Chapter 843 The witch is sneaking around in the attic at night!

Padraic Farm.

Theresa looked at the gun in her hand in surprise.

The design of the gun combines Gothic style with a mechanical feel. The surface is carved with intricate runes or patterns, and the muzzle is decorated with roses, thorns and other elements. It looks even cooler than the explosive "bang bang gun".

I don’t know if I can ask Brother Wuming to help me design it.

What she didn't know was that Bayonetta's gun was made by Rodin, a weapons merchant from Hell, and was designed specifically for hunting angels. Runes that restrain angels were engraved on the gun body, echoing her identity as a "witch".

Such enchanted firearms cannot be made casually.

Although she was reluctant to let it go, Theresa checked the time after playing with it for a while.

It was already late at night. If my dad found out that I was not sleeping but hiding here playing with my gun, he would definitely be unhappy.

Going to the bed, she secretly stuffed the two pistols under the bed.

"That way we won't be discovered."

After hiding the pistol, Theresa sat down on the bed, hugged the little Shiba Inu and said to her, "What do you think, little Shiba Inu, will I become a powerful witch like Mommy in the future?"

Bayonetta, who used a samurai sword and a hell saw to split the angel, left a deep impression on Theresa.

"I also want to be a witch like Mommy, but unfortunately I can't go hunting those angels because I have to stay on the farm."

Sighing towards the little Shiba Inu, Theresa lay on the bed and looked at the ceiling.

It was a bright moonlit night outside, and Theresa wanted to sleep, but she didn't feel sleepy at all.

She felt warm all over, as if she was filled with strength.

"This should be the Witch Night that Gloria mentioned. The night of the full moon is when the witch's power is at its peak."

After speaking to the little Shiba Inu, Theresa stood up and looked at the silver-plate-like moon outside.

During the day, Gloria had taught herself how to use her physical talents to condense the magic power within her body.

"Maybe I can try the method Gloria taught me. After all, I want to become a witch who surpasses Mommy!"

Having just witnessed Bayonetta's battle, the excited Theresa decided to try out her magical talent on the full moon night.

Taking the chalk from the drawer, Theresa tiptoed out.

Coming to the farm attic, Theresa drew a five-pointed star on the ground with chalk.

She remembered that the magic book she had secretly read introduced the magic of summoning hell creatures.

Taking a deep breath, she glanced toward the attic skylight.

The moonlight happened to fall on her homemade "magic circle" - a crooked five-pointed star drawn with chalk on an old carpet.

"In the name of the moon!"

Theresa closed her eyes and silently chanted a spell. The fur on the tip of her nightcap swayed wildly with the movement. "I command the servants of Hell to appear!"

After a few seconds.

In silence, Theresa opened her eyes.

The only sound she got in response was the squeaking of the rats in the attic.

Theresa angrily took a bite of the lollipop hidden in her pajama pocket.

She suddenly remembered that the book she had read mentioned that summoning hell creatures as servants required "sacrifice".

Thinking of this, she immediately came down from the attic and tiptoed into the kitchen and living room.

Five minutes later, the ultimate temptation was placed in the center of the magic circle: Peter's treasured raspberry jam, three glass marbles, and Raven's favorite apple pie brought from the living room.

"Abracadabra!"

Theresa spun in a circle, muttering a spell, while stabbing her finger at the jam jar.

This is a spellcasting gesture she created herself. "A giant lizard from hell! A fire-breathing dragon with wings! Or... or a bat that turns into candy!"

She had just finished chanting the spell when the carpet suddenly twitched and wrapped around her ankles.

"what!"

Theresa screamed and fell into the center of the pentagram, with jam all over her bunny pajamas.

Purple smoke gushed out of the hole in the center of the pentagram and condensed into a... uh, pink ball of flesh wearing a party hat?"Pfft!"

The ball of flesh made a fart-like sound and bounced onto the tip of Theresa's nose.

The "Hell's Goon" she summoned had no eyes, but two rows of white milk teeth were revealed in its cracked mouth.

"Uh"

Looking at the hell creatures she summoned, Theresa was stunned.

She thought she had summoned a powerful monster that could help her fight like her mommy, so how could it be such a small strange creature in front of her?"Can you breathe fire?"

The little witch poked the ball of meat with a branch.

The other person burped and spat out half a scone.

"That will make you invisible?"

Theresa lifted her nightcap to cover it.

The meatball began to absorb the cotton fibers, and the hat instantly turned into a fishing net.

"Then at least it can fly!?"

She grabbed the ball of meat, hesitated, and tried to throw it out of the window.

With a "bang", a dull sound rang out in the attic room.

The pink jelly-like creature stuck to the glass and slid down slowly, leaving a trail of shiny mucus on the window frame, like an oversized slug.

"Da da da!"

Just as Theresa was wondering what abilities the hell creature she summoned had, she suddenly heard footsteps coming from outside.

It seems someone is approaching here!Theresa immediately held her breath nervously and pinched the mouth of the creature she summoned with her hand to prevent it from making any sound.

"Shh! Quiet, someone is coming!"

"Button! Button! Button!"

There was a sudden knock on the attic door.

"Is there anyone inside?" Mark's voice sounded outside.

"No one! Please go back."

Theresa replied quietly to the outside.

mark:"."

Mark coughed, feeling a little amused, and whispered to his sister inside: "It's very late, Theresa, go back to bed quickly."

Mark got up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom and heard a noise coming from the attic, so he came to check what was going on. Unexpectedly, Theresa was inside.

And he even confessed it himself.

After saying a few words to Theresa inside, Mark turned and left, walking towards his room.

When there was no sound outside, Theresa breathed a sigh of relief.

Taking a deep breath, she stuffed her balls into her pajamas, the cool touch giving her goose bumps.

On the way back to the bedroom, Meatball half-peeked out from her collar and nibbled on her pigtails curiously.

"Bad dog!"

Theresa pinched the meatball's mouth, but her hands were licked with saliva instead - this guy had secretly eaten the jam at some point, and her hands were covered with jam.

After returning to the room, Theresa lay on the bed and threw the meatball into the cardboard box.

She thought she had summoned a low-level creature from hell, one that had no intelligence and was useless in a fight.

The next day, early in the morning.

Theresa slid into the restaurant with dark circles under her eyes.

The breast was hidden in her skirt and swayed as she walked.

There was a nice aroma coming from the kitchen, where Persephone was making breakfast.

On the dining table in the living room was the food that Persephone had prepared.

"Puff!"

The meatball was tempted by the aroma of bacon, and it catapulted to the center of the table and swallowed the entire fried egg in one gulp.

In the living room, besides Theresa, Wei was also sitting aside reading a book.

When she heard the voice, she looked up and saw a shocking scene.

"This is. What is this?"

Looking at the pink meatballs on the table, Wei asked her in disbelief, "Did you do this, Bayonetta?"

"No, of course not, Violet, this is a food preservation magic that I developed!"

Theresa grabbed the ball of meat and stuffed it into her pocket, "Well, now there's nothing left."

Wei watched Theresa's actions and fell silent.

Are you deceiving yourself?

Wei has become interested in the ball of flesh in Theresa's pocket, so she will naturally not give up just like that.

Wei, eyes full of curiosity, walked up to Theresa and reached out to grab her pocket.

"Let me see what you have in your pocket?"

"No!"

Theresa quickly stepped back.

But her small body was quickly caught by Wei.

"I am the Boxing Champion of Zaun, you can't escape from me!"

Vi grabbed Theresa, her hand fleeing to her pocket.

At the critical moment, the meatball suddenly made a loud purring sound, rolled out of Theresa's pocket, jumped into the cereal bowl on the table and took a milk bath.

Then, under Wei's stunned gaze, Meatball dived into the black coffee like a diving champion.

It swelled to the size of a pudding, floating comfortably on the rim of the cup, and spit out a bubble at the stunned Wei.

“This is Daddy’s coffee!”

Wei looked at this guy and realized that he dared to challenge her, the Zaun boxing champion, so she rolled up her sleeves and planned to teach this "slime"-like guy a lesson.

Then Wei stepped on the chair and rushed to the center of the dining table, but slipped the next second.

The moment her slippers slipped violently on the tablecloth, she watched the ball of meat bounce onto other food on the table.

The sound of "ding-ding-ding-ding" sounded.

The food on the fast food restaurant was messed up by this "slime".

Seeing that the "monster" she summoned had ruined breakfast right from the start, Theresa's face immediately turned bitter.

I messed up breakfast, and my dad will definitely scold me.

A few minutes later, Peter heard the sound and went downstairs. He saw Theresa with a depressed look on her face and the ball of flesh in her arms.

"What is this? Theresa."

Peter asked her confusedly.

"Uh sorry, Dad."

Theresa apologized to Peter with some discomfort, "I wanted to try to summon the monster last night under the full moon, but... I summoned it, and I even used your raspberry jam and Raven's apple pie as sacrifices."

At this time, Riven also discovered that the apple pie she had just bought was missing.

Looking at the ball of flesh sleeping soundly in Theresa's arms, Raven asked her in shock: "Did you touch my apple pie?"

"I'm sorry, sister."

Theresa apologized obediently, with an expression that said, "I know I was wrong."

Peter took the "Slime" from Theresa's arms.

The soft ball of flesh is indeed fun to play with, but it doesn't seem to have any special abilities.

"Theresa, what are its abilities?"

(End of this chapter)