Calico, the most famous witch of Ancient Greece, also had another name in Roman mythology.

"Circe... Aunt?" You Xiaoniao was evidently sensitive to the famous mythological name, completely unaware that Xue Dili's elder would have such a strange mythological name. But after a simple check, she found out that the person opposite was indeed her boyfriend's legal guardian.

The photo on the personal bookshelf couldn't be faked. It showed Xue Dili with a cold face, taking a picture with a woman ruffling his hair. The woman in the photo looked just the same as the one outside the door, wearing a tailored suit yet insisting on retaining handmade Greek laurel embroidery on the cuffs.

And in the photo, Xue Dili seemed to be just over ten years old.

The only puzzling thing was, why hadn't the aunt's appearance changed one bit after more than a decade?

However, the next moment she opened the door, a hand gripped her chin fiercely. As she prepared to resist, she heard, "Don't move, I mean no harm."

You Xiaoniao was taken aback for a moment, immediately halted her movements, and, as per that aunt's actions, she drew closer to her face, and heard the aunt say, "How ordinary. How did you manage to please that brat who never even glanced at anyone? I can't figure it out."

The aunt threw her suitcase onto Xue Dili's computer chair as if she were at her own home. She saw the full temperature-controlled cabinet of petri dishes, and most astonishingly, the "Cursed Blood" aura in one of those dishes!

No, she wasn't mistaken. It was the scent of Cursed Blood! And it wasn't the remaining Cursed Blood from three thousand years ago, but freshly used, Cursed Blood!

The aunt didn't know what expression to make. She frantically sensed the Cursed Blood's flavor and that strange yet familiar virus...

But, thousands of years of cultivation still allowed her to remain calm, not laughing out loud, placing her hand into her pocket to take out a pack of cigarettes. Yet, as she lit it, her hands were trembling ceaselessly, as though stricken by Parkinson's.

"Aunt, you..." You Xiaoniao looked at the aunt's strange behavior. She was about to say that smoking wasn't allowed in the lab, afraid some microorganisms might take it upon themselves to die on the spot.

"Sorry, I don't smoke..." The aunt tossed the cigarette she had just placed in her mouth into the trash, but at this moment, she seemed to be exerting all her strength to suppress the upward curve of her lips.

"It seems like I'll need to tell you the story of our family." The aunt looked at the "niece-in-law" with a façade of containing her expression, trying not to laugh, while in her hand, blood circulated, as if an organism subject to her control at any time.

This unscientific scene left You Xiaoniao dumbfounded, staring intently at the agile blood in her hand.

"I've always been handling the remnants leftover from the Divine Era, and those attempting to revive the Divine Era. It's the destiny shared by me and little Xue, and also the connection between us." She smiled, with the blood in her hand like a living creature.

"My Treasure is named 'Fake Curse Blood', a weakened version of the collected Cursed Blood, and this origin dates back to over 3200 years ago..." She seemed no longer inclined to keep it concealed, looking at the girl in front of her, slowly narrating a history from more than three thousand years ago...

...

"I feel great now, sir," the old mystic scholar Austin stretched his body.

For this mystic scholar, the current physical condition was better than he ever imagined. For the first time, he felt a surge of energy and believed he could kill a bull with his bare hands.

If he had this energy before, he would have become a physicist instead of a mystic scholar, casting a flashy Holy Light Technique with his left hand while swinging an iron fist for a set of Buton Elbow Strikes with the right.

Xue Dili didn't waste words and immediately moved on with the planning between the two, which had been decided before the crossing.

"It's now 2027; more than a year has passed since your death. Quickly connect with your former fellow mystics, gather intelligence and information from this period, and share it with me within my Consciousness Space," Xue Dili instructed directly.

With a fully manifested Fantasy Materialization entity, the old mystic scholar can act independently of Xue Dili, and Xue Dili had no worries about him encountering problems. Even if he faced death, it would merely result in the disappearance of the Fantasy Materialized body, with his spirit body still appearing in the Consciousness Space.

After conducting simple experiments, in this aspect, Xue Dili would not be deceived.

"No problem, sir. Where will you be investigating?" He casually asked, as the two of them planned to deploy, searching for clues separately.

"The FBI, CIA, and the Special Service Bureau," Xue Dili made no secret of his goals, looking toward Boston in the distance, stating, "These are the places to quickly acquire intelligence. Naturally, information regarding the internal mystic scholars would be entrusted to you."

"Understood, mission guaranteed!" The old mystic scholar smiled, returning to the familiar world and Salem Town, which had turned into a complete ruin, with deathly silence on the streets, and no sight of any ultra-ancient plant Qijela.

But that's not an issue, as through mystical methods, he could quickly contact his old friends.

Upon finding his article flagged by the FBI, Xue Dili immediately pinpointed the source for intelligence. For him, sneaking a peek at those intelligence agencies' information was as easy as strolling in his own backyard, and due to Austin's operations, he had an even simpler method.

"Hypnosis," although the name might not sound formal, the technique is entirely effective in putting ordinary people to sleep.

If a Japanese high school student obtained this technique, the application imagined would be nothing more than using Hypnosis to commence some 18+ scenarios.

And just like when Time Stop is held by some folks, it only results in engaging in certain shady deeds, whereas when a certain vampire uses Time Stop for five seconds, he's already thinking of world domination.

The Hypnosis in Xue Dili's hands, and he chose...

"Sleep!" In the next instant, the entire hidden Special Service Bureau division fell into a slumber like infants, as if time had stopped.

Meanwhile, Xue Dili walked boldly into the Special Service Bureau. Suddenly, the intelligent AI seemed to detect his unknown presence and issued an alarm.

"Sleep!" The intelligent AI was stunned for a moment, then fell into a halt.

The Hypnosis of the Fairy Tale World, even artificial unintelligence and electronic devices can be hypnotized! Just like in the Fairy Tale World, even the Smurfs can fall into a deep sleep. This is why Xue Dili wanted to get some Magic from Old Watson; they could always come up with something new for him.

...

On the other side, the old Mystic Scholar immediately contacted a former friend through their internal communication methods.

That was a special ceremony among Mystic Scholars. As long as he altered one of the nodes, he could naturally identify those old friends he had contacted before.

Now, he even felt a sense of returning home in glory. After all, he was completely different from those old friends who played tricks. He had learned the Holy Light Technique and had further application of the Holy Light Technique in the hands of "that lord."

Holy Light Cutting and Spacium Beam derivations.

Now he was confident enough to call himself a "Mage," instead of the Mystic Scholar he used to be.

But he would not forget the knowledge and ceremonies of Mysticism; before becoming a Mage, he thought that if he learned Magic, even a dog wouldn't learn Mysticism.

But after truly becoming a Mage, he instead generously opened his mind, believing that as long as he could achieve his goals, what difference did it make whether it was through Mysticism or Magic? That lord's magical attainments had already reached the level of creation ex nihilo, yet he still wouldn't disdain the power of Mysticism.

Soon, a Mystic Scholar arrived at the location of his signal transmission.

Isaac Hornheim, even among families of Mystic Scholars, he was one of the most renowned. His family enjoyed two universal Mystical Ceremonies: "Sacrifice" and "Walking Corpse." Truly a prestigious family.

In short, for someone like him, participating in the Salem ceremonies of these wild Mystic Scholars was already giving them utmost respect. For him, as long as he restored the Divine Era, he could immediately complete rebirth and breakthrough like the Mages of the Divine Era.

Unlike Austin himself, whose mystical ceremonies mostly required precise timing for temporary setup, and the independent ceremonies also required extremely harsh conditions.

But it didn't matter; now he was a Mage.

"Austin, you didn't die in that Salem Town incident?" This bigwig Hornheim, carrying a large package, seemed to speak in a sinister tone.

"I'm really sorry about that, Lord Hornheim. I was saved by 'that lord' and even received a new life. Now I want to know what happened in the Mysticism circle after the Salem incident. Do you have any information to share? I'll offer you irresistible techniques as compensation." Austin still spoke gentlemanly to this former bigwig.

"Oh, 'that lord'? Little Austin, perhaps you are a frog in the well, not knowing how big the world is. Now, the era of Mysticism is already over." Hornheim laughed eerily, making Austin very uncomfortable.

"The era of Mysticism is over?" Austin chewed on these words repeatedly, his brow furrowed. He immediately thought of a possibility, cold sweat dripping down his forehead, and asked, "What is your relationship with Blington?"

Blington, precisely the mastermind behind the Salem event, eventually rejuvenated and killed his own plotter. He never forgot this person.

"Ha, how dare you call the lord by name..." Hornheim laughed sinisterly, and the next moment, countless twisted branches appeared on his body. His stance was upright and elegant, even if his body was wrapped in mutated plants, he still exuded a calm and unperturbed demeanor. But that mycelium twisting into branches from his pupils seemed to trigger an uncanny valley effect, causing Austin to immediately step back.

"You..." Austin could hardly believe the scene before him. This old mentor had actually transplanted Qijela onto himself.

"So, you know nothing at all, Mysticism? What rubbish!" Hornheim, in the next moment, opened his large package, revealing two sleeping infants inside, "Let me show you the 'Magic' of the new era, traitor of the lord."

"Evil Spirit Rebirth: Wendigo!"

The infants were twisted, gradually wrapped by Qijela's branches, then transformed into a twisted American monster.

Such a shocking scene unfolded before Austin. He couldn't believe how an old Mystic Scholar like him could do something so cruel.

"What exactly happened to you all? And what on earth do you consider life to be!" Austin roared.

And has your entire Mysticism circle allied with Blington? For the sake of power, have you made yourselves into ghosts neither human nor non-human?

The Holy Light in his hand seemed to be roaring. He felt the evil opposite him was worthy of a fight.

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