After the incident, the lord was no longer in the mood for dinner. He casually dismissed the officials and left the dining hall, heading towards a certain door on the second floor.
None of the rooms surrounding this one were occupied, and the servants never approached the area. The only source of light in the corridor was the flickering candle flames that illuminated the ancient stone walls, creating an eerie and mysterious atmosphere.
The door did not immediately respond to his presence. After a moment, it creaked open with a “squeak,” and a dry, hoarse voice from inside the room said, “It’s the lord, please come in.”
Hearing this voice, Viscount Conner couldn’t help but shudder. After composing himself, he pushed the door open and entered the room.
The room was draped in thick curtains, with no light coming in from outside except for a magic patterned lamp hanging on the wall, which only illuminated a small area next to the wall.
There was a long, narrow stone table in the room, on which many translucent glass vessels and a crucible were placed. The crucible was bubbling on top of an alcohol lamp, emitting a strong and peculiar smell into the air.
A woman wearing a dark purple hooded robe stood with her back to Viscount Conner, busy weighing something on a delicate balance scale. Even when he walked in, she didn’t stop what she was doing, appearing completely absorbed in her work.
The woman was tall, but extremely thin, with almost her entire body wrapped in the hooded robe. The only exposed part of her body was her thin and pale arm. Her entire presence exuded a sense of gloominess.
“Miss Judy.”
Viscount Conner took two steps forward and then stopped. He didn’t attempt to approach the woman, but his expression and tone were quite polite. If you looked closely, you could see a hint of caution mixed into his gaze as if he was wary of something.
At this moment, the woman called “Miss Judy” had finished her work and turned around slowly, her dark purple hood covering most of her face, revealing only a small section of her dry and rough dark red hair and her pale and bony lower face. On her profile and neck was a complex black pattern, one end disappearing into her collar and the other vanishing into her hood, moving slightly like a living creature, looking eerie and sinister.
These black patterns marked her identity – she was a witch, and not just any witch, but the most mysterious and evil of them all, the Dark Witch.
“Lord Connor rarely comes to see me. Is there something you need?”
She flicked a few sparks with her hand, lighting the white candle on the iron candlestick inserted in the wall. She then motioned for Lord Connor to sit by the fireplace.
With the flickering candlelight, the room instantly brightened up and no longer looked as gloomy as before.
Lord Connor sat on the wicker chair and recounted the news he had just received. He then explained his intention: “I suspect that among those remnants of the Light, there may be a Level 4 powerhouse or someone who has acquired a terrifying weapon. I would like to ask Miss Judy to help me get rid of those remnants of the Light.”
The witch Judy nodded slightly, her voice dry and hoarse: “The Lord of the City helped me find the ‘Departing Crimson Flower’ magic potion, so I owe you a favor. Let this be the moment I repay that favor?”
Lord Connor nodded, “Of course.”
“Well then, I’ll take care of those remnants of the Light,” said the witch Judy with a sinister smile, “Lord of the City can rest assured that unless those people have professionals with a Level 5 or above, they won’t be able to escape from my grasp.”
“Miss Judy…”
“I need some time to prepare. I have to mix a dose of potion,” said Miss Judy, pulling out a piece of parchment from her sleeve and handing it to Lord Connor. “This is a list. Please help me gather all the ingredients on it. In less than twenty days, those remnants of the Light will be gone.”
As she spoke, she stood up from the wicker chair and walked back to the stone table in the corner of the wall, busying herself.
As she stood up, a wisp of black mist flew out from her sleeve and wrapped around the candlestick on the wall. In an instant, the white candle on the wall went out silently, and the room fell back into darkness.
Lord Connor understood that this was a sign to leave. He put away the parchment and stood up from the wicker chair. “In that case, I won’t disturb you with your potion-making. Goodbye.”
With that, he turned around and left the room.
The door closed behind him with a “click,” just as it had when he had arrived, isolating the two worlds inside and outside.
However, at this moment, Lord Connor’s anxiety and unease had disappeared without a trace, feeling incredibly relieved and at peace.
This “Miss Judy” was a level 4 dark witch.
Dark witches themselves are already mysterious and powerful, not to mention a level 4 dark witch. Their terrifying abilities far exceed the imagination of ordinary people.
With her help, those revived remnants of light would surely be destroyed.
It’s just a pity that the favor he had finally gained was used up like this. Lord Connor felt heartbroken.
What Lord Connor did not know was that while he had not yet begun to take action, Wu Hui on the other side was actively preparing for battle and even had his sights set on Lord Connor’s vassal, Baron Gruberg.
Of course, it was fortunate that Lord Connor was unaware of this, otherwise even if he wasn’t driven insane with anger, he would probably not be able to stand here feeling so self-satisfied and at ease.
…
Meanwhile, at the Saint Lu’an Monastery, the sun was setting.
Catherine had been busy all day in the monastery, preaching the teachings of the faith to the new believers, and using divine healing techniques to cure the chronic illnesses of these common believers, demonstrating the power and benevolence of the Lord. Although her physique as a level 3 nun was much stronger than that of an ordinary person, she still felt deeply tired.
However, all her efforts were worthwhile.
After a day’s work, several waves of shepherds had changed their attitudes from hesitation and uncertainty to awe and admiration. Although they did not immediately express their desire to follow the Lord, they were very close to doing so.
She believed that soon these people would become staunch followers of the Lord.
After finally sending off the last group of believers who came to worship the statue of the god of light, Katherine quickly ate something in the last bit of sunset before preparing to rest.
However, before resting, she had to pray to her Lord.
“Oh, Lord of Light, your faithful follower Catherine, today…”
Catherine, wearing a pure white nun’s habit, knelt before the sacred and solemn statue of the God of Light, clasping her hands and bowing her head devoutly to report the efforts and gains made by everyone in the monastery to spread their faith to the God of Light.
This was a rule set by Wu Hui for her, in order to facilitate his understanding of the situation in the mortal world.
After finishing her prayer, Catherine prepared to rest as usual, but suddenly, a magnificent and majestic voice sounded in her mind.
“Catherine.”
Catherine’s body shook, and she widened her blue eyes with great joy: “My Lord!”
She had never expected such routine prayer reporting to receive a response, and for a moment, she was overjoyed and completely lost the seriousness and dignity she had in front of outsiders.
However, she was a clever girl after all. After the excitement, she quickly realized that Wu Hui must have something to instruct her, so she quickly knelt down again and respectfully bowed: “My Lord, please give me your divine command”.
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