Chapter 379: Are You Using This to Test the Cadres?

As the saying goes, a person's voice is like his character. Although this statement is a bit biased and absolute, a person's voice can indeed tell a lot of information.

For example, the most basic... age.

So, facing that old voice, the image that emerged in Rove's mind was an octogenarian woman who was much older than Professor McGonagall.

But when the black fog dissipated, what appeared in front of him was a... young witch.

She was red from head to toe: she was wearing a beautiful crimson silk long dress, with a cut on the top, revealing the color inside, which was a darker red brocade.

The witch's hair was also red, but not wine red or strawberry color, but a deeper bright red... like blood.

The witch's neck, ankles and wrists were also covered with red crystal collars, anklets and bracelets, which were engraved with ancient magic runes.

But at first glance, it didn't look like a decoration, but more like a... lock without a chain.

Seeing that Rolf was staring at her without saying anything, the witch gently stroked her cheek and asked in an old and hoarse voice:

"Am I ugly?"

"Ugly?" Rolf laughed when he heard it. "If you are still ugly, then few people are beautiful."

The witch was not only not ugly, but also stunningly beautiful. Her pair of peach blossom eyes were full of spring, and once people's eyes stopped on them, it was difficult to move away.

Of course, the most outstanding thing was her enchanting figure:

The bulging chest and the amazingly curved hips, even wearing a wide robe, could not cover the slightly exaggerated exquisite curves.

It can be imagined that she was just standing there, without any bending posture, and she was so tall that she could hold up a pack of soda!

"However, your voice and age don't seem to match." Rolf was a little confused.

He couldn't tell the witch's age at all. It felt that she could be 25 years old, a young mature woman, 35 years old, and 30 years old, just right.

But the only thing that can't be is... an old woman.

The witch stroked her hair and smiled, "My voice doesn't match my appearance, but it actually matches my age.

However, if you don't like it, Your Majesty... I can change my voice."

As she spoke, her voice suddenly stopped being old, and became delicate, like a seventeen-year-old girl.

Tianshan Tonglao, right?

Luo Fu was slightly dissatisfied in his heart, and continued to ask: "So, how old are you?"

The witch really held her chin and pondered, but finally shook her head and said in a voice full of vicissitudes:

"I can't remember my real age, but didn't Levias tell you? When he came to this island, I was already here."

Luo Fu was stunned.

Levias did say such a thing, but the person he was talking about at the time was... the queen.

The witch seemed to know what Rove was thinking at the moment. She smiled coquettishly with her hands covering her mouth, and said with charming eyes:

"Yes, Your Majesty, I am the queen, that is, your wife. You can just call me Gross."

Rove leaned back slightly and stared at Gross with a scrutinizing look. If she was not lying, then she must be at least 170 years old.

But she was so young.

If she had not used the polyjuice potion or the human body transformation technique, there would be only one possibility.

"Have you taken... the elixir of youth?" Rove asked.

The elixir of youth, as the name suggests: youth and immortality.

After taking it, the body will not age with the passage of time.

Rove once drank the elixir of youth and relied on it to maintain the age of fourteen, and then used the time converter to return to the present from a thousand years ago.

Of course, the elixir of youth, like the elixir of immortality, has its efficacy restrictions.

The elixir of youth that Hufflepuff had given Rolf was enough to keep his appearance for a thousand years, but at this moment, the effect of the elixir on him had disappeared and his body could continue to grow.

"To make the elixir of youth, you need the Stone of Destiny, but I don't have that thing." Gross denied.

Rolf was a little confused: "Is there no method to make the Stone of Destiny in this Tower of Babel?"

"Of course there is." Gross raised her arm, and another book flew over from the bookshelf and landed in front of Rolf. She said softly:

"This book records the method to make the Stone of Destiny, but unfortunately..."

The witch blinked her eyes and said with regret in her tone:

"Most of the magic materials needed to make the Stone of Destiny were destroyed in the Doomsday catastrophe. Even if there is a small part left in the world, it has been exhausted in the past ten thousand years."

"So... even if there is a way to make it now, the Stone of Destiny cannot be made."

Rolf was disappointed when he heard this.

He was looking for the Stone of Destiny to help Nicolas Flamel and his wife.

Although they took the elixir brewed by the magic stone to greatly extend their lifespan, their bodies were still aging and decaying irreversibly.

Therefore, they needed to find the stone of destiny and brew the elixir of youth to restore their bodies to youth.

Now, Rove finally found a way to make it, but he lacked magic materials, which was too regrettable!

The young man was silent for a moment, and suddenly remembered something. He looked up at Gross and asked:

"How do you maintain your appearance?"

"There is a spring in the northwest corner of this island. After drinking it, you can stay young forever." Gross smiled charmingly and said:

"I drank that spring water."

Luofu's eyes showed excitement that could not be concealed, and he asked:

"The dead King Kurga also drank from that spring water, right? I found his body, which still maintained the appearance of his youth."

"Yes, Kurga came to this island more than half a century ago." Gross nodded and said:

"After he became king, I guided him to the Fountain of Youth."

"I can also guide you there and live forever... Your Majesty," Gros said.

"Are there any conditions?" Luofu asked.

"Of course, but those conditions are easy for you to achieve." Gross twisted his slim waist, with a charming look on his face, and said softly:

"I need you... to be my husband, to be the King of Avalon."

The queen raised her hand, paused for a moment, then smoothed her hair on her temples, her eyes moved, and she said in a delicate voice:

"As long as you agree to my terms, you will not only get me, this country, countless golds, and the treasures left by the ancient wizards...

I can also guide you to find the Fountain of Youth, the Fountain of Immortality, the Fountain of All Diseases, the Fountain of Magical Growth, and...the Fountain of Good Luck..."

Gross's eyes were watery, exuding a somewhat seductive charm. She licked her lips and said:

"My conditions are not too harsh, right?"

Rolf took a step back, looked at Queen Gros, whose beauty was almost as beautiful as Helena, and thought:

If you use these to test cadres, it is indeed... very tempting.

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