You know, life is as fleeting as an arrow; the rest is lies; flowers bloom for a moment, but fade forever..."*
Humming a discordant tune, Leonard Mitchell took advantage of his lunch break to walk out of the door of Blackthorn Security Company.
As he strolled, he turned into the neighboring street of Howers Street, feeling quite cheerful and happy.
If only every day was Wednesday, he could hang out in the cafe all day without any worries!
Why didn't I realize that coffee could be so delicious before?
"Ahem... kid, I have to remind you that you have been indulging in some unnecessary entertainment for several days in a row... and tips, you gave too much tip to the maid in that cafe!" A
slightly vicissitudes of life voice sounded in Leonard's mind, and vaguely one could hear some kind of emotion of being disappointed in someone.
"Just relaxing, old man, don't make it sound like I've picked up some bad habits... Besides, I usually save my salary, and I don't have much to spend. What's wrong with me using it to give people tips? It's a necessary expense in the process of a relationship!"
Like every young person who doesn't want to be pointed at by his elders, Leonard didn't care at all about the preaching of the voice in his head.
"Love? You call this love?" The slightly old voice seemed to sneer, "The Miss Alice who made you fall in love at first sight, has she agreed to establish a romantic relationship with you, or is she willing to let you hold hands? You don't even know her last name, and you have the nerve to say that you are in love?"
Moreover, the owner of the vicissitudes of life voice had a hunch that the name Alice was probably fake...
But there was no need to say such things, as it would undermine the confidence of young people.
Leonard still has an indifferent attitude.
"It doesn't matter what her last name is. Even if she is actually a member of the Augustus family, it doesn't affect my liking for her..."
- Augustus, the royal family of Loen today. Leonard, this silly boy, is really thoughtful.
The somewhat aged voice was almost speechless by the boy with severe mental retardation, but suddenly he said: "
Hey, old man, don't you think my slow progress is because you are watching me all the time, which makes it difficult for me to display my skills? Can you...can you hide somewhere when I meet her in the future, and don't stay on me. Then wait until I finish the date, and then come back?"
"You rude boy! Who do you think I am? A wet nurse who can be summoned by waving your hand and sent away by waving your hand when you don't want to see her anymore?"
The owner of the aged voice was almost laughed out of anger.
"I'm just saying...if it doesn't work, forget it." Leonard knew he was in the wrong, so he admitted his mistake decisively and didn't dwell on this life-threatening question for too long.
The old voice in my mind was silent for a while, and suddenly slowed down its tone and said: "
Little guy, although I don't want to pour cold water on you... but don't you find that your love came too quickly and too suddenly? When you looked at Miss Alice, didn't you think she looked a little familiar?"
"Before I actually met her, I never thought that love would come so suddenly." Leonard hummed a tune lightly with a smile on his lips, "As for familiarity, I don't deny it. Maybe, she comes to visit my dreams every night."
...No words, really nothing to say. This stupid boy still hasn't remembered the "Pleasure Witch" on the wanted poster, nor what she looked like!
"Besides, old man, didn't you confirm it before? She is not a witch, nor even an extraordinary person."
The vicissitudes of life voice replied after several seconds: "Yes, she is not an extraordinary person, she is a completely ordinary human being."
"Then what is there to worry about?"
"No, she is an ordinary person, but there are some not-so-good force fields around her, which may be the effect of some extraordinary item. Haha, you are more accustomed to calling this kind of thing a 'sealed object'... But although I have helped you eliminate the negative impact,
you should also pay more attention to it and don't be fooled by others." It's a pity that the voice that sounded directly in Leonard's mind was so earnestly admonishing, but was not taken seriously by the young Night Watcher.
"It's dangerous for a lovely girl like her to go out alone. It's normal for her to take a protective seal before leaving home... Well, when I think about it, she is more likely to be from a big family. I wonder if her parents are wealthy entrepreneurs or old-fashioned aristocrats. I personally prefer the latter..."
Leonard muttered to himself as he walked forward. The sign of the cafe a few dozen meters away was clearly visible.
"After all, I am the protagonist of the era. How can a protagonist not have a beautiful, elegant and noble heroine around him... Of course, it would be even more perfect if she could become an Extraordinary—"
Hearing the silly boy's increasingly outrageous delusions, the slightly vicissitudes of life voice finally couldn't help it, and shouted in his mind:
"I told you to read less classical romantic novels! If you have time to read these, you might as well buy two more poetry books and digest the potion promotion to Sequence 7 as soon as possible!"
Leonard couldn't help but pause, and quickly retorted:
"It was you who asked me to control the speed of my promotion, so that I wouldn't be discovered by the superiors because I mastered the potion too quickly, which would cause trouble..."
"I'm just giving advice, and you can choose to face or solve these troubles." The slightly vicissitudes of life voice snorted unhappily.
"Oh, I'm not..."
Just as he was about to find some excuse to evade the topic, Leonard was suddenly delighted to find that he had walked to the door of Deville Cafe, and behind the open door, he could see a girl who had been haunting him.
Alice, dressed in a black and white long dress uniform, was busy working at the cashier desk with a smile on her face. She had a cute pure white maid headband on her head and bow-tied ribbons on her ears, looking pure and sweet.
"I won't talk to you for now!"
Leonard simply said, and he stopped paying attention to the voice in his head. He walked up the stairs quickly with light steps, patiently waiting for the previous customer to pay the bill. Then he straightened his collar and came to the girl with a smile.
"Good afternoon, sir."
To him, the voice was no less than the sound of nature.
"Miss Alice, please give me a cup of Filmore coffee, a spoon of milk, and two sugar cubes. And just like yesterday, it needs to be taken away." Leonard said in a soft and gentle tone.
"Okay, please wait a moment."
Alice quickly reported the amount he should pay, then turned around and whispered a few words to a maid waitress, and then someone went to the other side of the bar where several maid waitresses were grinding coffee, found paper cups and began to pour the hot and fragrant drinks.
Seeing that Alice and he were the only ones in the front desk area at this time, Leonard was in an even better mood. He couldn't help but suppress the urge to hum a song and greeted her with a smile on his face:
"Ms. Alice, do you come here to work every day? I seem to have heard you mention before that you were doing part-time work here."
"My days off are Saturday, Sunday and Monday." Alice lowered her head to check the anti-counterfeiting print on the banknote and answered casually.
Three days off, that's pretty good...
Leonard quickly filtered through this weekend's entertainment programs and immediately found a suitable entry point.
"Miss Alice, are you interested in a drama? I know there will be a wonderful drama at the Orkney Theater this Saturday night, performed by the Golden Acorn Theater. It should be worth seeing."
"Sir, here is your change." Alice handed him several coins and a look of embarrassment on her face. "But I'm sorry, I already have an appointment on Saturday night."
"Then, how about Sunday? Let me think about it on Sunday..." A setback did not make Leonard give up, but instead aroused his fighting spirit slightly. "I remember there will be a full-day circus performance on Sunday. How about it, do you want to go shopping together?"
"This..."
Alice was about to reply, but her eyes unconsciously shifted to the back of the poet-like night watchman, and the answer seemed to be stuck on her lips, and she couldn't continue.
Leonard subconsciously turned sideways and looked back, only to see a young man in a black suit coming in from the main entrance of the cafe.
He... no, she had a tall, slender and well-proportioned figure, almost as tall as Leonard, and her dark blond semi-long hair was casually tied up in a low ponytail at the back of her head. On her beautiful and pretty face, a pair of blue eyes were bright and charming, and under the reflection of the men's clothing, she had a different and unique temperament.
After taking a quick look at her, Leonard couldn't help but glance at her chest to confirm that the slight undulation there was not an illusion. Only then did he confirm her true gender.
…It's amazing, he was almost beaten by a lady in terms of height and handsomeness!
Well, if it was someone with a smaller body like Klein, he would have been completely defeated by now.
"As soon as I entered the door, I heard someone trying to kidnap my dear Alice, and this is the sixth case this week... God, don't these people have their own lovers or partners? It's so sad." The heroic
and beautiful lady in men's clothing walked past the front desk without hesitation, stopped beside Alice, who was much smaller than her, and put her arm around the girl's shoulders in a very intimate manner.
At the same time, she took the paper cup of coffee handed to her by another waiter, put it in the bag, and finally carried the paper bag to Leonard with one hand.
"Okay, sir, please take your coffee. Ha, considering that you are still decent looking, I will just say one more thing - goodbye."
The lady in men's clothing spoke politely, but her words were sharp and hurtful, which made Leonard angry.
"Danitalie."
Fortunately, there is the angelic Miss Alice.
She glanced at her nominal employer with a slightly reproachful look, then slapped away Danielle's hand on her shoulder, took the paper bag from her employer, sealed the opening with tape, and folded it into a shape that was easy to carry, then held it in both hands and handed it to the customer.
"Sir, your Filmore coffee, a spoonful of milk and two sugar cubes. Thank you very much for your patronage. Also... please forgive Ms. Danielle's remarks. She... she thought you were in the same group as the scoundrel a few days ago."
Alice briefly summarized her bad experience of being harassed by the scoundrel. Leonard was so indignant that he almost forgot the unpleasantness that had been provoked by others before.
"Next time if you encounter this kind of thing, you can contact me directly."
Facing the cafe owner's questioning gaze, Leonard solemnly took out the police badge from the pocket of his half-formal suit and showed it to the two ladies.
"Don't look at my casual dress, but this is just plain clothes... I'm an expert in handling difficult cases in the police station!"
"It seems to be true..."
The extraordinary man's hearing ability allowed him to hear the low whisper of the beautiful woman in men's clothing, Danitali.
Of course it's true! Does he look like a liar?
Leonard thought unhappily in his heart.
"Heh..."
A familiar old voice sounded in his mind, and it sounded like it was laughing at his reaction.
The old man is just watching the show from the sidelines!
Leonard was helpless, but he couldn't do anything to his grandfather, so he could only sigh more helplessly.
"Boy, I have something to tell you when we get out of this cafe." The slightly vicissitudes of life voice said this in his mind.
Can't you just say it now?
Because there were too many people around, Leonard was afraid of being considered a mental patient, so he was embarrassed to speak to himself directly and could only think about it in his head.
Naturally, the old voice did not respond to him.
So Leonard had to suppress his curiosity for the time being, and looked at Alice with soft green eyes, turning the topic back to the weekend plans: "
Miss Alice, you haven't told me your answer yet, about your thoughts on Sunday."
After Danielle's nonsense just now, Alice noticed that the front desk seemed to have attracted too much attention at this time. She then cleared her throat, smiled and shook her head.
"I'm sorry, but I have plans to go out on Sunday, but... well, if I'm lucky, we might have a chance to meet on the street."
Okay... I refused, but not completely.
Leonard was depressed for only a short while before he cheered up again and gradually began to think that a romantic encounter by chance might not be a bad idea.
By then, I can talk to her about poetry and the past events buried in the dust of history. It will be so poetic and romantic... Well, it would be even better if he could write poetry.
When the night watchman with the romantic temperament of a poet turned and left, he unconsciously listened to the many fragments of conversations coming from behind him.
Danitaly, who was handsome and beautiful and dressed in men's clothes, complained in a low voice that Alice had ignored her and asked her to accompany her to her own room to sit and rest for a while; Alice seemed to agree reluctantly, and Leonard could even imagine her expression at that moment; the maids and waitresses standing a little further away whispered, betting and guessing that their boss's current girlfriend could hold on for a few more days before being dumped...
The owner of Deville Cafe, Danitaly...
Leonard gradually matched this name with a certain impression in his mind, and suddenly he realized it.
The daughter of Sir Deville, who often appears in gossip reports, is said to change her partner every month. So far, seven young girls have suffered from emotional decline...
Oh no, could it be that Alice has been favored by this philandering lady?!
Leonard began to worry about this possibility, and what made him even more uneasy was that the possibility of this happening was not small!
"Boy, it seems that you care a lot about that woman."
The old voice said this, and Leonard did not refute.
"That's right. What I want to say is related to her... Haha, it would be so funny if you really became her love rival."
"Don't just stare at the joke, say something."
Leonard walked towards Zouteland Street, carrying a paper bag of coffee.
The difference is that his mood is not as good as when he came.
The slightly aged voice seemed to clear its throat, then suppressed its smile and said slowly:
"If she hadn't proactively 'provoked' you, I wouldn't have realized that she was an extraordinary person."
Leonard was suddenly startled when he heard this.
"Sir Deville's only daughter is a Beyonder?! Old man, can you tell which sequence she is in?" "
Hehe, she has done a really good job in digesting the power of potions. Very good, much better than you, and her talent is very consistent with the path she chose..." The old voice sighed with a little emotion.
Leonard couldn't accept the tone of talking about the "kid next door" and had to interrupt him:
"I just heard you say that she 'provoked' me. What is that? An extraordinary ability of a certain sequence?"
"Alas, rude, and don't know how to respect the elderly..."
The slightly vicissitudes of life voice sighed again, and finally solved the doubts for the young poet Night Watcher in a tone of alms.
"Hunter Path, a Sequence 8 Provocateur, and one who has completely digested the potion and could advance to a Sequence 7 at any time! Also, don't say I didn't warn you... This is a path of strength filled with iron and blood. If you stupidly charge in and can't beat them, don't call me for help."In the eyes of others, the two beautiful ladies with very different styles were whispering intimately that only they could hear, and walked hand in hand into Danitaly's exclusive lounge. Then, it should be their sweet time for the two of them, which should not be known to outsiders.
Of course, the truth is not what others think.
"Here, the potion formula you asked for."
Alice held a piece of paper folded in half between her fingers and handed it to her nominal employer.
Taking the note, Danielle quickly scanned the words on it, her expression revealing a bit of uncontrollable excitement.
The note read:
Arsonist, also known as Fire Mage, the main materials are the glands and a pair of compound eyes of an adult black-backed and white-bellied spider, three fruits of the giant molten sulfur tree or the complete root system of a young molten sulfur tree, and the auxiliary materials are...
Seeing this, the girl next to her seemed to lift a heavy suitcase onto the coffee table in the lounge, and then slowly said in a calm and gentle voice: "
Here are the materials mentioned in the recipe, you can ask someone to count and check, but don't forget to notify me before the promotion... Well, you know, one of the conditions we agreed on is this."
Danita Li laughed.
"Of course no problem, my dear Alice, this is something I promised you originally, and I will not go back on my word. Rather, I am uneasy because the reward you asked for is too little."
"The conditions I proposed are not few." Alice blinked, sat back on the sofa and counted them one by one, "First, the transfer of the dinner invitation, second, you need to find someone to make two handmade dresses on short notice, and finally, allow me to observe your promotion process... Mainly the last point, I thought you would refuse."
"No, not at all. If you wanted to harm me, why bother waiting until I drank the potion? Can't you do it now?"
Daniella smiled and shook her head. She opened the small suitcase that Alice had placed on the table in a good mood, and did not hide her defenselessness at the moment.
"If you ask me, Alice, you are the most kind-hearted witch I have ever met. Ha, although I haven't met other witches either."
"Then should I thank you for the compliment?"
Disguising herself as a "wild" witch who had separated from the organization, Alice has undoubtedly entered the state now, and asked in a curious but reserved tone,
"But, you said you haven't met other witches? Then why did you receive that invitation? Could it be that the witch who hosted the dinner party will not take the initiative to appear in front of the guests..."
"I don't know about that, because I haven't actually been to the manor where the banquet was held. My father and his butler always warned me to stay away from that kind of 'smoky and dirty' place."
When mentioning her father, Sir Deville, Alice noticed that Danytalie curled her lips very obscurely, as if she had some emotions - and this was consistent with what she had learned in the past few days. The parent-child relationship in Sir Deville's family did not seem to be so harmonious.
"And to be honest, I can't guarantee that the dinner was definitely hosted by the witch. Five or six months ago, a rumor spread among the circle of one of my extraordinary friends that this was true, but in the end it was discovered that no one could confirm the truth of the rumor, so I thought... if I was wrong, you can consider accepting my compensation."
While speaking, Danita Li had already inspected the extraordinary materials that were properly preserved in the suitcase. She closed the lid again, and her deep and charming blue eyes turned to the young witch beside her, with affection in them.
Alice shook her head slightly.
"No, I have a feeling that this is the opportunity I'm looking for... and, if the compensation you mean is sleeping with me, or letting me sleep with you, then please let me refuse."
"Okay..."
Danielle sighed regretfully and stopped dwelling on this topic: although she was really greedy for this witch lady and
was looking forward to her charming reaction at that time, this had to be based on mutual consent, otherwise it would be forced... well, it seemed like this was not bad, but she was not sure if she could beat her. Moreover, Danielle heard that every few days near the end of the working day, a young man would come to the door of the cafe to pick up Alice and take her home.
She tried to "accidentally" meet the young man yesterday and use her usual provocative tactics, but failed - the man didn't show up at all!
Come to think of it, someone favored by the witch shouldn't be that easy to deal with.
But thinking of this, she couldn't help but confirm it again:
"You really don't need me to be your male companion at the party?"
Alice smiled helplessly.
"But, Daniela, you are a lady. No matter how formal men's suit you wear, your biological gender is still female."
...See, she used this reason to reject her.
Daenery sighed, and asked the next best thing:
"Well, besides the dress, is there anything else I can help you with? Jewelry? A carriage for travel? Or anything else..."
Like the previous times, Alice said that she had already arranged all these, and it would be enough as long as the craftsmen commissioned by Daenery could complete the sewing of the handmade dress in time.
"Don't worry about the making of the dress. As long as you pay enough, there will always be someone willing to sacrifice their rest and sleep time to complete the employer's commission."
As if sensing Alice's gaze, Danielle smiled self-deprecatingly.
"Oh, this is a bad habit I accidentally learned from my father... He believes that everything has its own price, and he can buy everything he wants as long as he pays enough money.
So he bought a title, he invested in charity to buy fame, he bought a mansion and servants, thinking that this would buy me a home... Sorry, I went off topic."
This is the truth that Danetalie believes from the bottom of her heart, and it is also her tried and tested secret to winning over sisters - usually act proactive and strong, and "inadvertently" reveal a little vulnerability to arouse the empathy of others.
Almost all of her ex-girlfriends were conquered by this trick.
...Well, this witch lady obviously doesn't buy it.
She politely evaded the topic, then reiterated that Danitaly should remember to inform her before she was promoted, then stood up, as if preparing to go back to work.
Although she had never seen other witches and the number of extraordinary people she met was limited, Danitali still felt that Alice completely overturned her imagination of a witch... Well, her appearance and figure were quite consistent. No, it was better than she expected...
The desire for fresh prey made Danitali excited. She forced herself to suppress the impulse boiling in her blood, silently loosened her tightly clenched back teeth, and took a deep breath.
"Wait a moment, Alice. I've made up my mind. I'm going to take the Arsonist's potion tonight and advance to Sequence 7. As for the location... I'll choose my villa outside the city. It's usually very quiet there, with only two or three servants responsible for simple cleaning work. You don't have to worry about being disturbed by outsiders. It's a good place. You can take my carriage and go there later."
Hearing the implication of her words, Alice was a little surprised.
"Are you sure you don't need to find someone to authenticate the authenticity of the formula and materials?"
"Why not? And I also said that if you intend to do something bad to me, you can just do it directly. Why bother tampering with the potion?"
Danielle showed a very trusting attitude.
However, Alice now has already known the reputation of witches in the extraordinary world through her own means - it is definitely not pure and kind, but evil, crazy, twisted, yet full of seductive charm.
She now believed that she was the first "witch" that the hunter lady had ever seen.
If she showed such unguarded trust in other witches, Alice was very much suspicious that Danielle would be exploited, well, literally.
Should I play a worse role?
Several thoughts flashed through Alice's mind. She sat back on the soft sofa chair with an unchanged expression and nodded slightly to the beautiful woman in men's clothing beside her.
"Okay, no problem. I'll pass a message to a friend first."
...
Halls Street, Divination Club.
Klein walked out of the bathroom cubicle as usual, turned on the brass faucet that was decorated in a very stylish way in the club, and washed his hands attentively.
But unlike usual, today he was only halfway through washing his hands when he vaguely felt that he caught a glimpse of something in the corner of his eye, so he subconsciously looked up at the mirror in front of him, and then he was stunned.
The clean, bright mirror that reflected Klein's face slowly oozes out a line of bright red words that seem to be written in blood:
To Klein, I have something to do tonight and will probably be home very late. You don't have to pick me up. Remember not to buy too much groceries. Please also help me explain to Benson and Melissa. (Hope this didn't scare you) - Alice Stay.
...Ah?
Klein was horrified and suddenly felt very confused. He even forgot to turn on the faucet and let the water flow for a long time before he recovered.
No, you, you...it's okay that you use such a horrifying way to convey the message to me, but could you not leave the content of your message so mundane?
It's not good for my heart!
Klein complained several times in a state of near-out-of-control emotion, barely managing to ease his frightened mood. He finally thought of how to deal with the aftermath of this line of bloody words.
So he lowered his head and prepared to scoop up a handful of water and pour it on the mirror to wash off the glaring words.
But when he looked up again, the line of text faded away like an illusion, leaving only him staring stupidly at Klein outside the mirror, his eyes full of confusion.
"The witch's unique spell?"
Although she couldn't see clearly what Alice was doing in her small makeup mirror, Danielle was still very curious and couldn't help asking.
"Don't even think about it. You won't be able to learn it even if you become a Fire Mage."
Alice ruthlessly extinguished her fantasy.
All right. Danetali shook her head and stood up, her figure instantly returning to its slender and upright state.
She walked up to Alice, stretched out her right hand like a gentleman, with a smile on her handsome and beautiful face, and said in a gentle but unyielding tone:
"Then follow me, beautiful witch lady, I wish we both have a pleasant night tonight."
...
It was late at night, and the crimson moon hung high in the sky like a dark curtain. The moonlight falling on the villa outside Deville was peaceful and quiet, caring for every living being who fell asleep in the night.
The three servants who were in charge of cleaning and daily life had already fallen asleep. The young master of the villa and the guests she brought with her, each holding a classical candlestick for lighting, walked down the stairs one after another and came to the cold basement.
"You're starting to feel like a witch to me now."
Danitali's voice came from the warm light of candles in front, and echoed slightly in the empty basement.
According to Danitaly herself, this villa was originally an alternative option for her father to take occasional vacations. However, ever since Daenitalie became keen on hunting game in the mountains near the villa, Sir Deville gave it to his daughter with almost tacit approval.
Originally, there were some wine barrels in this basement, but later, at Danitali's request, someone moved them all out.
-Danitalie's own explanation for this was that she was going to process her own prey in the basement and air-dry their meat to make bacon; but this was obviously just an excuse, an excuse to make an extraordinary attempt.
"So, your impression of a witch is one who wears a black robe?"
Alice walked down the stairs leading to the basement a few steps slower than her. She then watched the lady dressed as a man skillfully find the gas light switch and turn on the button. In an instant, a warm yellow light drove away the darkness in the room.
At this moment, Alice was wearing a pitch-black robe that covered her entire body, with a hood of the same color on her head, and gloves covering the skin underneath. Only a stunningly beautiful face that made one feel dizzy just by looking at it was visible, as if some invisible demonic charm had been outlined and transformed into the essence of temptation.
After admiring the beautiful and almost dangerous witch in front of her for just a moment, Danitali turned around with a smile, put the box containing the extraordinary materials on the wooden table, turned to the corner where the sundries were piled, and began to look for the utensils and tools for making potions.
"Don't mind it, I was just saying it casually... Tsk, where is my measuring cup again?"
After searching for a while with a ding-ding bang, Danitali finally found what she needed.
She carried the cauldron and the tools that looked like chemical equipment to the table, then opened the suitcase and placed all the materials in the suitcase into the huge cauldron in the order indicated on the note.
Before long, a viscous slurry with red bubbles like magma was born.
"Arsonist... no, fire mage's potion."
Danetali adopted Alice's name for the potion, poured it into the cup, and raised her glass to salute it as if she was enjoying fine wine.
...That's it? No need to process raw materials? No need to clean the utensils for mixing potions? No need to even use extraordinary means to observe the changes in the properties of the materials when they are mixed?
Aren't the people in this world too rough and perfunctory in their handling of potions?!
The young magician, who had been tortured by alchemy for a long time, almost showed a look of surprise.
But she held back.
At the same time, she also made up her mind that she would never touch such disgusting medicine.
She nodded slightly to the beautiful woman in men's clothing who was smiling and raising a glass not far away. Alice witnessed her drinking the potion that seemed to be boiling.
Almost at the moment of drinking the potion, extremely terrifying abnormalities appeared on Danitaly's body.
Her face turned red, her expression was ferocious and painful, and the blue veins were stretched to be extremely large by the blood pumping up, protruding and sunken, like a snake that came to life and was about to drill through the skin.
Looking at her limbs wrapped in a shirt and trousers, they also appeared unnaturally swollen and inflated. The power hidden inside her body was so violent that it even broke through the restraints of her clothes, exposing the red skin underneath.
This abnormal red color that should not appear on a human body is not a simple change in color, but a manifestation of some mysterious scorching temperature on the mortal body. This can be seen from the pair of leather shoes that are faintly showing signs of melting.
Danitali was now like a nearly cooked shrimp; her usual heroism and beauty were gone.
Soon, she could no longer stand calmly. She madly waved away the debris on the wooden table, then kicked the entire wooden table, almost breaking it into pieces. She roared like a wild beast and destroyed all the objects around her.
She seemed to be unable to see Alice standing silently against the wall of the basement, venting the pain in her body violently and angrily. It was not until more than ten minutes had passed that an intellectual look gradually appeared in her blue eyes.
"Hiss... This is probably the most severe time I have messed up the basement..."
Danielle lay on the ground without caring about her image, gasping for breath as if she was dehydrated, her words incoherent.
The sweat from her body had just been evaporated by the high temperature, and now she was exhausted, as if she had been roasted in a furnace.
But her mood was extremely happy, full of joy and excitement.
New power surged within her body. Without even trying to compare it, she could feel her strength and speed increasing exponentially, as if she had been reborn overnight. The wisdom inherited from her extraordinary and mysterious inner self allowed her to sense her new abilities with just her eyes closed.
Fire control.
Danitali kept her eyes closed and tried to appeal to that instinct.
When she opened her eyes, the flame floating in the palm of her right hand came clearly into her vision; and when her mind turned, the flame changed into various shapes according to her thoughts.
"Congratulations, Danetali, you are now a 'fire mage'."
Alice's slightly bland voice floated over, causing Danetali to wave away the fireball in her hand and look up at her.
There was almost no need for verbal communication; Alice felt her will from those eyes that seemed to be burning with fire.
The new "fire mage" who had just barely recovered from the residual effects of the potion smiled, a slightly crazy smile with a hint of rust.
The next second, the place where Alice was standing was hit by another speeding fireball, and a dahlia bloomed, dyed red by the explosion.