High School of Demon Hunting-Chapter 1637 - 381: Witch’s Green Rice Wine

It seemed aware of the Old Witch Demon’s greedy gaze.

Jiang Yu reached out and shuffled many of the bottles and jars back into her handbag, leaving only two bottles. One was a wide mouth bottle with a black surface, making it impossible to see what’s inside; the other was the wine bottle with the eyeballs inside.

Then the Witch looked up at Zheng Qing.

"A little preparation before setting off, luckily I have something suitable here."

She said cheerfully, opening the wine bottle, shaking it, and produced a few small cups from somewhere, placing them in mid-air and filling them up one by one, gesturing for everyone to help themselves:

"This is Green Rice Wine infused with the eyes of a Sensible Cow, with added herbs like Summer Dried Grass, cod liver oil, and Bright Seed... Drinking it can make night seem like day for you, perfect for our current situation."

"Sensible Cow?" The Black Cat’s body instantly swelled a bit, its ruby-like eyes moving closer to inspect the two large eyeballs soaking in the wine: "...The Sensible Cow’s eyeballs are quite a rarity."

The Sensible Cow is a magical creature native to a rugged, plantless valley in Yellow Mountain, feeding on arrow bamboo, drinking red water, and accompanied by gems, covered in ash-black fur, short in stature, but with enormous eyes that can gaze at stars above and into the netherworld below, seeing clearly at night as if it were day. Its tears are also essential in many high-grade magic potions, making them pricey.

Due to its limited habitat, the Sensible Cow population is always very scarce, and they are strictly protected by the Mage Alliance, so magic materials related to the Sensible Cow rarely circulate in the market.

Therefore, when the Black Cat saw the Witch using two complete Sensible Cow eyeballs to brew the wine, it couldn’t help but make a few remarks.

Compared to the Black Cat, the Old Witch Demon was more fascinated by the rich magic power contained in the potion. Seeing Jiang Yu gesturing for everyone to take freely, it immediately moved up:

"Oh! May Merlin bless you, generous and noble lady!"

The Old Witch Demon loudly repeated its shallow but tedious praise, and eagerly reached out its paw, grabbing the outermost cupful of wine and swallowing it whole along with the jade cup, without even taking the time to chew it completely.

Even though it didn’t need the wine.

Jiang Yu glanced at it but ultimately said nothing.

Similar to the Old Witch Demon, the Black Cat didn’t need the wine either but still took a cup, sniffing the aroma with great interest, then slowly lapping it up.

Just out of gluttony.

The only two who actually needed the wine were Zheng Qing and Jiang Yu—Zhu Si, due to her special condition and spending most of her time close to Jiang Yu, only had a shallow layer in her cup, just for sentiment.

Unlike the Little Witch, Zheng Qing’s cup was filled to the brim, and his cup was subtly larger than the others, with the light blue wine trembling like jelly at the brim, yet not a drop spilled.

The Warlock picked up his cup, sniffed it under his nose, and then drank it in one go.

Smooth on the entry, it filled his mouth with a cool fragrance, almost devoid of any alcohol taste. As the coolness entered his stomach, a warmth emerged, reaching Tear Bearing and Clear Bright.

For a moment, he felt as if his eyes were soaking in warm spring water or caressed by sunlight.

A few cold tears were compelled out, trickling down the corners of his eyes.

When he opened his eyes again and looked at the vast darkness behind the mountain, Zheng Qing could vaguely see the serpentine and winding mountain path, the undulating terrain in the distance, jagged rocks, and grim withered trees.

"Wait a few more minutes, let the potion take full effect."

The voice of the Witch rang again in his ear, softly reminding him: "A cup of wine can support about twelve hours... If we’re still on the road by then, we can drink another."

"Doesn’t seem that outstanding either."

The Black Cat smacked its lips meanwhile glancing around at different distances, complaining and analyzing: "Hmm... Maybe because this potion’s brewed in the Wizard World... In the Wizard World’s night, there’s moonlight, starlight, no absolute darkness... Still needs some light as an inducement."

The Witch laughed awkwardly.

"It’s splendid."

Zheng Qing warned with a glance at the Black Cat, then looked at the now drastically different scene in the distance, praising: "Far better than before when everything was pitch-black... How did you come prepared with such a thing? Did you know we’d be coming to the Black Prison? Did you consult the family’s diviner? Are there any other things we should be cautious of?"

He was very curious about why Jiang Yu’s handbag was stocked with such an obscure potion, his only guess being that Jiang Yu consulted the family’s diviner and received a vague warning.

Seemingly not expecting the Warlock to ask this question, the Witch froze for a few seconds, a faint blush appearing on her cheeks, though it was almost unnoticeable in the dim light.

"Huh? Divination? No, no."

She stammered, hesitantly answered: "Not divination... just a coincidence... By accident... I remember you often participate in the school’s night patrols... I happened to see this potion recipe recently, so I got some prepared from home... Originally planned to sell it in your little shop... Yes, I planned to sell it to you!"

At last, her thoughts seemed to finally align, and she let out a noticeable sigh of relief.

Your logic has apparent holes, young girl.

The Black Cat coughed dryly, glancing at the Witch, then peered at the clueless Warlock, snorted softly: "This is clearly not Green Rice Wine... but a Love potion."

Zheng Qing didn’t immediately catch the emphasis in the Black Cat’s words.

But Jiang Yu, due to her sensitive mood, immediately grasped the implicit meaning behind the Black Cat’s words, her cheeks turning beet red.

The Black Cat’s ears twitched slightly.

"Oh, I seem to hear a little doe rushing everywhere... or maybe a flock of darting birds." It stroked its whiskers, pretending to look around earnestly, occasionally glancing at the flustered Witch, its cat eyes filled with mockery: "Of course, not the Three Azure Birds I had for breakfast, but a smaller, livelier flock..."

The Witch took a deep breath, glared at it viciously, but got a Ghost Face in return from the Black Cat.

"Deer?"

The Old Witch Demon, fresh from savoring the Green Rice Wine, perked up at the mention of ’deer’, its already swollen belly seemed to expand further, and immediately began drooling:

"Deer are great... There aren’t many Deer Specters in the Black Prison, and even if there were a few, they would’ve been eaten up by those Wolf Demons or rat demons... I can’t even remember the last time I saw a Deer Specter... Forgot, totally forgot."

It kept sighing as it spoke.

"Deer? Where’s the road?" Zheng Qing, with his mind entirely on getting to the Black Prison Castle, misheard initially, until halfway through the Old Witch Demon’s sighs, he realized the Black Cat meant the animal.

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