[Magic potion residue: 0]
Another perfect hunt!
A Demon Sequencer, a hellish creature, managed to get him promoted.
It was just too smooth, so smooth that he wasn't prepared for it.
The Transcendental Activity, which had already finished devouring the magic potion, let out a hungry growl!
Two days later, Witcher shuffled back to his residence.
Hungry!
So hungry!
He's going crazy with hunger!
Upon returning to the house Eleazar, unable to care about anything else, quickly ran up to the second floor and stumbled to configure a potion, not even able to bottle it, and couldn't wait to hold the crucible and gulp it down.
Grimacing from the hot sides of the pan.
After calming down the agitation in his body, he wiped the corners of his mouth as if he was relieved and sat down on his butt in the chair, looking out the window with a bit of hindsight.
In the past two days of his return trip, he had almost resisted the instinct to eat the transcendental items on his body.
After getting stronger, the hidden danger of losing control was intensified instead of being reduced.
Vaguely remembered that he was able to endure for five days when he finished digesting the first magic potion, but now, he could barely hold on for even two days.
Now Eleazar could finally understand why a potion like ＜White Seagull＞ would appear when someone would go into research on how to get rid of the transcendental pathway to turn back into a normal human.
That's when someone gradually realizes that they are nothing more than vessels for the transcendent.
Extraordinary Material, Extraordinary Pathway, Extraordinary Active...
A magic potion is concocted from transcendental ingredients, thus allowing the drinker to master the transcendental pathway and generate transcendental activity.
But what does it mean that this process, suddenly, has been discovered to be reversible?
"We are its slaves..."
Somewhat sentimental and depressed for a moment, Eleazar shakes his head.
"First you must live to have any hope of being saved!"
He pulled himself together pulled out that Legendary Rank trophy and looked at it.
He didn't know what the Demon Sequence's collection had, but this space crystal, he could never find a way to open it.
There were very few records in Witcher's legacy about transcendental items, and with things of this caliber, it was clear that his knowledge of the occult was insufficient.
"Ask those two guys when you have time..."
Thinking back to the magical girl who was still a thief, Eleazar instantly let out another helpless sigh.
That guy really can't be praised.
"Well, it's time to get back to setting up the grounds for the Titan ceremony."
"Go say hi to Nana and buy a ticket back..."
Mulling over the itinerary for later, Eleazar packed her bags, then headed out the door with a full suitcase.
...
"I'll go back with you!"
Fina said, writing a note of absence and hurrying to the teacher's office.
Eleazar ferried back and forth a few steps, and when she ran back again, Hesitation asked, "Is there a problem?"
"You look like you're nervous, don't you?"
Fina took his hand and headed outside.
"This is the first time you've performed the ceremony, and you don't know the perils."
"My evil ritual was done inside an extinct volcano, but even so, it was still discovered by the church, and it took constant trouble in the surrounding villages and towns by my uncle and father to help me draw away the eyes of the acolytes."
"Legendary ceremonies move in a big way, think of the Church's annual ＜Solar Staircase＞ ceremony!"
Later, in the train car heading to Crowe Town, they carefully studied the
Eleazar watched her oddly as she turned the pages of her book.
Strange, this book has eaten one of the witch's hands, why would it not react to her?
"Well... Earth? Thunder? Wind?"
Fina withdrew her gaze from the pages of the book and thought about it thoughtfully.
"If it's just a normal earthquake, thunder, or typhoon, your ceremony should be able to fill the church."
Eleazar, who had no experience with potion rituals, had no choice but to follow her advice.
The next day they returned to the middle of the town and later told Uncle Fioz about the preparations for the ceremony.
"Have you finally gotten this far?" Fioz's tone was filled with emotion.
"Got a plan, going to build the spectacle yourself or go looking for the old site?"
Eleazar sank his tone, "Build it yourself, all those addresses in the book, I don't know when they were recorded, there are so many places that don't even have their place names anymore, I don't have time to verify them all."
"It's good to build your own..." Fioz nodded.
"Your father and I went to a few of the old sites, and they're unusable; either they're completely abandoned or they've been converted into city halls, museums, and other buildings."
"It has to be on a hill, the dome has to be more than ten meters, it has to have columns of gold, silver, copper, and iron, a metal floor of at least 1,000 pings, and more than 300 steps."
"This kind of building doesn't look like it's for people to live in, and I don't know how those ordinary people dare to set foot in it ...."
Fioz sighed as he thought back to the Titanic buildings he'd seen before asking, "Have you picked a place yet?"
"Picked it out, it's in Blackwood Village!"
"Blackwood Village is it? Let's go, let's check it out together!"
Picking up the black cat, the trio who had hired a carriage headed to a remote village a few dozen kilometers away.
When one person is promoted, the whole family is on the field.
That village was as filthy as ever, and while there were fewer lumberjacks, it still hadn't made the people of that village curb their exploitative nature. Passing through the entrance of the village, Fioz glanced at the towering recruitment board.
"Working from cock-crow to sunset, a dozen hours a day for 80, and only one lunch is included?"
"The people here seem stingy, surely your savings won't fill these people's appetites, Eleazar are you going to use spells?"
Eleazar silently replied, "Money and mind nudges and I want all of them, young and old, in one village!"
Fioz looked at him in surprise, "Do you have that much money? You're not planning on dropping all the bride price money, are you?"
"Uncle, you're being a little bit out of place if you say that..."
"Asshole, not a penny less than what was agreed upon!"
Fina didn't give the two men a good look.
They then walked into the familiar village of Blackwood, past the new logging and charcoal factories, and deeper and deeper as the terrain gradually climbed, finally standing on an open hillside.
Eleazar said silently as he looked down at the sea of forest below:
"The buildings just need to be connected, right, and it doesn't say they have to be built together?"
If there's anything that can be done to speed up the schedule, cutting corners is the way to go, minus adding people.
"You are the first Transcendent who has dared to try to obfuscate his ritual."
Fioz gave him a smirking look.
Eleazar had to extinguish the thought of death, and then had Fina descend to drop a high-level spell that destroyed all of the woods on this hillside, cracking the earth and tumbling the rocks.
"Rumble--"
The only thing the people in the Blackwood village heard was a loud bang coming from a large mountain in the distance.
Then one after another came out of the house to look and discovered the smoke curling up over there, which was even more alarming than their charcoal factory.
To prevent another outbreak of fire, the village quickly organized a group of villagers to go and check it out.
In the middle of the morning, the dozen or so people came back with strange faces and reported that there was just a heavenly fire descending there, but they had eliminated the hidden mountain fire.
After saying this, he hurried back to the house, stammering and avoiding the other inquiries.
Soon rumors began to circulate in the village that they had picked up golden beans there!
Golden Legend...