Magic is not free, and weak witches exchange offerings to the goddess for the inspiration to cast spells. The first magic Rosemary encountered was the replication of the ancient Greek witch Medea's rejuvenation of an old goat—a symbol of the ancient ritual of renewal and endless life.
The witches threw the dismembered old goat into the cauldron, using its flesh and blood to resurrect a lamb, which was also the first sacrifice every young witch had to go through.
Other witches soon had a lively little lamb in hand, but when it came to Rosemary , the girl was sweating profusely stirring the large spoon, but there was no sign of any creature emerging from the steaming cauldron. On the contrary, as the large spoon stirred, the heat rose, and gradually a fragrance that made everyone salivate flowed out.
In the end, watching the witches scramble for the mutton pot, the sad Rosemary once doubted that she had no magic, but it was soon proven that she was overthinking, as she had everything she needed, just that her skill points were entirely misallocated.
When it came to the witches' essential flying ointment, other witches had already smeared the ointment, playing under the moonlight, picking bird eggs from the trees; while Rosemary was busy catching the flying ointment that was running away all over the sky: soft cotton candy lumps. Some witches took a bite and found it sweet and delicious.
If it weren't for the careful senior witches who ate the cotton candy and found that it had the power to make the body float, and could be considered a barely qualified flying potion, Rosemary would have been thought to be unfavored by the goddess and would have lost her qualification as a witch apprentice.
Then it was the production of simple magical props. Witches needed to make potions to transform cotton clothes into expensive silk; as for Rosemary ... let's not mention it. The senior witch in charge of the review said it was the best sugar-coated dress she had ever eaten.
At present, Rosemary 's most successful magic was turning a cup of water into wine. The aroma of the wine was so intoxicating that it almost led to a few wine-loving senior witches starting an impromptu banquet, and the scene was very chaotic for a while.
Once she thought she was Harry Potter, but she didn't expect to be the reincarnation of Jesus.
However, Amber and the other senior witches didn't think so. They once suspected that Rosemary was cursed and tried various strange potions and spells on her, almost pickling the girl into a sauce.
In the end, they came to a barely passable conclusion, that Rosemary was not cursed, but rather had a good name, which happened to have a high degree of fit with one of the many divine duties of the Moon Goddess: Goddess of Abundance.
The power of witches comes from the power of the goddess, and different powers have different types of magic. To put it more beautifully, Rosemary was deeply favored by the goddess, giving her too much of the "abundance" blessing, which led to Rosemary 's magic not being able to be exerted normally.
So before Rosemary could become a great witch, she first became the cook for the witches. Every time she started cooking, she would attract a group of witches who were eager to get their hands on the food, and there were even young witches who knocked on the bowl and created a short nursery rhyme on the spot: When Rosemary fails, everyone eats.
At this time, Rosemary began to miss the good thing of the chili pepper.
In fact, in her previous life as a foodie from the country of foodies, such a pair of hands was no different from turning stones into gold for her. She wouldn't worry about food and clothing wherever she went, and she wouldn't be afraid of starving even if she got lost in the desert. It was simply a must-have golden finger for traveling. The only thing missing was typical spices and hometown ingredients for her to open a canteen in a different world, and maybe she would start a gorgeous journey.
However, after figuring out the settings of this world, Rosemary could no longer maintain such a naive idea.
"Is that today's soup base?"
A girl jumped out from under the window, her little head swinging two golden braids, excitedly pointing at the medicine basket on the ground.
A large white egg lay quietly inside, carefully wrapped in lace-edged soft cloth, looking particularly round and cute, coupled with a large pot of boiling water, anyone would be mistaken.
Slam, the window was shut, and Rosemary hurriedly went forward to pick up her precious egg with her apron. All her hopes were on this egg, and she couldn't let this group of inhuman gourmands stare at it.
This time, she would definitely not fail!
Outside the witches were wary of the powerful Anber, and only dared to peep through the gaps in the doors and windows.
Not long ago, every young witch had successfully made a contract with a familiar in the Moonlight Forest, from the numerous wild cats to the rare white deer, and even the agile squirrels, every witch had successfully found a familiar that matched her according to the guidance of the Moon Goddess; and Rosemary , following the guidance of the moonlight, had found... an egg.
A group of witches who had tasted the sweetness began to associate, thinking that the Moon Goddess wanted to give the hardworking and diligent witches a supplement, so they tried every means and trick to persuade Rosemary to boil this egg that looked delicious.
At present, Rosemary was not really going to cook the egg. In fact, when she got this egg, she had put her long-lost ambition into it, waiting for time to hatch it.
This is an egg!
Rosemary 's mind is full of all kinds of rare and strange animals in the hometown legends. Dragons also lay eggs, and so do phoenixes. An egg contains infinite possibilities. Even if it hatches into a pangolin, as long as it is supplemented with mysterious colors and trans-dimensional settings, everything is reasonable.
So ignoring the sympathetic gaze of others, Rosemary held a kind of inexplicable confidence, and her mind has already emerged a beautiful vision of herself riding a big black and white world freely.
So in order to protect the beloved big white egg in a group of jackals and tigers, Rosemary ate and drank and slept with the egg. She also carefully added an opening to her clothes, carrying the egg in her arms every day, walking in the cold mockery of others.
Now even Anber, who likes to tease her little apprentice, can't bear to see it, and severely punished several witches who laughed at Rosemary as a hen.
But Rosemary doesn't care at all. She believes that what she is holding is not an egg, but hope and dream!
However, as the days go by, the egg does not crack, the witches are more and more looking forward to it, and Rosemary is more and more anxious.
In fact, she is also a little scared. She is afraid that her identity as a traveler from another world has really angered the local gods. As the saying goes, what you think by day, you dream by night. In Rosemary 's nightmare, the beloved big white egg that she has been waiting for is finally hatched, and it hatches a bucket of KFC family buckets, which are then divided up by a group of witches with zombie faces.
Rosemary , who was awakened by the nightmare, refused to wait endlessly. She decided to try to soak the egg with a potion to promote birth, but she was still afraid of her own hands.
Before she could think about it, she was interrupted by the mischievous Anber.
"I still have some magic medicine to promote birth here. Why don't you use mine?"
Anber, who knew she was in the wrong, rarely became gentle and considerate. She carefully closed the curtains and cast a consolidation spell on the doors and windows, not forgetting to make a threatening gesture to the people outside.
Rosemary wanted to say something, but suddenly there was a click, and the teacher and apprentice quickly looked at each other. The air around them solidified in an instant, and they could only hear the boiling water in the big pot, and a small strange sound, and the frozen atmosphere suddenly opened a crack.
Inside and outside the house were all silent, and even the cats couldn't help but walk lightly, as if everyone realized something.
Rosemary 's shoulders trembled, listening to the sound of the eggshell cracking behind her, her neck was as stiff as a stone, and she couldn't turn her head.
After a long time, she heard the sound of something falling to the ground, and Rosemary finally regained her consciousness. She looked at Anber and raised her eyebrows: how about it?
Anber was facing her, and happened to witness the process of the birth of the familiar spirit. At this time, her expression was colorful, and she tried to find a neutral word.
"...Alive?" The woman tried to find a neutral word.
Rosemary held her breath and waited for her answer, almost suffocating, but she really couldn't ask directly. Her little heart couldn't bear it.
She tentatively said, "What color is it?"
"White?"
Rosemary 's heart shrank, and her mind flashed through all the possible mythical beasts.
"Is there any black on the white?"
The girl's ecstatic expression made Amber somewhat embarrassed.
She struggled to say, "No black, but a bit of red?"
White with a touch of red? Rosemary 's face fell, what on earth could it be?
"Does it... match me?"
"Matches, it matches very well," Amber affirmed this time, nodding vigorously.
White with a touch of red, and it matched her aura perfectly, could it be... a red-crowned crane!!
Rosemary turned around ecstatically, wanting to embrace her fellow countryman... only to see the snow-white and round, with red webbed feet on the ground, indeed, it was exactly as Amber had described.
So... so white, so red, so down-to-earth, such a large red-palm big white goose!
The black-haired girl and the big white goose stared at each other, and Rosemary felt the world spinning around her, and then she felt nothing.
Amber gazed sympathetically at the girl sprawled on the ground, then cast a glance at the plump, round white goose, pondering for a long while before she managed to squeeze out a comforting remark:
"At least the familiar looks tastier than the mistress, which might buy a few more minutes of survival."
In her daze, Rosemary barely managed to crack open an eye, vaguely catching sight of the tattered Book of Divine Hymns not far away, which she had carelessly tossed to the ground earlier.
It lay open to its most crumpled page, with a corner turned down into a large triangle, clearly a page frequently thumbed through:
"A minor witch must, on the night of her eighteenth birthday under the full moon, hunt alone for a demon wolf and present its head to the temple of the goddesses. Failure to complete the ritual will result in the stripping of magical powers and an eternal curse from the Moon Goddess."