Chapter 2091

With Glass as a start, Caesar's potion business reopened that afternoon, and the Ice Soul potion was repriced.

The starting price was 500 silver coins. All witches who had already purchased the potion could recommend other friends to buy it. For every successful recommendation, Caesar would refund 50 silver coins to the recommender. In other words, recommending 10 witches was equivalent to getting a bottle of Ice Soul potion for free.

It looked very favorable, but in reality, Caesar, as the seller, guaranteed a price of at least 450 silver coins per bottle, and he also attracted a large number of buyers.

This trick was ineffective for a small number of witches; they belonged to a relatively isolated and silent group. Fortunately, the degree of madness of the gray witches was not high, so this trick was very effective for them.

On the second floor of the Sleepy House, Su Xiao sat cross-legged on the small bed in the alchemy laboratory, having just finished his daily meditation.

【You have gained 319 points of Witches' Association reputation.】

【You have gained 330 points of Witches' Association reputation.】

Prompts appeared one after another. Go to the sewers to clear out rats? There was no need for that at all. Clearing rats for a whole day couldn't compare to the reputation gained from selling 4 bottles of potion.

Su Xiao glanced at the team channel. Amu had transmitted a string of garbled text earlier, which meant that Amu was not far from Su Xiao and would be able to arrive before long. As for Benny, that cat-star person was treasure hunting all over the world.

Benny seemed to be slacking off often, but in reality, its help to Su Xiao was not small. Every time they returned to the Reincarnation Paradise, Benny was responsible for selling and acquiring items.

This saved Su Xiao a lot of time. These saved time, used for fighting in the arena or sparring with Sha, were all very good choices.

In Su Xiao's squad, Xiang Ignoring Bubu Wang's positioning needed no explanation; he could be called one of the pillars. Baja was for assassination and high-altitude reconnaissance, Amu was the tank—if there was a relatively arduous battle, it would definitely be the one beaten the worst. Benny was logistics—logistics for all members of the squad.

Witches' Association, ninth floor, in a somewhat dim room.

Moonlight shone in from the window, illuminating the rows of bookshelves in the room. Judging from the dust on the books, no one had looked at them for a long time.

In front of a circular wooden table, five figures wearing robes and hoods sat around. And in the center of the wooden table, an ice-blue potion was placed. That exquisite crystal bottle would instinctively make people feel that this potion was very valuable.

"I've tried it, the effect..."

The gray-robed witch spoke. He was relatively thin and small, his arms waving in front of him from time to time, as if he were shooing away mosquitoes and flies.

"Shut up."

A low drink came. This voice was somewhat old. He was wearing a black robe, and his shoulders twitched occasionally.

"Nicholas Caesar? What kind of bullshit name is this? Why isn't he called Moen Caesar? He should be called Moen Caesar! He must be called Moen Caesar! Otherwise, I'll take off his socks and put them on your heads."

A witch wearing a white robe spoke, his tone fierce; he was clearly somewhat mentally deranged.

"..."

"..."

The other four witches were speechless. The one who spoke just now was Moen Di, an arcane witch.

"How to handle this matter? This kind of potion is far superior to the Dead Soul potion in all aspects."

"Get rid of him."

"Bribe him."

"Give him a bath."

The corners of Moen Di's mouth under the black robe curled up, and he chuckled while looking full of confidence—a confidence without reason.

"Di, calm down. I'll go get a bottle of Dead Soul..."

The gray-robed witch stopped halfway through his sentence, picked up the Ice Soul potion on the table, and handed it to Moen Di.

"I, don't drink medicine, I, have no problems at all, I, am not crazy!"

The expression on Moen Di's face twisted, his teeth clattering.

"Get rid of Nicholas Caesar. I can't think of... a better way."

The gray-robed witch's hand waved in front of him again.

"Di, Dell, Chris, you three go do this. Be discreet; Caesar is a member of the Witches' Association after all."

The black-robed witch got up and left. He was the highest authority of the Moen family, Moen Alfus.

The gray-robed witch Moen Dell sighed in a low voice. He was the witch who had concocted the potion earlier and was witnessed by Xiang Ignoring Bubu Wang.

For Dell, working with Moen Di every time was a kind of torture.

Moen Di tilted his head and suddenly fell silent, which surprised the other three.

"Sigh~, why did Elsa refuse my marriage proposal?"

Moen Di was very sad.

"Huh?"

The cold and beautiful witch Moen Chris was full of astonishment.

"Di, Moen Elsa... is your grandmother."

Dell covered his forehead with one hand. He suddenly felt that if he continued to stay in the Moen family, he would sooner or later be killed by Moen Di.

"You're farting! Apologize to Elsa! She's only 19!"

Bang!

A hand reached out and embedded Moen Di's head into the wooden table. A few seconds later, he lifted his head.

"Did I do something stupid again?"

Moen Di wiped the wood chips off his face, and his somewhat unfocused pupils regained their luster.

"Welcome back, cousin."

Moen Elsa shook her hand, which was dripping blood. This was the consequence of attacking Moen Di. Moen Di's combat power was not the strongest in the Moen family, but his ability was almost unsolvable. The best result was to perish together with him.

"Who are we killing this time?"

"Nicholas Caesar."

"Time, location."

Moen Di took off his hood, revealing a face full of scars—scars so dense that his original appearance could not be seen.

Under the window of the room, Xiang Ignoring Bubu Wang picked up the camera, took a photo of Moen Di, and labeled it: 'Psychotic witch with built-in damage reflection armor.'

Dell, Elsa, and Moen Di were all witches with high efficiency, so they left the Witches' Association directly and headed to the underground market to intercept and kill Caesar.

Heru City at night was very quiet. All three of them changed into uniform black robes and walked on the street without saying a word.

Night owls hooted, and a somewhat reddish full moon hung on the horizon.

"Di, we should have a plan."

Dell waved his arm in front of him and looked at a two-story stone house that was still lit.

"We..."

Moen Di spoke in a calm tone. Five minutes later, smiles appeared on the faces of Dell and Elsa beside him. Di in a sober state was very reliable; there was a sense of peace of mind when killing people with him.

"Stop."

Moen Di raised an arm, his gaze fixed straight ahead.

In the night, a figure was sitting on the edge of a roof dozens of meters away. This figure had one leg bent and stepped on the eaves, while the other leg hung down naturally. One hand held a long sword in its scabbard, the hilt leaning against his shoulder, and the other hand held a colorless crystal. This crystal was about the size of an apple.

Crack~

The crisp biting sound was particularly obvious in the quiet night. Moen Di frowned tightly; he smelled a faint bloody scent.

"Who are you!"

Dell shouted in a low voice.

Crack~

There was no answer. The man sitting on the roof was eating something unhurriedly.

"Elsa, pull out his soul."

Moen Di tore open the black robe on his body with a rip, revealing an upper body that was not sturdy but full of scars.

Footsteps came from beside Moen Di. He looked at his cousin Elsa. At this moment, Elsa's eyes were wide open, and she was slowly retreating.

Pull out his soul? Stop joking. What Su Xiao was eating now was a Soul Crystal. He had even confronted the Moon God, who specialized in souls, head-on, and even the Moon God couldn't pull out Su Xiao's soul.

Protect Caesar? There was no need for such trouble at all. Su Xiao's choice was to directly intercept and kill the three witches of the Moen family. If he slaughtered these three witches, wouldn't Caesar be safe? This was a very simple truth.

Su Xiao was not good at protecting others, but he was very good at killing.

Throwing the last small piece of Soul Crystal into his mouth and chewing it, Su Xiao stood up from the roof of the stone house. Under the reflection of the red moon behind him, no matter how you looked at it, he looked like a Tier 6 boss.