Soaking in herbal baths to strengthen the body might be a bit painful.
This was Moros’ exact words, and to these people, it felt like getting a Swedish massage where the masseur applies a bit more pressure than usual.
So relaxing and comfortable, and in just ten years, you could challenge a high-level Soulmancer.
Just the thought of it was delightful.
Moros didn’t care what they thought. His gaze fell on Evelyn, and he asked her, “Miss, would you like to learn witchcraft from me?”
Hearing this, William couldn’t help but give him a deep look.
Was Moros deliberately opposing him?
Evelyn was also taken aback, but she quickly recovered.
“I would love to!”
Her abilities had been destroyed, and if the Soulmancers following her found out, her fate would be grim.
She believed that this powerful witchcraft practitioner must have realized that William had destroyed her abilities.
Yet, he still wanted to take Evelyn as his apprentice.
Could it be that he didn’t get along well with William, but was nearly as powerful, and taking her as his apprentice was just to annoy William?
“Excellent!” Moros smiled satisfactorily, even giving William a look, with a more intense smile.
It was as if he was saying, “Master, are you satisfied with what I’m doing?”
William gave him a cold look and turned away.
He had already destroyed Evelyn’s abilities. As for Moros taking her as an apprentice, that was Moros’ business and Evelyn’s opportunity. He didn’t care to interfere anymore.
William’s sword strike was meant to make Evelyn understand not to test him over and over again.
Old feelings?
Sorry, but William wasn’t that sentimental.
If Evelyn provoked William again like she did earlier, it wouldn’t just be a matter of losing her supernatural abilities.
Moros didn’t quite understand William’s intentions, but he felt he had probably done the right thing.
“What’s your name?”
Moros, having come from his tribe, was quite attentive to his first disciple. Evelyn’s Soulmancer abilities had been nullified, but having absorbed a trace of William’s essence blood, her constitution was definitely stronger than any other Soulmancer present. In Moros’ view, Evelyn was an excellent candidate for training.
Evelyn, whose mindset was no longer that of the fragile girl she once was, performed a medieval-style bow to Moros as a gesture of apprenticeship and said, “My name is Evelyn.”
“Very good!” Moros looked at Evelyn approvingly and then said to the other students, “I see you might not fully understand this body strengthening process. How about we have Evelyn demonstrate it for you right now? Then you can decide whether you want to learn witchcraft from me.”
Learning witchcraft requires courage.
Moros knew that strengthening the body with herbs was not as simple as it sounded.
You get what you put in. To expect to match a Soulmancer who has enhanced their abilities over a hundred or even several hundred years with just ten years of witchcraft training, the effort required is inevitably ten or even a hundred times more.
After Moros finished speaking, he waved his hand, and a cauldron the size of a bathtub appeared before everyone.
This large cauldron, brought from the tribe using a space spell, was adorned with various strange runes drawn in blood around it. It was filled with various herbs and the blood of ferocious beasts.
With another wave of his hand, water filled the cauldron.
Those standing nearby could faintly smell the blood and the unpleasant scent of the herbs.
“Get in,” Moros said, looking at Evelyn.
As soon as he spoke, the liquid in the cauldron began to boil, and the smell of blood grew even stronger.
Dark red smoke billowed from above the cauldron, looking incredibly eerie.
“Is the water boiling?” exclaimed those who had just passed the test to potentially become Soulmancers but hadn’t yet become official Soulmancers.
“Boiling water, wouldn’t getting in peel off a layer of skin?”
“It looks terrifying.”
Peel off a layer of skin?
It looked more like it could cook someone alive!
Evelyn, witnessing the scene before her, couldn’t help but tremble.
She didn’t have the strength of a Demi-God now!
Would it really be safe to go in there?!
Moros noticed her confusion and said nonchalantly, “Don’t worry, you won’t die. If you’re afraid to get in, how can you learn witchcraft?”
“In our tribe, even babies can go in!”
Putting babies in there?
That sounded horrifying! 𝑖𝘦.𝒸𝘰𝘮
The students present felt a chill run down their spines upon hearing this. It was no wonder witchcraft wasn’t widely accepted,it seemed ominous at first glance.
Evelyn glanced in William’s direction and saw that he was busy talking to a man, paying no attention to what was happening here. Biting her lip, she finally mustered the courage and jumped in.
“Ugh!!”
As soon as she plunged into the cauldron, Evelyn immediately felt an intense pain on her skin, like boiling water scalding her. .𝒎
She felt as if every inch of her skin was being cooked.
But at the same time, a mysterious power emanated from the herbal concoction in the cauldron.
The pain intensified!
It was a bone-piercing agony, like falling into an endless pit of hell.
Was this the ‘little bit of pain’ Maximus had mentioned?
Evelyn, enduring the pain without crying out, eventually fainted from it, her head submerging into the herbal soup.
The mysterious witchcraft symbols painted on the cauldron seemed to come alive, as streaks of blood-red light penetrated into the pot.
Evelyn woke up again from the intense pain, this time involuntarily letting out a heart-wrenching scream.
But the scream lasted only a moment before she suppressed it again.
When her head emerged from the herbal soup, many students nearby were so scared that they covered their eyes.
Evelyn, who had previously looked like a Hollywood actress, now had her face covered in burns, blisters, and red marks, looking absolutely terrifying.
Some girls were so frightened that they burst into tears and sat down on the ground.
Walker, who had just approached William and was chatting casually with him, couldn’t help but curse out loud when he saw what was happening.
“Holy shit! She’s completely disfigured!”
William watched Evelyn in the cauldron, enduring the pain, with an expressionless face.
He didn’t know how to describe his feelings at that moment.
Evelyn’s desire to kill William was simply because she had learned Hades’ ritual of forgetting, cutting off emotions to enhance power. Maybe she thought that secret technique was truly invincible.
Or perhaps she believed that if she could bring herself to kill William, she would become stronger.
Unfortunately, she didn’t realize that even if Hades himself appeared, he would be just a child in front of William.
Could the memories of Morgana’s reincarnation really change a person’s thoughts so easily?
William always thought he understood people well, but now, he felt he couldn’t quite comprehend.
Disfigured?
A violent shiver ran through Evelyn’s heart, but she still clenched her fists, remained motionless in the cauldron, and didn’t make another sound of pain.
𝘳𝑎.𝒸ℴ