The father of Circy's new body was a knight named Lucas.

He was the highest-ranking person in the village, but he was not very rich.

When he was younger, he had met the King and exchanged his wealth for a title.

He was very proud of it, but he never mentioned how he got the title, only his own identity.

At the same time, he had high standards for the children in his family. He gritted his teeth and hired a tutor, so that the children would look like upper-class people.

Circy also had an older sister, but her color was not outstanding, or it would be more appropriate to say that she was plain.

Circy was relatively better. She could get a delicate name, but that was the end of it.

The appearance of the two sisters was far from that of the Bennett sisters in the village, any one of them would be a lovely person.

But Circy had never been very good about her appearance. If she wanted to be beautiful, wouldn't it be easy?

A dose of beauty magic potion would solve everything.

But it was too boring. If she had the time, she might as well make more magic potions.

The medical standards of this era were really too backward. She was always worried that a small cold would kill her new family.

She took the basement of the house as her temporary laboratory.

This era was not very friendly to witches. They were often burned to death.

How could real witches be burned to death by such ordinary flames? Those who were burned to death were all innocent and pitiful girls.

But she still had to be careful.

Circy thought.

She put another layer of camouflage on the basement.

In addition to the older sister, a few years after Circy was born, her mother gave birth to a younger brother.

This made Sir Lucas very happy. A boy!

With him inheriting his property, he did not have to worry too much about the future of his daughters.

At least he did not have to worry about being driven out.

Thinking about the Bennett family next door, this was already the fifth daughter. Mrs. Bennett was getting old, and it would be difficult for her to have another child.

The family's property would have to be handed over to someone else.

For Circy, it made no difference whether there was a boy in the family or not.

In this era, inheritance was as messy as a ball of twine. She couldn't figure it out and was too lazy to figure it out. She just needed to tell her the final result.

It turned out that Circy had the foresight to prepare some potions.

When her younger brother was five years old, he caught a severe cold. It was so severe that it was almost certain that the child would not live for long.

Circy's potion had saved his life.

Although the lush green color made people think of bubbling swamps uncontrollably.

Of course, the taste was nothing to be proud of. In the end, she had to force it down his throat.

In less than two days after that, it was visible to the naked eye that everyone was spirited.

Circy had purposely restrained the effects of the drug, for fear that she would be taken away as a witch if she were to take a dose of the drug.

To the outside world, she only told them that she had boiled the herbs and followed a recipe she had read in a book.

Since then, Circy's reputation had spread throughout the village.

Sir Lucas's youngest daughter. Although her cooking skills were not good and it was hard to swallow, just the stimulating taste alone was enough to pull people back from the jaws of death!

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The elder sister, Charlotte, and the second daughter of the Bennett family, Elizabeth, had a very good relationship. Circy was also brought by her sister to visit the Bennett family. Gradually, they became familiar with each other.

The eldest daughter, Jane, was the most beautiful girl in Longborn. Although the second daughter, Elizabeth, was not as beautiful as her sister, she was also a beauty, especially a smart one.

Bennett had five sisters. Circy admired Elizabeth the most. She had always liked smart people.

The third sister, Mary, was a bookworm. She was rigid and a little dogmatic.

The fourth sister, Catherine, often ran around with the youngest, Lydia. The two of them were the most playful.

Until Circy was fifteen years old, she did not find a cat in the neighborhood.

On the contrary, Cassandra had adapted to the body of a golden retriever. She looked more lively and stuck to her all day long.

As a golden retriever, it was naturally impossible for her to maintain a petite body. Fortunately, after being sad for a while, Cassandra put all her love for beauty into fur.

At least, she wanted to be the one with the brightest and smoothest fur!

If one had to say what was the most beautiful thing in this era, it would probably be the inexhaustible supply of potion materials.

God knows that in modern times, Circy would break her legs for some common materials in ancient books. She would not dare to order a lot of frogs and lizards online.

Especially the bones of the dead.

In modern times, she had never been able to get her hands on them. The graveyards were too guarded, and even if she did secretly dig them out, they were just new bones that were not very old. They were useless at all.

Now, she could finally experience the thrill of having materials all over the place.

For this reason, Circy often went out, carrying a small basket she made herself and taking Cassandra with her, every few days.

When she came back, she would see that the basket was full of all kinds of "weeds". No one knew how many good materials Circy had used as a smokescreen.

Her family members only thought that she was researching those strange prescriptions. Since it was something that could save lives, they didn't care about her little hobby.

At first, only the family members in the village were seriously ill. There was no way around it. They were basically sentenced. Only then did they think of Circy's soup to save her brother. They hesitated and asked for help.

Circe was so happy that people called her potions herbal decoctions. Basically, she did not reject any of them. After taking the potions that suppressed the effects of the potions for a week to half a month, she would be completely healed.

Later, the villagers would come to her when they had a big or small illness. They would not come empty-handed. They had to bring something as a token of appreciation.

Slowly, slowly, this became a habit.

Except for the taste of Circy's magic medicine, which was criticized as always, it was just that.

In fact, Sir Lucas could be said to be happy about this.

He had the title of a knight, and his daughter also had a resounding title, which made him feel quite proud.

Moreover, this would allow him to hold his head high among his talkative friends.