The origins of the village chief were known to the mysterious figure, otherwise, he wouldn’t have traveled all this way to pay a hefty sum for the Magic. The village chief, somewhat proud, continued, stroking his beard.
“Yes, Kiara is indeed the most talented among the younger generation.”
“She started dealing with poisonous insects at the age of four, her whole body covered in poison. By the age of twelve, she could independently refine the Centipede Magic.”
“So, sir, you can rest assured.”
The mysterious man’s lingering doubts were dispelled, and he laughed heartily:
“Good, she truly is a heroine! If this matter is handled well, I’ll add another million.”
With these words, father and daughter exchanged a glance, exceptionally pleased.
“Then, thank you, sir.”
However, at this moment, Kiara suddenly made another request.
“Hmm?”
The mysterious man slowly stroked the ring on his hand, his tone slightly displeased.
“A million isn’t enough?”
He detested those who asked for more than they deserved… The atmosphere suddenly became tense, the temperature dropping sharply.
The village chief, sweating profusely from the pressure emanating from the man, quickly shot Kiara a stern look.
“Don’t be unreasonable.”
But Kiara was resolute; her decisions were never swayed, even if her father tried to obstruct her.
“Sir, don’t worry. This is just a very small request from me, and it won’t put you in any difficulty.”
“What request? Speak up, and I’ll consider whether to agree or not.”
“You will agree.”
Then, Kiara continued with a chuckle:
“I would like to request, sir, if after making the Golden Silkworm Magic, you would allow me to take a drop of its blood.”
“But rest assured, it’s just a drop of blood, and it won’t affect the Golden Silkworm Magic itself.”
As soon as the village chief heard her request, he immediately knew what she intended to do.
His face turned pale.
“Kiara, you can’t be reckless!”
“Dad, this is my own business. Trust me, I won’t put myself in danger.”
The father and daughter outside unexpectedly began to argue in front of him, making the mysterious man curious as to what she wanted to do with that drop of blood?
“Sir, have you heard of the Love Magic?”
“Hmm? Of course, I have, but the Love Magic feeds on Magic, and it takes a very long time to refine, so it’s rarely seen.”
Kiara proudly raised her chin again and continued his words.
“But I’ve succeeded. I’ve been feeding the Magic with my own blood since I was a child, enduring countless poisons.”
“Originally, it takes three years for it to hatch. If it has the blood of the Golden Silkworm Magic as nourishment, it can mature within three days.”
“Tonight happens to be the day of success for the Golden Silkworm Magic, so I couldn’t help but ask you for a drop of its blood.”
With this, her Love Magic would be able to hatch after three days.
The mysterious figure, upon hearing that she wanted to refine the Love Magic, also became curious about the Love Magic.
“Both of you have done a lot for me. Without harming the Golden Silkworm Magic, just a drop of blood, I can give it to you.”
Kiara was overjoyed.
“Thank you, sir!”
Even the figure behind the scenes laughed, “To make you so eager to catalyze the Love Magic, Miss Kiara must already have someone in mind.”
Kiara didn’t hide her intentions and directly stated her thoughts.
“Yes, I want him to be my puppet for life!”
Soon, her wish would be fulfilled.
While the three were secretly discussing, they didn’t notice a petite figure lurking outside the door.
In a flash, it was gone.
“Golden Silkworm Magic, it’s indeed a good thing!”
On winter nights, the sky seemed especially high, with thick, overlapping dark clouds obscuring the already dim moonlight.
A gloomy atmosphere prevailed between heaven and earth.
Every household in the village lit up their lamps. In this remote mountainous area far from the city, the sea of lights was scattered like stars.
The only dense place is the Magic Temple in the far east.
Since the Magic Temple was destroyed by a mudslide three years ago, the village chief has called on everyone to contribute to the construction of a more magnificent temple.
The villagers call it the “Magic Temple.”
The antique-style building is primarily made of wood, with flying eaves and carved beams, showing considerable craftsmanship.
As soon as you enter, you see a three-meter-high, several-ton golden sculpture in the center.
That is the revered Magic God.
It has a centipede-like head with two long whiskers on top, toad-like large eyes, a body as long as a python, and golden snake scales all over.
Eighteen pairs of feet are arranged in sequence, with a raised scorpion tail and a pair of extremely sharp pincers on its back.
Surrounding it are offerings to the “Five Poisons”: snakes, scorpions, toads, centipedes, geckos…
In the middle is a table with an incense burner, braised pig heads, beef, lamb, chicken, fruits, and other offerings.
But these are not the highlight of tonight.
Because the real offerings are tied to fourteen stone pillars, and the floor tiles beneath them are arranged in the shape of the Magic God.
There are grooves left around the altar.
It’s more like “channels” than grooves, not very deep, but about ten centimeters wide.
All the villagers have bathed at home today and dressed up.
At this moment, they sit neatly with crossed legs under the steps, silently chanting spells.
Waiting for the arrival of the village chief and the Witch.
Soon, Kiara and the village chief arrived, and amidst the loud sound of gongs and drums, a group dressed in bizarre costumes rushed onto the altar.
Their faces were painted with thick ink colors, wearing decorations made of feathers on their heads, and bells hanging on their hands and feet, dancing barefoot.
The eerie dance and the eerie music sent chills down people’s spines.
After the dance was finished, the dancers stepped down, and one of them handed a dagger to the village chief.
“Please, village chief, pray to the heavens on our behalf.”
Yes, the village chief is the most respected wizard in everyone’s mind, and he is needed to preside over all major occasions.
Naturally, tonight’s grand event is no exception.
The village chief took the dagger, and two young people beside him brought a black chicken.
The chicken was tied up with colorful ropes and couldn’t move.
The village chief grabbed the chicken’s neck with one hand and held the dagger in the other, under the bright lights.
The dagger lightly slashed at the chicken’s neck.
Splat-
Bright red chicken blood sprayed out, some even splashed onto his face, but the village chief calmly wiped it off without any panic.
The other two then caught the chicken blood in bowls.
This marks the beginning of the sacrificial ceremony.
Next is drinking!
Since everyone believes that chicken blood is extremely nourishing, they naturally want to share it together.
The chicken blood is poured into a jar of wine, and the rest of the villagers instinctively take bowls and line up.
The wine mixed with chicken blood turns into a faint pink color, with a hint of bloodiness in its smell.
This is the most primitive and barbaric taste.
“On behalf of the Magic God, I bless you all. Come, let’s drink it in one gulp.”
“Cheers!”