A day and a half later, Viola returned to her bedroom again.

Compared with her initial vision, this time was several years ahead of schedule. The reason why she was able to return here with her two brothers eyeing her was because Gu Yun and the mastermind behind the scenes became friends.

After the two met, they actually talked seriously and seriously about academic issues such as "positive pole" energy and "sickness".

The natural disaster that scared countless people even took out a notebook and carefully recorded the suggestions made by Gu Yun.

Sitting on the soft big bed, Viola always felt a little upset, and she wanted to say something but couldn't say it.

"Just get used to it."

The strange sounds in the house also made Viola very uncomfortable.

The Demon King's think tank seemed to penetrate her mind and took the initiative to say to her, "You will get used to it soon."

"Your eyes..."

Viola pointed to Anling's eyes. There were more and more strange things recently. "Why did it turn red?"

If I remember correctly, when I met at the market just now, An Ling's pupils were still black, exactly the same as most adventurers.

"Because witches have seven pupil colors."

Anling calmly shared with Viola the setting she had just made. In fact, she just used the option to change her appearance in the character panel. As long as she reached the corresponding area, the player can not only change the pupil color, but also change his hairstyle, but his appearance can only be corrected up and down to 20% at most.

"Witch... are you referring to a wizard?"

Another strange noun, Viola couldn't help but become curious about another world.

"almost."

While speaking, Anling carefully prepared the holy oil according to the production process of holy oil. As a player who witnessed the changes in the north with his own eyes, Anling couldn't help but miss the era of the Mizu Mountain Hermitage Society. At least for the northerners, that was an era of heroes emerged.

An Ling's mind saw the doge comparison pictures that were particularly popular in x City some time ago, and he personally added two paragraphs of text.

The northerners centuries ago: Is this a monster? Try the holy oil first, if you don’t work, cut off its head with a silver weapon!

The northerners centuries later: Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

The gap is really too obvious.

As an honorary member of the Mizuyama Hermit Society, Anling must condemn the people of the North today. This is the inevitable result of their no longer trusting their abilities and being completely attached to the gods. I believe that Archbishop Anfictor would definitely be depressed if he saw what the North looks like today.

"Is this holy oil?"

Viola calmed down and sat opposite Anling. She curiously observed the liquid on the table that was not much different from ordinary oil.

When she was a child, she read records about Holy Oil in the library. It is said that thousands of years ago, Holy Oil was an important tool used by the monster hunters of the Mizu Mountain Hermits to fight against monsters.

However, the Mizu Mountain Hermit Society had long been destroyed, and the witch hunter was gradually replaced by adventurers, so that people now have no way to determine whether the content recorded in the classics has actually existed.

Making holy oil not only requires special ritual props, but more importantly, the spells during the production process. Once the spells are deviated, the holy oil will become invalid.

An Ling concisely popularized Viola's little knowledge about holy water, "If holy water can double the restraint of the shaped monster, holy oil can have the effect of four times the restraint."

Another manifestation of the fact that the northern country is not as good as before is that she, a half-baked alchemist who only studied alchemy for a few days, is still an expert-level existence.

“The production process is about to begin.”

Although this is a game, there is no option like one-click synthesis. Whenever Holy Oil is made, An Ling must personally repeat the complex spell.

Even she herself didn't know what this obscure mantra meant. However, as a modern x-city person who has received the baptism of exam-oriented education, An Ling knew very well that just remember the answers and the process. As for who invented this thing and how it evolved, it was not what she needed to consider.

Of course, if Gu Yun suddenly became interested in the evolutionary history of the spell one day, she could reluctantly study it carefully.

"This spell..."

Viola waited for An Ling to finish reciting the spell before she spoke, "It's a bit like the language of the gods."

The gods would convey their will to the church through the tree of divine, and the archbishop would inform the current king that Viola happened to hear similar language when he visited the church once.

"This doesn't matter." An Ling shook her head and pushed the holy oil in the bottle towards Viola. "The holy oil is finished. As long as you splash it on the shaped monster, you can identify the other party's identity."

Looking at the turbid solution in the bottle, Viola was skeptical.

In fact, after An Ling finished reciting the spell, the solution did not undergo any morphological changes, neither light nor other special effects appeared, and it seemed that it was just ordinary lamp oil.

She used her index finger to dip some holy oil and gently applied it to the back of her hand.

Nothing happened.

"Well, this proves your human identity."

As a person who has experienced it, An Ling also drank a little holy oil and applied it to the back of her hand, and it turned out naturally to be the same as Viola.

"Yeyin, come here."

Viola shouted at the door, and Ye Yin, who had changed into a standard maid outfit, heard the news, "Miss Three, what are the instructions?"

"Stretch your hand out."

Ye Yin stretched out his right hand in confusion, and Viola took advantage of her unpreparedness and applied the sticky lamp oil to the back of her hand.

Ye Yin shook her hand back like an electric shock. Although there was no sign of burning on the back of her hand, the sticky feeling made her feel uncomfortable.

"Miss Three, are you a child?"

Ye Yin used the handkerchief she carried with her hand dry the oil stains on the back of her hand, "Please stop playing with lamp oil anymore, it will not only stain your clothes, but also be harmful to the skin."

Even children who like to play tricks do not regard lamp oil as a toy.

"You misunderstood, Ye Yin."

Viola explained, "This is the holy oil prepared by Anling. Once it is applied to the morphological monsters, their identity can be immediately exposed."

"real?"

Ye Yin looked suspiciously at the solution in the bottle that looked exactly like the lamp oil.

At this moment, Gu Yun also walked into the room from the door.

"I've finished talking to death, and now I can leave for the treasure house."

"Hand, stretch out."

Ye Yin blocked Gu Yun.

"how?"

Gu Yun stretched out his right hand in confusion, and Ye Yin quickly applied the lamp oil on his index finger to the back of Gu Yun's hand.

"You are too cautious, how could Gu Yun..."

An Ling's words came to an abrupt end.

Smoke came out from the back of Gu Yun's hand.
Chapter completed!