I, holding a long sword in my hand, only know one move

After entering the door, Gresta did not forget to take out her wand immediately and rekindle the flame that had gone cold under the crucible, allowing the potion inside to bubble and bubble again.

Gresta stopped Isabella, who was clearing away the messy table before leaving, and motioned for her to come over.

"What's the matter, teacher?"

"Aren't you curious about what's cooking in my pot?"

"Huh?" Isabella glanced at the potion in the pot, her face turned a little blue, "No, it won't be our dinner tonight..."

Gresta smiled and scolded and hit her little head: "You little girl, what are you thinking about? How can I cook dinner with a magic potion pot?"

"Well."

It's not like you haven't done this before... Touching the place where she was knocked, Isabella secretly cursed in her heart.

Although the mushroom soup that time was quite delicious.

"So it can only be a potion, can it be sold for money?"

A large part of the income of witches and magicians comes from special potions that only they can refine. A small number of witches also use magic to research various technologies and make some practical items for sale. Some will accept various entrustments from ordinary people, bringing them convenience and earning income at the same time.

Gresta is the kind of person who stays close to home. The wealth she has accumulated over the years is definitely something she can spend without worrying about spending it, but she cannot just sit back and rest on her laurels, and she will sell some magic potions from time to time in exchange for money.

The top-notch magic potion refined by the hands of a twelfth-level root witch will definitely not have to be sold. A batch of it can probably earn the wealth that ordinary witches have worked hard for a whole year.

However, when she was playing in the city before, Gresta discovered that recently there seemed to be many young and beautiful witch girls choosing to appear on TV and become idols.

——Isn’t that much more profitable than refining medicine?

Gresta shook her head, "This medicine is prepared for you."

"Give me?"

"When you accept a gift, you have to give something in return, right? I'm not someone who likes to owe others things." Gresta came to the crucible, raised her wand and tapped the edge of the pot, and the thick dark brown liquid began to A vortex rolls up in the center, slowly transforming into deep black.

Isabella sniffed subconsciously and took a step back at a loss.

Maybe it was an illusion, or maybe the potion had not been completed until just now, but she smelled the smell of "death".

So what does death feel like?

Isabella felt that she was short of words in her mind and could not describe the feeling of force slowly pushing up her spine, making her tremble.

Perhaps it is the roar of struggle with all one's strength before the decay of life. It is hot and has the smell of iron, but the entrance is very cold, without a trace of warmth. It is a strange taste of the ups and downs of life.

"Is this really drinkable?"

"Of course not, you will die if you drink it..."

It's really straightforward, but anyone can see it this way.

"So what is this for?"

Gresta stood by the pot, just staring at the dark liquid surface with bubbles, and did not answer.

"teacher?"

"Campbell." She suddenly turned around and called Isabella's name.

"……yes?"

Isabella was a little surprised. This was the first time that Teacher Gresta called her by her last name. Even before the beginning, when Gresta saw her for the first time, she started calling her Isabella.

As for the reason for calling her by her first name, Isabella also learned from Gresta’s mouth that story composed of wind, grass, flowers and longing...

"Come here." Gresta stretched out her hand.

Isabella moved a little uneasily and slowly moved closer, and then fell into her arms.

Gresta hugged Isabella. Although it was just a touch away, not even three seconds, Isabella still felt that she could clearly smell Gresta's body.

Has a faint potion smell.

It had the unique fragrance of medicinal herbs and a slightly bitter feeling, followed by a slight sweetness, making her feel slightly sleepy.

"The gift I want to give you is very expensive."

"Isn't it...this pot of magic potion?"

"Of course not." Gresta shook her head and gently grabbed Isabella's hair with her fingers. "This pot of potion is just a tool to convey this gift. I have prepared it for this." It’s been a long time.”

"long time……?"

Isabella frowned, and after recalling the memory fragments of her time with Gresta one by one, she suddenly remembered that the Witch's House had always had a pot of potion since Leticia brought her here, as if It seemed like it couldn't finish cooking, it was bubbling and sizzling gently.

It was like this several times, and Isabella even thought that several batches of the potion that had been cooking had been made.

The potion that took so long was said to be prepared for herself, so what exactly is this pot of potion used for, and what is the very expensive gift that Gresta wants to give to herself? She became Isabelle. The question I urgently want to know now.

But just as Isabella was about to speak, Gresta's fingers blocked her lips.

"?"

"Campbell, in order to prevent me from regretting it, you'd better stop asking questions that I don't want to answer. Now I need your cooperation to complete the final steps of this potion with me."

Gresta stood up and pulled Isabella to the front of the crucible, gesturing for her to take out her wand.

"Look, make a circle to the left like this, and then draw it down like a mountain, stopping at a point. The spell is: Mayvalantine-do you understand?"

"knew……"

"I said three, two, one!" Gresta snapped her fingers, "Just do this, and then recite the spell."

"……good."

Isabella stared blankly as Gresta used the wand to cut off a strand of her hair and put it into the pot, followed by three drops of blood on the tip of her right ring finger.

"Isabella Campbell, are you willing to accept this commission from me, the eyes that transcend the world and cause and effect, and peer into the end of life and death?"

What? !

"Three, two, one!"

As the countdown from Gresta's mouth ended, even though Isabella's heart suddenly surged like a storm, she found that her body was grabbing the wand uncontrollably and drawing a circle, and then seemed to follow the mountain. Draw it down and pause to make a point.

"I do. (Mevalantine - magic spell)" The spell came out like a whisper.

The moment after chanting the spell, something in her left eye pierced her brain with severe pain, causing Isabella to scream unbearably.

I was hypnotized by Gresta, when?

There was no time to think, and in an instant, a huge amount of information rushed in like a flood from the floodgates, followed by forbidden knowledge derived from the use of the Witch's Eye.

The black potion boiling in the pot was evaporating at an alarming speed. The moment the potion evaporated, the stinging pain in his mind stopped.

Only then did Isabella regain control of her body and stumbled backwards, knocking over chairs and tabletops, and her back fell against the wall.

"Teacher Gresta...! What have you done to me?" She covered her left eye and couldn't help shouting.

However, the Root Witch just slowly straightened up and lifted up the long hair covering her other eye with her hand.

The closed eye reopened, and it had an amber pupil that was no different from a normal eye.

"I gave you the witch's eyes as a gift."

"You didn't even ask for my permission!"

"I don't want to hear rejection from you, Isa, because I know you won't agree. Please forgive me."

"You—" Isabella took a sharp breath, but couldn't find the words to describe her behavior in her mind.

...the random guy!

"When did you hypnotize me?!" This was the only question that could be asked in the end.

"When I hug you."

Gresta smiled relaxedly, as if she had done something no big deal.

Chapter 93 A lonely life

Chapter 1283 Chapter 93 Lonely Life

"……Why?"

Faced with Isabella's question, Gresta's answer was: Because even if I keep it, it is of no use. At least I can give it to those who really need it.

"More than three hundred years have passed...how many sights can a person see in these three hundred years? From the beginning, the birth of the Witch's Eye was just a mistake. In order to fight against Leticia, I even I forgot my true intentions and shouldered the consequences of slaying the dragon regardless of the consequences, and obtained this eye.”

Gresta seemed to have finally been relieved of her burden at this moment, slowly sitting on the chair and letting out a long breath.

"I thought I could do something with the ability to transcend time and see through cause and effect. In the end, I was the only one who could be trapped in time. I have to admit that I am getting old. As a Human beings have gained a forbidden life, but they do not have souls that can accept a long life like the immortal species."

"--I'm tired."

All things considered, Gristavia is 855 years old this year. three hundred of them

I spent many years alone in this ultramarine forest.

"You have no idea how I spent such a long time alone, Isabella. It's because of your appearance that I feel that my withered life has regained the meaning of blooming. It's also because of you that I Only then can the relationship with Letitia be eased a little. Didn't you notice? When we first met, we started fighting over a disagreement... Haha."

Yes, Isabella still clearly remembers how when Leticia brought her here, she got into a fight with Gresta before she even said a few words.

I'm afraid it was even more serious before.

Compare this time when she came back, when Leticia handed herself over to Gresta, the tit-for-tat tone in her tone had long since disappeared.

"I actually always wanted to say sorry to her, but as you know, I am such a tough-mouthed person and I don't mean what I say. Every time she comes to visit me, I want to say sorry to her, but I can't. Eventually they got into a fight and she turned around and left."

"Three hundred years later, I'm afraid Leticia has already seen through my thoughts, otherwise she wouldn't have brought you to me."

Gresta leaned back in the chair and waved for Isabella to come closer.

She reached out and touched Isabella's face, her eyes filled with happiness, and couldn't help but keep repeating in a low voice: "It's so similar, it's so similar..."

As soon as Gresta met Isabella's sapphire eyes, the joyful years many years ago would flood into her heart again.

That was her true best friend who had been with her for "lifetime", a love that transcended friendship and even family affection - Isabella Frelias.

Even the life she has lived until now was given to her by her.

"You said you are not her, I know...but I have always regarded you as her. You were even angry about it, but it's not as easy as a sentence to tell me to tell you two apart...silly girl. "

"So you still regard me as her replacement."

"Oh, yes, that's right..."

"The so-called change in title was also a lie to me?"

"To make you happy, so you will be happy, right?"

Isabella broke away from Gresta's hand caressing her cheek and stood up, backed away and shook her head: "I have never been Frias."

"I know."

"You are deceiving yourself!"

"I never blush when I lie, and I don't even need to make a draft. Isn't that what you said. I have lied to others a lot, and maybe I can even fool myself. I am a person with a bad personality. You have to understand it clearly. You Master, she said it from the beginning, and she didn’t say she missed it.”

Gresta smiled bitterly and shrugged: "I'm hated a lot, and I'm used to being hated, so I don't care anymore."

He has a bad personality, is insidious, cunning, and vicious, and will do anything to achieve his goals——

As a human being, with the power of roots and taboos, he committed an unforgivable mistake. Even if you spend the rest of your life trying to atone for your sins, you can't wash away those consequences.

"Cheng Rang has already learned the time curse world with Leticia. Anyway, Leticia won't use that against me now. This eye is not of much use to me. I might as well give it to you. Maybe Being able to see through time and discover that he is having an affair behind your back~"

"——Wouldn't use it in that kind of place!"

Gresta smiled and waved her hands: "It's just a metaphor, why are you so excited? Anyway, this eye belongs to you now. I don't care what you want to do with it. Compared with my bad character, Old woman, you, a kind-hearted and brave little guy, is the one who can play its greatest role."

Isabella clenched her fists, stared at Miss Witch, who was leaning on the chair and swaying with the flames in the fireplace, and whispered: "It's really unpleasant..."

"Of course you'll be upset. After all, I didn't ask for your permission before—"

"No, teacher, this is not the only thing that makes me unhappy." Isabella waved her hand to interrupt Gresta's words.

"I see, all this is not insignificant to you at all, right?"

Gresta stared at Isabella expressionlessly, as if listening to her words.

"What does a complete life look like to you? When did the so-called girl named Gristavia die? Is she still alive now? A life misunderstood by yourself, a life misunderstood by others, A life of making unforgivable mistakes..."

"You have a bad personality and do anything to achieve your goals. In my opinion, the only thing you know about yourself that is correct is that you have told too many lies, even to the point where you have deceived yourself!"