Chapter 213: The Racial Trait of Witches is Red Eyes

As for the previously unseen Druids, they were researched and developed by "Wheel of Fortune" Esmeralda. They were a race capable of transforming into various Monsters.

The higher their cultivation level, the more types of Monsters they could transform into.

And among the people present, Esmeralda was not the only Druid. There was another, someone Lan Qingyou was incredibly familiar with.

The great Wind-element mage, the terminator of stone—"Death" Li Huai.

When Li Huai first chose to become a Druid, everyone expressed their utter confusion.

With such a powerful talent and terrifying attack power, why would he choose this specific race?

To their shock, the middle-aged man's answer was simply that he had wanted to be a wizard when he was a child.

His response left everyone completely speechless.

After all, as the possessor of an S-rank Wind-element talent, the guy was already a mage, and an incredibly powerful one at that.

Although Merfolk could also transform, they could only take on a fish-like form, which was not what he wanted at all.

In the end, as soon as the Druid race was introduced, he chose it without a moment of hesitation.

"Haha, I never expected the Witch to have such a sharp tongue offline. How about it, care to do some fishing first?"

"Pope" Nemo, the oldest of the group who had grown slightly younger after evolving into a Merfolk, was dressed in short sleeves like a fisherman. He conjured a fishing rod out of thin air and waved it playfully at Lan Qingyou.

As for Lan Qingyou sitting gracefully on her Magic Broom, everyone had a tacit understanding and refrained from asking about it.

Since they all knew the underlying reason, no one was foolish enough to run their mouths.

Jokes were one thing, but deliberately slapping someone in the face was a line they would not cross.

Tsk, tsk. Even though it had stopped snowing and the temperature was gradually rising, that was still no excuse to wear short sleeves.

As expected, having a body with a constant temperature meant you could do whatever you pleased.

"Forget it. I know absolutely nothing about fishing. We should just hurry up and enter the dungeon,"

Despite the good-natured invitation, Lan Qingyou politely declined.

If it were anywhere else or with anyone else, people would definitely think Lan Qingyou was being antisocial. In truth, that was essentially correct; she simply did not have the kind of personality that catered to others.

However, everyone here possessed their own unique quirks and perspectives, so no one took offense at her blunt refusal.

On the contrary, her straightforwardness was rather refreshing.

After all, none of them were the type to have an abundance of free time.

"Is this the Magic Eye of you Witches?"

"Wheel of Fortune" Esmeralda, wearing an elegant red dress and a string of precious jewels in her hair, gazed at Lan Qingyou's crimson eyes and posed the question.

"That's right. After becoming a Witch, my originally black eyes turned red. However, this is just my personal color. I can't be certain if the eyes of other Witches will change in the same way."

Lan Qingyou nodded, affirming Esmeralda's observation.

Since she was currently the only Witch in the entirety of the Abandoned Land and had never interacted with any others, she could not say for sure.

"They will. According to what I've heard from 'Judgement', they all turn red. Just like how other evolved races develop distinct physical traits, the crimson Magic Eye should be the racial hallmark of the Witch Clan,"

"Magician" chimed in, picking up the thread of the conversation.

As someone who had known Chu Yuan from the very beginning, he naturally possessed insider information that others lacked.

"Is that so? Then it seems we are all largely the same," she murmured.

Although she had just acquired new information, to Lan Qingyou, it felt completely inconsequential.

After all, she had never planned on socializing with other Witches in the first place.

Even if they were all existences born from her own lineage.

As the founder of the Witch Clan, Lan Qingyou had the luxury of ignoring such details. Because she was a Witch herself, whether she paid attention to these matters had little impact on her.

But the Supreme Council, which presided over ten thousand Witches, could not afford to be so careless.

After acquiring the Witch's Potion that Lan Qingyou had brewed through countless hours of overtime, they had immediately begun analyzing everything—the Witches' utility, combat power, physical appearance, and even their hobbies, dietary habits, and behavioral quirks.

Naturally, this comprehensive analysis was not limited to Witches alone.

Vampires, Merfolk, Titans, the Demon Race, and the rest were all being meticulously studied.

Some among them even hoped that by studying these races, they could find a way to induce human evolution without relying on ancient bloodlines.

After all, ancient bloodlines were far too scarce.

Lan Qingyou's cauldron of Dragon King essence blood seemed capable of evolving over a hundred thousand people, but compared to the more than thirteen billion Transmigrators from Blue Star currently on the continent, it was merely a drop in the ocean.

That was exactly why the Supreme Council was sending out search teams while simultaneously digging deeper into the potential of the human race itself.

Could it be considered "whimsical"?

Could it be considered "unrealistic"?

Regardless, it was nothing more than a helpless compromise forged out of sheer desperation.

People did not fear scarcity, but rather inequality. When a new race emerged, the massive population of the old race needed to be appeased; otherwise, utter chaos would inevitably break out.

And if chaos did ensue, without a shadow of a doubt, the Supreme Council would be the very first target to draw everyone's fire.

There was no questioning this fact. From the exact moment they stepped forward to seize power, this was a problem they were destined to face.

Of course, the best-case scenario would have been if no new races existed at all.

But since they already existed, dwelling on the past was pointless. Figuring out a way to resolve the root of the issue was the only thing they could do.

They couldn't possibly slaughter all the evolved humans, right?

What a joke. They were still counting on those people to act as pioneers, serving as the vanguard so that all of humanity could live peacefully on the Kalim Continent.

"When do we set out?"

Completely disinterested in the current topic, Lan Qingyou turned and asked "Pope" Nemo.

"'Tower' is certainly impatient. But you probably haven't had breakfast yet, have you? It just so happens that we haven't eaten either; we were waiting for you. We caught quite a few fish just now. Let's have a simple breakfast together, and then we'll head out,"

Nemo stood up and lifted the keepnet beside him, proudly showing Lan Qingyou their morning catch.

It was not bad at all. There seemed to be over a dozen hand-sized fish flopping around inside.

There were definitely enough for everyone to have at least two.

"I'll go cook, then,"

Gu Xiaobei declared as she stood up as well.

Although she was technically a guest at old man Nemo's place, when it came to cooking, no one could hold a candle to her.

Therefore, Nemo simply smiled and handed over the fresh catch.

Truthfully, he was quite looking forward to seeing how Gu Xiaobei would prepare the freshly caught fish.

Regardless, as long as it was a feast for the taste buds, he was satisfied.

"Hoot, hoot!"

"Squeak, squeak!"

Just as Gu Xiaobei took the keepnet and prepared to step into old man Nemo's kitchen, two distinct cries rang out from within Lan Qingyou's loose, oversized robes.

After a few rustling movements, the group watched as a snowy owl, clutching a small white mouse in its beak, flew out from the folds of Lan Qingyou's robes.

After several months of healthy growth, Steel Wool had now grown to over eight inches tall.

It wasn't too big, nor was it too small; hiding inside Lan Qingyou's robes to shelter from the wind was perfectly manageable.

Moreover, the Aurora Snowy Owl had essentially reached its maximum size. It wouldn't grow much larger in the future, which saved Lan Qingyou a great deal of trouble.

After all, this little fellow's absolute favorite pastime was perching comfortably on her shoulder.