Chapter 486: Fantasy (Happy New Year's Eve!!!)

Green Forest City.

In the suburbs, inside a certain villa.

The leader of the "Witch Sisterhood," a woman full of charm from head to toe, is praying before a statue representing the "Underworld Moon."

Although she does not know the proverb "the most dangerous place is the safest place," this witch leader is very bold.

Knowing full well that the Green Forest Earl is hunting her, she still chose to hide in Green Forest City.

This is undoubtedly an unexpected decision.

Gradually, two figures emerge within the mirror's surface.

The Blood Cup Archbishop, dressed in blood-red robes, frowns and says.

"Two gentlemen, you lack sincerity." The witch leader frowns with dissatisfaction: "Why did no one tell me that you had already secretly reported that organization... although the result was terrible."

After lifting the black cloth, the witch leader smears a bottle of blood onto it, and the mirror surface instantly becomes deep and dark.

"It has no value to me, just a bit of research and commemorative significance."

The half-moon pendant takes on a layer of blood color, seemingly accompanied by chaotic whispers.

"Thank you for your protection."

"But it's not much, currently only worth about 1 or 2 pounds per day... it is a treasure for a Low-Origin Extraordinary or an ordinary person, but to me, it is just a chicken rib."

Aaron, who is meditating, senses something and exits the meditative state.

"Ladies and gentlemen... welcome to the Sotos Museum!"

After Aaron outputs his Spirituality, it changes from illusory to real, and finally lands on the carpet with a *plop*.

"Before, those two sisters had the protection of the Temple of Knowledge, and I wasn't sure... but now... I will use black magic to let them know the price of betraying the Sisterhood!"

"It seems... the 'Witch Sisterhood' still retains a secret stronghold in Plymouth."

A ferocious look suddenly appears on her beautiful face.

Aaron is slightly excited: "Without investing any materials, yet twisting a legendary item into reality... this is 'Thought Alchemy'! Or let's just call it 'Fantasy Alchemy'..."

Aaron holds the "Endless Clay Pot" and suddenly has an idea: "... If I donate it to the 'Sotos Museum' in Green Forest City and let every visitor hear its story, that might be enough to maintain its long-term existence."

"Today in Plymouth, a weird fairy tale appeared... it might be high-level contamination, and the content is very concerning... 'Witches' are also good at divination, and I vaguely feel that this matter is unfavorable to us."

"According to divine revelation... our enemies are quite skilled at divination, even to a terrifying degree."

Green Forest City, Green Forest Avenue No. 1, Sotos Museum.

"Besides that, because the 'Endless Clay Pot' was born from a fairy tale, once it loses this foundation... that is, after most people in Plymouth forget or stop believing in this story, it will disappear... this is the only drawback of 'Fantasy Alchemy'."

However, the reason this witch leader can live safely in Green Forest City until now is not simply because she is bold.

The Blood Cup Archbishop wears a bloodthirsty smile: "But why haven't you dealt with those two traitors?"

"We are looking forward to it..." Flander pauses for a moment, then suddenly says: "Besides that... is there any other intelligence?"

The act of spreading stories in Plymouth has no foundation at all; it relies entirely on the ability of hypnosis and Cognitive Tampering, and afterwards, those listeners will likely suffer from memory erasure...

Plymouth.

The witch leader says: "You should also know a little bit about the relevant content, right? That fairy tale of 'The Earl and the Three Thieves'?"

And its only function is—to get money!

Every natural day that passes, a certain amount of gold and silver chunks appears inside the Treasure Pot.

"We know." Flander and the Blood Cup Archbishop look solemn: "This may involve prophecy or a curse... to be safe, we have all performed rituals to pray for the protection of the Crown."

Flander, the leader of the "Gourmet Association," also says.

"Didn't I say to minimize contact? Once there is too much contact, the occult factors on us gather... if one is found, the other two might be divined by extension!"

With the protection of the Hidden Existence "Underworld Moon," even that "Green Forest Earl" cannot divine her.

A look of pain appears on the witch leader's face, but she quickly recovers and ends the prayer.

"Under the glory of the Crown, all schemes can only turn into nothingness!"

The three Crowns have deep faith in the great power of the Crown.

The curator, Sylvia, stands at the entrance of the museum, smiling at every visitor who arrives.

"Heh... my methods are far superior to yours." The witch leader smiles: "Every 'Witch' must undergo a ritual before entering the Sisterhood... hmm, they think it's just a normal and ordinary ritual, but they don't know that when their names are left on the 'Book of Witches,' they have left a medium for my curse!"

Think it, then do it!

Aaron follows his own heart, puts on his coat, puts on his hat, holds a gold-inlaid cane in his left hand, carries the Treasure Pot in his right hand, and his figure instantly disappears from the suite.

She is safe!

The witch leader stands up and goes to the secret room nearby.

If she transfers her base in time, relying on the foundation of faith in Green Forest City, she could make it exist for a long time.

It is a gray, unremarkable-looking clay pot with dark green patterns on the surface that look like a child's graffiti.

"In the story, the lord's treasure—the Endless Clay Pot?"

"Hmm? The gears of Fate have only just begun to turn, but a byproduct of 'Fantasy Alchemy' has already appeared?"

The ability of the "Maker" allows Aaron to easily obtain the information on this "Strange Object."

His expression is slightly excited as he reaches out toward the void.

Just at this moment, her eyes light up, and she sees a gorgeously dressed noblewoman slowly stepping down from a carriage; this lady has a noble temperament, and one can tell at a glance that she comes from high society.

Aaron disdainfully reaches into the Treasure Pot, takes out some gold and silver fragments, and examines them carefully: "Hmm... they are born from illusions. If people who hear this story and believe in it were spread across the entire continent, perhaps the gold and silver produced in the pot daily could be a bit more, but with the current scale of the story, it can only maintain this much output..."

In her murmuring prayers, strands of blood-red brilliance, like moonlight, fall onto the crescent pendant she is wearing.

The pure white "Furnace Fire" burns fiercely, and a large amount of Spirituality is consumed.

She strokes the pendant on her neck, a smile appearing on her face.

The secret room is empty, save for a floor mirror covered with a black cloth.

An item that was somewhat illusory emerged from the Subconscious Ocean, from the dream-mutterings of countless people...

It was born from illusion, and therefore possessed no corruption or negative effects.

Inside the suite.

Meanwhile, from the other side of the street, Aaron strolled over, his gaze sweeping across the carriage and the noblewoman, and a smile could not help but appear on his face...

Wishing all book friends a happy Lunar New Year's Eve! May you have plenty of lucky money! Laugh... There are recommendation vote red envelopes at the end of the chapter.

(End of this chapter)