"I never joke, especially to a brave soldier!" the old witch said meaningfully, "As long as it takes a little of your time, you will have as much money as you want!"
"You'd better not lie to me! Otherwise, I will make you look good!" Philip, the soldier, raised the sword at his waist and threatened the old witch viciously.
The old witch smiled disdainfully.
"Okay, let's take it as what you said is true. Tell me, what should I do?" asked the soldier Philip.
"A simple little ritual is needed!" said the old witch.
"Ritual?" Soldier Philip frowned. Thanks to the propaganda of the Holy Light Church over the years, witches have gained a bad reputation, which made him quite wealthy. Soldier Philip thought about it, but the greed in his heart still defeated his reason. He
He said in a deep voice, "You'd better not play any tricks!"
"Of course not!" the old witch laughed strangely.
"What's the use of this so-called ceremony? Do I need to pay anything? Tell you, I won't give you a penny!" Soldier Philip asked a series of questions.
A flash of light flashed in the old witch's eyes, and she answered all the questions with a smile, "Of course this ritual is to prevent you from being attacked by something in the treasure!"
"Something? You'd better make it clear." Soldier Philip's expression changed.
"Jiejiejiejie... If there are no protection measures in a treasure, do you believe it?" the old witch asked.
Soldier Philip thought the same thing in his heart, but he said harshly, "How do I know what harmful things you witches have in your heads!"
"At least I keep my word!" The old witch looked at the soldier Philip seriously, "If you don't want to get rich, then you can leave!"
The fact that Philip the soldier didn't leave just now shows his greed for treasure. How could he leave?
So he just touched his nose, smiled, and stopped talking.
Only then did the old witch look away from the soldier Philip. She took off her blue plaid apron, and like a magic trick, she took out many weird things from nowhere.
Blue powder, frogs, snakes, a wooden staff with three goddess statues carved on it, and the crystal ball that turned black.
The old witch first drew a five-pointed star on the ground with blue powder, cut off the heads of frogs and snakes, and used their blood to write some dense abstract words in the five-pointed star.
When the last word was written, the entire five-pointed star flashed.
These abstract and strange words are like two symmetrical eyes in the five-pointed star.
The old witch put the black crystal ball into the left "eye", and then said to the soldier Philip, "Stand there!"
The old witch pointed to the "eye" on the right!
"You'd better stop playing tricks!" The soldier Philip threatened the old witch, and then he obeyed the old witch's words and walked over.
As soon as the soldier Philip stood up, the old witch Tibinuya Hecate raised her wand and began to mutter a spell.
The soldier Philip tilted his ears to hear clearly what the old witch was saying!
But the old witch kept chanting rhythmic words as if she were chanting sutras. The more Philip listened, the more confused he became.
An invisible wave of magic spreads out from the old witch's wooden staff.
William's figure appeared from a hidden place behind the two of them.
He watched this scene intently.
As the old witch continued to cast her spell, a phantom of a goddess with three heads and six arms appeared.
His eyes were empty, and his left and right hands held a torch.
The torch burns with the fire of nothingness.
And in the back half of the sky, a dark moon appeared faintly.
The soldier Philip did not notice this situation. He just looked at the old witch with boredom and kept chanting curses, and his patience was getting worse and worse!
But the old witch's eyes became brighter and brighter, and her voice of chanting curses became louder and louder.
The head of the three goddesses with six arms lowered their heads in the middle, and their eyes were fixed on the soldier Philip.
As he watched, the black substance in the black crystal ball flowed out of the crystal ball like liquid and crawled towards the soldier Philip.
The soldier Philip quickly noticed this situation and cursed, "Damn it, what is this?"
Soldier Philip raised his legs and was about to leave!
However, the five-pointed star was like 502 glue, firmly adsorbing his feet in place, unable to move, and he could only watch the black liquid rush up from his feet.
"Damn old witch! I want you to look good!" Soldier Philip cursed loudly.
By this time the old witch had finished reciting the spell, and her forehead was covered with sweat.
It seems that the burden of casting this magic circle is not light on her!
At least from the perspective of William behind him, the old witch's magic power had been reduced by half.
This is what the magic mirror told him.
The old witch didn't bother to wipe her sweat, pointed her wooden stick at the soldier Philip, shouted, "Shut up!"
A burst of blue light flashed from the wooden staff and hit the soldier Philip.
The black liquid magically blended into Soldier Philip's body and disappeared without a trace!
At this time, the three-headed and six-armed goddess disappeared, and the soldier Philip regained his ability to move.
Philip jumped out of the magic circle, quickly pulled out the long sword from his waist, and was about to slash at the old witch.
"Stupid mortal!" The old witch's eyes turned cold, and after reciting a spell quickly, her face became extremely majestic.
"Witchcraft intimidation!"
The soldier Philip saw the old witch's ugly face, and for some reason, he suddenly lost the courage to swing his sword and did not dare to swing his sword at the old witch again.
The old witch who cast the spell turned pale again. She glared at the soldier Philip, "What are you going to do?"
"It's me who should be saying this. What did you do to me?"
"I'm giving you the key to the treasure!" said the old witch.
"Come on, I'm not a three-year-old kid!"
"At least three-year-old children are not as stupid as you!" said the old witch.
A flash of anger flashed in Soldier Philip's eyes.
The old witch explained, "My grandmother is a witch with great power. There are many protective measures in her treasure. Only she herself can be protected from attacks! I just attached my grandmother's breath to you.
Let the things in the treasure mistake you for my grandmother, so that you will not be attacked by them!"
When the old witch mentioned "them", a trace of fear and unstoppable greed flashed in her eyes.
But the soldier Philip didn't notice this!
His focus was on himself, "Is there anything wrong with me?"
"Of course you didn't, you idiot! As soon as the effect of the magic circle wears off, the aura of my grandmother in you will dissipate, so don't waste time!"
If it wasn't extremely difficult to find someone whose soul was very similar to her grandmother's, how could the old witch be so polite to the soldier Philip?