Stray

This time the liquid wasn’t as lethal as the previous bottle. Although it smelled pungent, after the smell dissipated, it unexpectedly did not leave too strong of an aftertaste. Nemo didn’t know if he should faint. He waited with bated breath for a moment but his mind was still as sober as he if was soaked in ice water.

Nemo had indeed heard of the Eastern Witches.

At first, he had read all the novels in the library. It just so happened that that race had a very high appearance in all kinds of adventurous love stories. Compared with humanoids, they were closer to poisonous flowers that extend from the same parent plant. To be precise, they were plants that are similar in appearance to humans.

Unfortunately, there would never be romantic stories about true love for this species; only endless tragedies. The awakening of the Eastern Witches comes from a twisted spirit. They extract the strength and lifespan of their offspring and personally raise them to become new witches.

They had never failed. After all, young hearts were easy to control; easy to destroy and distort.

Therefore, the Eastern Witches never showed any feelings close to “maternal love”. They just instinctively create more offspring, resist the extraction of the previous generation, and do their best to live longer and become stronger. When the power of their children begins to appear, it must be accompanied by a breathtaking beauty. Then in order to survive, they must begin to repeat this cruel cycle.

Rooted in its own blood, they were a beautiful and dangerous parasitic plant.

Nemo had never seen a real Eastern Witch. In addition to matching the rumored “good at potions”, the old woman in front of him was far from the characteristics of an Eastern Witch. He couldn’t help but open the heavy book again and glanced at the photo.

Generally speaking, in order to obtain more offspring, the Eastern Witches have a longer youth than humans. The witch Nadine claimed that she was only thirty-three years old, but she was close to withering.