"I’m an apprentice of the Specters. Where else would I be?"
"How about our Eternal Life Association, for example..."
’Uh, the Eternal Life Association?’
’Is this a recruitnt pitch?’
’Are they serious?’
Wei’en let out a dry laugh. "Um, why the sudden idea?"
"Just tell , are you willing or not?"
Wei’en wanted to refuse, but looking at her cold expression, he hesitated. "I don’t know anything about your Eternal Life Association, and I still have to stay with the Specters to learn..."
"Joining us won’t affect your studies. We can even provide all the resources you need to grow. As for getting to know the Eternal Life Association, you’ll naturally find out after you join."
"..."
’What the fuck is the difference between that and saying nothing at all?’
Wei’en gritted his teeth. "No thanks. I’m very satisfied with my current life."
"Why not? Tell ." Clelia continued to stare at him, a terrifying aura faintly emanating from her.
’Tell you... tell you my ass.’
’An organization like the Eternal Life Association... you just have to think about it to know it’s not a good place. Does that even need to be said?’
"My power is too low right now. Even if I joined you, I’d just be a burden. How about we talk about this after I advance to an Official Mage?"
"An Official Mage?"
Clelia glanced coolly at the Xiaoxi on his head, then fell silent for a mont before nodding. "Fine. But I have a condition."
"What condition?"
Wei’en secretly breathed a sigh of relief. ’As long as we can negotiate, it’s fine.’
"Don’t be so tense,"
Clelia’s icy expression vanished in an instant, replaced once again by her charming deanor. "The condition is that until you advance, I’ll be living here."
Wei’en watched her instant change of face with frustration. "Uh..."
’We’re just going in circles, aren’t we?’
For a mont, he couldn’t figure out if Clelia was really trying to recruit him...
"Since you didn’t refuse, I’ll take that as a yes. Which room is mine? Or, I could just move into the attic room with you. I don’t mind sharing a bed, you know~"
Seeing the cheerful look on her face, as if she were moving into a new ho, Wei’en pointed outside the door with a growing headache.
"The room out there? You want to stay with the little zombie? Or maybe... you want both of us to keep you company? I suppose that’s not out of the question..."
"Get out!"
"Right away." Clelia zipped out of the workshop.
Wei’en: "..."
’What the hell was that all about?’
’This is even worse than just accepting her deal. At least then I could have learned so secrets about the Church and other organizations...’
Just then, Clelia poked her head back in, looking excited. "I’ve picked! I’ll take the bedroom next to the living room downstairs."
"The room isn’t big, but it should be just enough for my luggage. I’ve finally found a place to stay in Caster. Thank you for your kindness in taking in, Mr. Apprentice~"
With that, she disappeared outside the door again, apparently going to get her room settled.
Wei’en sighed. ’I’m not actually that kind...’
’I can’t beat her, so for now, this is how it has to be.’
He looked at the tools on the table and thought with a wry smile: ’With Clelia around, how am I supposed to happily add points?’
Before long, Clelia peeked back in. "Hey, I’m all settled. Want to co stay with ?"
"No!"
"Then I can rest easy. I have a habit of activating a Soul-Devouring Array when I sleep. Don’t you co sneaking in. You’ll really die."
"..."
"Of course, if you really want to, you can tell in advance~ I’ll be waiting for you~" Clelia gave him a seductive wink, with an expression that said, ’Just say the word, and I’ll agree.’
"I still have a lot of work to do..." Wei’en said helplessly upon seeing her expression.
"I get it. I won’t disturb you then. Good night, Mr. Apprentice~"
After speaking, Clelia vanished from the doorway, leaving only the magnetic echo of her voice lingering in the workshop.
BOOM, BOOM—
The thunder and lightning outside the window faintly illuminated the silhouette of the Deep Sea Giant Beast Rashim, far out in the Cordo Sea, and also made Wei’en’s expression grow increasingly dark.
’Damn it, just you wait!’
’When this old man’s power grows enough to beat you, I’ll show you what fucking rope art is!’
’If I don’t tie you up into an R-rated masterpiece by then, this old man will take your surna!’
With these thoughts in mind, Wei’en got to work without stopping, preparing to learn all seven Magic Potion formulas he had previously bought.
Once he turned all the potion ingredients into Magic Potions, he would sell them all in the Nightmare Realm World.
Just then, another voice sounded from outside the door. "Wei’en..."
"You dare co back?"
Wei’en thought it was that detestable woman Clelia again, but when he turned his head, he saw Miss Zombie standing outside the door, having changed into the new dress.
"...It fits you well."
"I... wanted to say... I can accept... normal experints."
After dropping this line, Shawa stiffly turned and ran back to her room, looking for all the world like soone who’d run into a pervert, wanting to escape but not daring to...
BANG,
Hearing the door slam shut, the corner of Wei’en’s mouth twitched.
’What is this? I give her a dress and get a guinea pig in return?’
’I really don’t have any perverted thoughts like that!’
"Today has been—a total ss!"
Wei’en composed himself, took out a set of Magic Potion ingredients, and began brewing.
The seven types of Magic Potions he was making this ti were much more difficult than the previous three. Each formula required at least five ingredients.
More ingredients ant a longer brewing ti and more things to pay attention to during the process.
But with the experience from learning the basic Magic Potion formulas last ti, Wei’en’s speed was actually much faster.
[You have successfully created an Antidote Potion. Antidote Potion knowledge has been added to your Potionology knowledge tree, Level 1. Special Reward: Survival Points 3, Spirit Level 1.]
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