Greece Brings Evildoers Chapter 15

Chapter 15 Circe, blast the gold coins!

On Aiyu Island, the night is as quiet as water, and the waning moon hangs high in the sky.

With the arrival of the meal, bursts of rich aroma of food wafted out from the tree house.

“Tomorrow morning, I want to go to the island.”

“You want to leave?”

Circe, who was happily busy at the dining table, raised her head in surprise, and the smile on her face froze.

Lorne put down the spoon in his hand and raised his hands in a gesture of surrender.

“Don't worry, I'm just going to find some nearby targets to practice with and see if I can find a way to break through.”

"real?"

Hearing this explanation, the gloom on Circe's face lessened a bit, and then she sniffed doubtfully, sniffing up and down at Lorne, and her eyes instantly became sharp.

“No, it smells like lying!”

"Snapped!"

A loud thud hit Circe's head, and Lorne pointed behind him with a dark face.

“What a lie! If you don't look back, the kitchen will be set on fire!”

Suddenly, Circe was startled and looked up at the bubbling soup pot on the stove with red edges. Her face immediately changed and she rushed into the tragic scene screaming.

“Ah, my Hucenon 3.0!”

Fifteen minutes later, the disgraced Great Witch of Ayo Island rushed out of the smoke-filled kitchen carrying the half-pot of wheat porridge she had rescued.

The originally fair face was completely dark at the moment, with only two pink pupils left, spinning around. The sharpness and profundity that suddenly burst out of him before were gone, leaving only a certain aura of "wisdom".

Lorne, who was sitting at the dining table, twitched the corner of his mouth, rubbed his forehead and shook his head.

“You are going out tomorrow morning, right? This meal is just a good practice for you.”

Circe wiped her face with clean water without taking it seriously, and enthusiastically promoted her proud work to her beloved disciple.

“Come on, come on, try my newly prepared wheat porridge, it's fresh out of the pot, guaranteed to be fresh!”

Lorne glanced at the thick green soup that seemed to be infused with evil energy, as well as a few suspicious pieces of sediment floating on the bottom of the pot that looked like burnt black crocodile skin, and then sniffed the thick burnt smell that filled the air. Jump straight.

He suspected that if he drank this bowl, he could be sent away immediately.

“This is all confusing, I'll do it next time!”

Lorne kept a stiff smile on his face, pushed away the soup bowl, and declined the kindness or malice from Circe.

Immediately, without waiting for Circe's reaction, he decisively withdrew from the dining table with a smooth gesture, took out a sealed clay pot from under the floor of his bedroom, and placed it on the dining table.

“It just so happens that I made some drinks before. Let's drink mine first.”

As he spoke, the old seal on the pot was opened, and a rich and wonderful fruit aroma filled the air.

Immediately, the mouth of the jar tilted, and a purple-red nectar poured into the empty bowl, shining with amber luster.

Circe's nose twitched and her eyes lit up: "It smells so good. Did you make it with grapes?"

Lorne nodded with a smile, picked up the pottery bowl, and handed it to his witch teacher. "Authentic grape juice, try it."

Circe took the pottery bowl and curiously looked at the crystal clear liquid in the container. However, he was not in a hurry to drink it. Instead, he narrowed his eyes and glanced at his beloved disciple suspiciously.

"There's something wrong. You've never been so attentive before? Could it be that there was poison in it?"

“Yes, yes, I was poisoned.”

Lorne rolled his eyes and stepped forward to take the pot away.

“Don't bluff me, it's clearly grape juice!”

However, before Lorne could reach out his hand, Circe snatched the pot away and puffed out her chest confidently.

“Hmph, and I'm not afraid even if it's poisoned! I taught you potions, and with your level, you can't poison me!”

As she spoke, the witch raised the corners of her lips, unexpectedly picked up the clay pot, and poured the entire jar of grape juice into her throat. “You, you drank it all?”

Lorne looked at Circe with a round belly in astonishment, his expression dull and complicated.

“Haha, of course!”

Circe raised her chin triumphantly and grinned her lips.

“Hmph, all the drinks you hid are gone, now...now...obediently drink...drink...drink my porridge!"

However, for some reason, her thinking became slower and slower, and her speech gradually became slurred. There was a heat boiling in her body, and her feet felt like stepping on **** of cotton. Her body swayed left and right without any force, and the scenery in front of her also followed. Constantly rotating and dividing,

"Strange...strange, how...how did you become...two?"

Circe held up a soup bowl filled with wheat porridge in one hand and scratched her head with the other. Her fair face was as red as a burning cloud.

“I let you taste it slowly, but you drank it all...”

Looking at the Eagle Witch spinning around him, Lorne's mouth twitched slightly and he stroked his forehead helplessly.

“How do you feel now?”

“My head… I'm a little dizzy… but… it's great!”

Circe raised one hand into a fist, showing unusual excitement.

“Then how much is this?”

"ten!"

The witch answered cheerfully, with a look of pride on her face.

“Congratulations, you answered correctly!”

Lorne complimented loudly, and at the same time, he held his right hand with **** outstretched behind his back, looking at the stupid bird that was staggering around, and his mind was obviously starting to fragment, and he nodded with satisfaction.

Hmm, I'm already lame.

It seems that, just like the records in the epic, even demigods cannot resist this magic potion called "wine".

Especially, the wine he made and purified himself.

Lorne pushed away the Hukeron 3.0 in front of him, weighed the empty clay pot on the table, and the corners of his raised lips outlined a happy arc.

A few years ago, in his spare time, he collected grapes from the island and tried to make a batch of private wine using the natural fermentation method mentioned in ancient books in his memory.

This method does not require the addition of koji, but relies on the yeast that grows naturally on the surface of the grape skins to ferment the grapes into wine through sealing and temperature control.

I don't know if it is because of the talent brought by this bloodline and divinity, but he has an extraordinary sensitivity and understanding of brewing-related things.

The experiment was not only a first-time success, but also reached the level of fine brewing.

These stocks that were stored in advance were actually originally prepared for the dog gambling goddess.

However, considering that the risk is too great and the opponent is too keen, it is inevitable that the chicken will be stolen but the rice will be lost.

Hence, the first result was finally used on the silly bird Circe.

Originally, he was just thinking of having a few drinks as an excuse to get his witch teacher drunk.

But she didn't expect that, whether it was because she was overconfident or because she was really brave, she actually drank the entire bottle of her own wine in one go.

Now, I'm afraid I won't be able to wake up for another three to five days.

But just right...

Lorne looked up at Circe, who was already deeply drunk and sleeping soundly on the table. He rubbed his hands and walked towards the great witch of Ayo Island. His handsome face soaked in the night revealed an evil look. smile.

Teacher, after torturing me to death for so long, it's finally your turn to explode the gold coins.

I went to play cards and drink with you tonight. It's a bit late. I'll report in first.

Two more updates will be made at noon tomorrow.

(End of this chapter)

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