a dozen or so solid wood tables and chairs on both sides.

To the left is a wooden door that is now closed, and to the right is an L-shaped bar.

There were no extra decorations around, and the wooden walls were bare, like a newly renovated, unfinished house.

Ivan blinked: "This is—"

Before Evan could react, Hill suddenly opened her arms and hugged him.

He then buried her head in his neck and took a deep breath.

He looks like a lovesick man embracing a young, innocent girl.

"Ah~ this taste is so familiar!"

Hill's voice carried a hint of emotion and reminiscence.

Evan asked nervously, "Witch, please don't do this, I'm scared."

"What on earth happened?"

Hill raised her hand and tapped her head, then the strange expression vanished instantly, and she returned to the Hill that Ivan knew, speaking gently in her voice.

"Don't worry, Ivan, this tavern is now my territory!"

"No one can hurt you here."

Evan blinked. "Could it be that Hill has finally come to the tavern she's loyal to!?"

Hill nodded proudly: "You can understand it that way too!"

Evan grabbed Hill's pale hand and asked anxiously, "Hill, what happened?"

Hill stood tall and straight, and you could see the expression on her face change several times in that instant, sometimes heroic and valiant, sometimes bizarre and insane.

She tapped her head again, then her expression returned to that of a familiar urban professional.

"Sorry, I haven't mastered controlling my new talent yet."

Ivan was taken aback: "A new talent?"

Hill hummed in agreement: "When I acquired the witch's talent, my heart was filled with anger and despair."

"Then, relying on this talent, I retained all my rationality, seriousness, gentleness, and other relatively normal and positive consciousness as my true self."

"It merges all the madness, recklessness, and ruthlessness with the mind, and encapsulates it into a mask of consciousness."

"I activate this witch mask when I need to use witch powers, which is what you see."

As she spoke, her head and body separated again: "My soul and body are mine, but I've crafted my head into a witch's mask."

Ivan nodded knowingly: "I understand. Controlled schizophrenia, using one's extreme emotions as a weapon against the enemy."

Hill nodded, then took a deep breath and said.

"But whichever version of me it is, I've already abandoned all those red tape! I feel exceptionally good right now! Exceptionally great!"

As he spoke, Hill's mind returned to that wild and crazy posture. He grabbed Evan and pressed the burly Evan against the beer table in a reverse position.

Her long, silver hair hung down naturally, each strand seemingly possessing its own life, as she gently stroked Evan's hair and cheeks.

Their foreheads met, and Ivan could clearly see the pores on her fair and beautiful face, as well as the comfort and ease behind her golden vertical pupils!

Looking at Hill at this moment, Evan recalled a precise image in his mind: Harley Quinn!

However, at this moment, Hill exuded a more mysterious and oppressive allure and profundity.

"Little brother, would you like to taste the flavor of a witch?"

The witch Hill's words were low and sexy, and just listening to them gave people endless imagination and allure.

At the same time, an indescribable, unique fragrance wafted over.

This fragrance is not a conventional scent, but rather a quality emanating from spirituality.

Just smelling this special scent will automatically bring up the corresponding vocabulary in your mind.

Elegant, hazy, beautiful —

Evan, who had long since become a warrior of the Eight Guts, could not stand such a voice.

Then, Ivan did a somersault and turned around to pin Hill down.

He swallowed hard, trying to control his lust, and made the final confirmation.

"Dear senior sister, are you sure? It doesn't seem like the time for things to naturally fall into place yet, does it?"

"Your junior brother isn't exactly a good person; he can't withstand being tested!"

Hill, maintaining her witch-like demeanor, whispered, "There are many reasons, but the main one is that I need to form a deep spiritual bond with you, so that you can become my anchor in the real world."

After a pause, Hill grabbed Evan and put his arm around him, his voice trembling slightly in his unrestrained manner.

"And another thing! When I was arrested, I was filled with fear and despair. I was betrayed by my closest relatives."

"My heart is filled with rage, resentment, and madness! I want to kill those stupid bastards—"

"I even want to kill myself right now, so they'll feel guilty for the rest of their lives!!"

The witch Hill's voice at this moment was as venomous as a witch's.

The next second, her expression changed, and Hill sighed normally, "But I have too many things I can't let go of—"

"At that moment, many things came to mind: my teacher's expectations, Richard and the others' concerns, the beauty of the world—"

"But in the end, everything was frozen in your smile, which was as bright as sunshine."

"We haven't known each other for very long, but it seems that because of the teacher's divination, I've always had special expectations and feelings for you."

"I thought we'd go through more before we got to this point —"

As she spoke, she held Evan in her hands, the dignified urban woman now filled with tenderness and admiration.

"I am not against this step coming sooner than expected."

"Especially since you actually came all this way for me!"

Then, she wrapped her arms around Evan's neck, holding him tighter and tighter, as if she had made some kind of decision.

"You have no idea how helpless I felt during potion duels!"

"The anxiety of being in an unfamiliar environment, the wariness of others coveting your territory, the loneliness of being isolated and helpless, and the heartbreak of being betrayed by loved ones—"

At this point, Hill, who was usually strong and reliable, burst into tears.

Then, her voice trembling with excitement and exhilaration, she said, "In this absurd and dangerous world, I suddenly saw your silly, innocent face—"

"In that instant, I felt as if I, who was in the abyss, had seen a ray of warm light!"

"In that instant, hiding behind the witch's mask, I never realized how handsome you were! How reliable you were! How incredibly powerful you were!"

Evan thought to himself, "A classic suspension bridge effect."

At this moment, Hill said excitedly, "I instantly believed in my teacher's divination and judgment!"

"Evan Ludwig Arkham!!"

"You are the one destined for me!"

After listening to these words in silence, Ivan responded with only one gesture.

Tear!

The lace-trimmed turtleneck dress had already been reduced to pieces.

Hill closed his eyes with a look of relief and peace on his face, as if waiting for something.

"You haven't let me down, Evan."

"Now, let us become each other's anchors in this world of illusion and reality!"

Evan, his eyes slightly red, said, "Hill—my dear senior sister!"

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"I fucking love you to death!!"

After a chaotic upheaval, the entire interior of the tavern was in disarray.

The neatly arranged tables, chairs, and benches, now overturned and scattered, bearing traces of blood.

The two, feeling completely relaxed, casually leaned against each other.

Evan asked curiously, "Hill, what exactly happened? How can I get you out of here?"

Hill seemed to have completely controlled the witch form, speaking in a tone familiar to Ivan.

"It's not a big deal."

"On Christmas Day, I'll go back and spend Christmas with them."

"Then they used the witch's power to put me into a storybook."

"I learned some things about my family's past from the storybook."

Hill's voice was quite calm at this moment, as if he were talking about something that had nothing to do with him.

"There, I met the administrator of this area, a lord-level great witch."

"It talked to me a lot, and then I agreed to its suggestion and accepted the development of my witch potential."

"Finally, I gained new power and took on my current form."

Upon hearing this, Evan reached out and put his arm around Hill's fair shoulder.

He knew, of course, that the process was full of pain, but he didn't ask any questions.

This is the way to go on the path to extraordinary achievements.

"What are your plans for the future?"

Hill leaned on Evan's shoulder and said in a light tone, "I don't plan to go back to the real world anymore. This area is my home ground."

"The reason I took over this tavern is to use it as a base."

Hearing this, Ivan was startled. He turned around, grabbed Hill's shoulders, and asked, "How can we do this? The Dream Realm is too dangerous!"

"Does this mean we won't be able to meet as easily as before in the future?!"

Hill chuckled after hearing this and pinched Evan's cheek.

"You brat! You're not worried about the dangers of the Dream Realm, I think you just hadn't had enough to eat!"

Ivan coughed. "Yes, yes, we have them all!"

Hill's smile faded, and she transformed into the mature and reliable senior sister she always was.

"I've talked a lot with those witches these past few days, learned a lot of secret knowledge, and also gained a deeper understanding of this world."

"Evan, the truth of this world, the darkness, shocks me. It is far grander and more terrifying than what Dr. Armitage described!"

"The factions and system of Witchers are too fragile now. If there is any change in the entire professional system, Witchers will be the first to suffer."

"My teacher helped me greatly before he died, and now you have inherited his extraordinary qualities!"

"The potential you've shown so far is enough to make you the leader of our Witcher team in the future!"

Ivan grinned and said, "I'm confident in that."

Hill hummed in agreement: "Of course I believe you, but you also need other help."

"Take Princess Sap for example. Nowadays, the Sap family is a typical capitalist who bets everywhere."

"Old Sap himself was a factory owner. He sent his factory owner's daughter here, hoping to turn her into a witch."

"I also have a son who is now a trainee judge, and a son-in-law who is a real estate developer in Xinxiang."

At this point, Hill stood up and spread his arms, revealing the stunning view to Evan.

"Just like those capitalists, we can't put all our bets in one place; we also need to expand our reach and influence."

"This tavern is one of my targets!"

"Thanks to my identity as a witch, I am not affected by spiritual corruption when I move around here."

"So I can stay here for a long time."

As she spoke, she looked earnestly at Evan: "To gain a foothold in the face of future upheavals, we need sufficient connections and intelligence sources."

"Twilight Rose Sanatorium is a good place. It's not just a correctional institution; many factions have agents here."

"Furthermore, this place, located within the Dream Realm, is also an important area for information exchange and circulation."

"Not only humans come and go here, but also all sorts of monsters from the Dream Realm."

"Ghouls, Moon Beasts, Night Demons, Deep Ones, Pale Dancers, Trolls, Yetis, Shagai Zerg—"

"Even the agents and incarnations of various gods often appear here."

Upon hearing this, Ivan's eyes widened immediately: "Is this place really that impressive?"

Hill nodded, then casually picked up his head and bounced it up and down in his hand like a ball.

It was only then that Evan realized that the sound was not coming from Hill's mouth, but from something invisible.

At this point, he was certain that the situation was as Hill had described.

Now her head seems to have been crafted into some kind of magical artifact, a weapon to carry her madness.

"The rules of the Dreamland are quite chaotic, but in this area, due to some special reasons, the rules are very binding."

"This has led to many factions wanting to come here to resolve and negotiate their conflicts."

"There are many rules of the game here that are suitable for them to use in resolving disputes!"

"For example, the potion duel we just had, the massacres we just heard about in the night, and the unintentional assassinations during the day—"

"These rules are suitable for various organizations and families to seek revenge and duel."

Hearing this, Ivan nodded knowingly: "I thought this place was just a gloomy and terrifying coercive institution, but I didn't expect it to have become an important transit point."

Hill said, "In the years before, this place really was just like you imagined."

"But with the arrival of the Radiant Witch in recent years, this place has undergone earth-shattering changes."

"It restored and reconstructed the rules and order here, allowing the power of that fallen ruler to function better."

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