Although the word "youth" did not generally point to a specific gender, the "youth" Angel had in mind at that moment referred to a male.
The person before him had smooth white hair draped over his shoulders, gentle features, and even a petite build. No matter how one looked at him, he resembled a young girl.
Yet a wizard's innate perception made it easy to tell that this was merely a youth who looked like a girl on the outside.
Angel silently watched the youth. After several seconds, he coughed twice. "It seems I shouldn't have come to see you at this time?"
The youth casually picked up the mithril air-pressure gun beside him and pressed it a few times toward the boiler. Only after more iridescent mist emerged did he reply, "No, this is exactly the right time."
The youth's voice was very clear, but anyone who was not deaf could tell that it was unmistakably male.
Angel stroked his chin and asked somewhat hesitantly, "You're brewing Witch's Soup right now, aren't you?"
The youth lifted his head, looking rather proud. "That's right. Genuine Lucia Witch's Soup."
Angel looked at the youth with a meaningful gaze. "If I remember correctly, Witch's Soup can only be brewed by witches..."
From the name alone, one could tell that Witch's Soup was a medicinal broth brewed by witches.
Tracing its origins, Witch's Soup was actually a branch of potion-making under alchemy. More precisely, it was the Witch's Soup branch of the Gypsy School.
The Gypsy School possessed not only Witch's Soup. Fragrances, liquid remedies, and more were all representative of this school.
Since ancient times, Witch's Soup had been governed by a rule: only witches could brew it. It was not that men were incapable of making it, but rather an unwritten