Chapter 577 - 405: The Arrival of the Three-cup Witch

Chapter 577: Chapter 405: The Arrival of the Three-cup Witch

But now, Caesar had shattered that notion with his actual combat strength!

Mind you, the Tier Four Knight he’d slain hadn’t been injured in the slightest. He was killed at his absolute peak, and he wasn’t some non-combatant Tier Four, either. This kill was the real deal!

This battle record was even more outrageous than that of his younger brother, the Mad Witch. ’If he’s this strong as a Tier Three, what will he be like at Tier Four?’

This was one of the reasons the war had escalated again. Terra wanted to kill Caesar before he could fully rise to power, even if it meant offending Isaac.

After all, while Isaac currently appeared to value personal ties, Legendary Mages were mostly emotionally detached people from spending so much time immersed in their research. The Mad Witch was a prime example—someone who couldn’t care less about so-called blood ties. It was a gamble worth taking!

But the Orc Empire and the Kingdom Alliance weren’t fools. They were naturally doing everything in their power to protect Caesar. With all this pushing and pulling, how could the war not escalate?

None of this had anything to do with the five of them, however. The Witch Country, for its part, was being courted by all three factions, each terrified it might suddenly side with an enemy. This was a major reason the four Witches had gained entry so smoothly.

As for Isaac, his case was purely a matter of overwhelming personal strength.

It was no exaggeration to say that the only beings Isaac couldn’t currently handle were at Tier Five. Otherwise, he could have single-handedly and effortlessly wiped out the other two factions, excluding the Orc Empire.

With such terrifying power, nobody dared to give him any trouble, even though he originally hailed from the Solomon Kingdom.

Case in point: not long ago, he’d thrashed their Eldest Prince, then went right back to conducting his research in this world as if nothing had happened, while his subordinates scoured the globe for resources. Who was going to complain?

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Leading the four Witches to the study in his temporary Mage Tower, Isaac handed three Magic Books and three Magic Potions to the Big Cup Witch. "This golden one," he began, "is the Advanced Witch’s Secret Medicine. It’s primarily concocted from various treasures that can awaken a Witch’s Bloodline. The experiments were just recently completed, so it’s not quite perfect yet. It takes about three to five portions of Tier Three treasures to create one bottle of this Tier Four Witch’s Secret Medicine."

"Each bottle will raise your power by one Minor Tier directly. Be warned, it can’t be used to break through to a new major Tier. While a Tier Four Peak would see some improvement and a more perfect awakening of their bloodline, it would be an incredible waste. For that, you could just use a Bloodline-Harmonizing Secret Medicine, which only requires a single portion of Tier Three treasure to concoct."

"A Bloodline-Harmonizing Secret Medicine?" Hearing this unexpected term, the fiery glint in the Big Cup Witch’s eyes faded as she looked at Isaac with curiosity.

"It was a byproduct of my research on the Witch’s Secret Medicine, designed specifically for Witches who are at the peak of their Tier."

After that simple explanation, Isaac continued, "This gray bottle is the, ah, ’Lesser’ Witch’s Secret Medicine. And yes," he added, "it’s made from those ingredients you find so disgusting."

Seeing the disgusted expressions on the four Witches’ faces, as if they were ready to throw the bottle away at any moment, Isaac simply shrugged.

"It may be called the ’Lesser’ Witch’s Secret Medicine, but its effects are no worse than the Advanced version. They might even be stronger! I only call it that to tell them apart. Plus, the production cost is extremely low. I’d actually recommend this one, since it can be mass-produced."

Despite Isaac’s sales pitch, the four showed no excitement whatsoever. They continued to stare disdainfully at the gray Magic Potion on the table. Indeed, the Medium-Cup Witch had already set the potion down, unwilling to even touch it.

Isaac said nothing in response, simply shrugging. ’Fortunately, I still have a Plan B!’

Isaac’s gaze fell upon the silver Magic Potion...