They all call me an Outer God.

Chapter 257 Don’t You Recognize Me?
The witches' experimental environment must be sterile. If even the slightest impurity gets into the potion-making process, it will cause great chaos. Unless the potion is intended to kill someone, they will never allow microorganisms to come near their experimental table, which is more important than their own lives.

The witches of hundreds of years ago were from hundreds of years ago, and the conditions back then were completely different from those of today. In fact, even witches back then would regularly use the smoke from burning certain hay to disinfect and deodorize their houses.

"Watch out... Prare, we're about to witness a miracle."

Leilana stared wide-eyed at the pure white rose in front of her, hoping it could transform into the shape she liked.

"Pfft!!!"

In her hopeful gaze, the flower was suddenly splashed with a layer of scarlet.

"..."

Leilana stared in disbelief at the blade protruding from her chest, then looked back at her expressionless lab assistant.

“Prare, you—”

"How could you do this? I was so close to seeing it... Couldn't you have waited a few seconds before stabbing me?"

The girl clutched her chest in pain, reaching out to touch the blade. Then, the once-solid metal melted into a pool of molten iron.

The plants around her instantly stretched out their branches and thorns, completely imprisoning the area into a cage filled with poisonous gas that would explode upon contact with an open flame.

"If you weren't causing trouble, I could pretend I didn't see it. Possessing my assistant would be fine, but why did you have to choose this time to sabotage my experiment?"

As she spoke, Leilana lifted her foot and drew an arc on the ground. Instantly, flames rose from that arc, and a huge roar came from the cage made of plants. The scorching air swept up dust and engulfed everything.

A moment later, Leilana appeared in an area far from the center of the explosion. Her work clothes were still spotless. Opposite her, Prare, who had lost his facial features, was standing there, tilting his head at a ninety-degree angle to greet her. His body was covered with burn marks.

"As expected of the initiator of the tea party, Lady White Rose Witch, I should have known that you were not so easy to kill, and your strength is not as harmless as your appearance."

Leilana didn't speak. She had already recognized what was parasitic on Prari. When this thing appeared, running away was useless. The best way was to kill it without leaving any room for maneuver.

Even if it kills her assistant—she has a potion that can be used to resurrect, so it doesn't matter if her assistant dies.

Leilana was ruthless when she got to work.

She burst into flames, suddenly using her werewolf powers to transform into a fiery lion, its jaws agape as it lunged at its enemy. Meanwhile, Prare suddenly regained her facial features: "Miss, don't you recognize me?"

“I know you. Your name is Prare Hephisgtu now… Anyone who gets involved with Hephisgtu will never escape him and will die!”

The Lion of Fire pounced on Prari, tearing off half of her body in one bite. Then, the flames instantly transformed into sharp ice shards, riddling the assistant's body with holes.

After doing all this, Leilana returned to her original form, quickly leaping to the side to dodge the scalpel that attacked from behind. Countless thorns sprouted from the ground and pierced the body of the person who threw the blade.

It was a person who looked like a beggar, and she also had no facial features. At this moment, this person was wailing: "Why did the witches invite all the witches to the tea party, but not me? I will curse you, you will be pricked by a spindle on the day of the tea party!"

"I also curse your curse to fail—what kind of nonsense curse is that!"

Leilana killed the beggar completely with thorns, but then felt that wasn't thorough enough, so she decided to blow up her own house, including herself.

The moment this thought crossed her mind, the girl immediately filled the entire courtyard with poison gas. Enveloped in a deep purple mist, she witnessed firsthand the collision of the mist and the open flames, followed by a deafening explosion and then silence—utter silence. The once vibrant garden courtyard had been reduced to ashes, and on these ruins, several charred corpses lay unrecognizable as human.

Only one white figure slowly stood up, casually patting the dust off his body.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

"Thank goodness, we almost failed, but we succeeded."

Leilana clapped her hands, and her home, which had been completely destroyed, miraculously returned to its former state as if time had reversed. Colorful roses bloomed among the lush green vines, and her assistant and the beggar also regained their vitality.

"To deal with that thing, we need to be even more ruthless than it. Ah... I wonder where my lovely friends are. I miss them so much."

The girl rubbed her ears, stood in front of the flower bushes again, and gently stroked a colorful flower.

Prare has returned to normal, and the beggar has been driven out of the courtyard.

A little later, the girl sat on a chair under a parasol and laid a clean sheet of paper on the table. On one side of the paper were ink, a quill pen, and some tempting-looking desserts and cakes.

"I should write a letter... Let me think, who should I write to?"

"What name should I sign this time? What's my name again?"

"Got it, let's sign it—"

……

"The person who initiated this invitation: the initiator of the tea party, the Scarlet Fanatic, the leader of the witches, the goat, a specially appointed teacher of the various academies of Endlers, the wise woman, the White Rose Witch, Leilana Phili."

"Dear Professor Ria Kercha, it is an honor for me to write this letter of invitation for you. You may not know that your papers have caused a great sensation in the academic world."

After checking the references in your paper, we found that they were all exceptionally good and completely identical, which could not possibly have been written by a student.

Our investigation revealed that you were writing these papers for these children. According to the law, we should report this to the court, but we appreciate talent and cannot bear to let it go to waste.

Therefore, we hope that you and some of the learned individuals we have selected can serve as special guest speakers for this tea party, to discuss and resolve academic challenges for us.

From an academic perspective, we look forward to collaborating with you. From the perspective of fellow sufferers of pollution, we should unite to jointly resist future natural disasters.

The prophet foretold that the key to the natural disaster lies with you, and I believe your arrival will bring an even more wonderful experience to the tea party.

We've heard you're also selling bone powder from extraordinary creatures as beauty products. The witches are very interested in these and hope you won't be stingy and can strike a new deal with us.

“No normal man would refuse a witch’s invitation, right, right? —”

If you are interested, please arrive in North Adeline within one week…

Upon seeing this, Ria frowned, while James was practically bursting with laughter.

(End of this chapter)