The evil witch BOSS just wants to develop in a low profile

"Whirr..."

The flowing gray mist gathered before Zorn.

In the depths of the hazy gray mist, a figure stood before a small altar.

He whispered to the great [Lord of the Holy Witches].

His voice fell into Zorn's ears.

With the increasingly powerful "Doom Black Mist."

Zorn could communicate more clearly with his subordinates and deliver tasks and information in a timely manner.

"Great Master!"

Alvin, the [Shadow End-Stinger], whispered before the altar.

"The other day, you instructed me to explore the valley to the west, and I have gained something!"

"The town there is called Booe Town, long abandoned to the invasion of the Lost."

"Currently, a large number of the Lost are trapped within the houses."

"The original solid doors and windows were their barriers against the Lost, but now they have become their prisons!"

"Booe Town is currently occupied by the Holy Sun Church, and originally this should have been the territory of the Sun Church."

"This time, the church has sent members of the Knights Templar to garrison the town, initially estimated to be forty or fifty people. In addition, there are a certain number of priests and acolytes, totaling about a hundred people."

"During my observation, carriages have been entering and leaving the valley town every day."

"They plan to be stationed there for a long time, and even... they have transported a lot of materials there."

"It seems... they are preparing some kind of ritual."

"..."

Before the altar, Alvin described the situation he had observed and summarized.

After a long time, Alvin finally ended his prayer to Zorn.

Zorn waved his hand, and the black mist in front of him dissipated.

He got up and came to the window, looking out at the gradually autumn-tinged Golo Street, covered with withered yellow leaves, Zorn's thoughts quickly spread out.

"Sending so many Knights Templar and priests. Obviously, the church has discovered the good things in the Gray Mist Valley Town."

"Judging from the fact that they are constantly transporting materials into the town, they obviously want to break the gate of the seal through the ritual, but this approach is futile."

"This method is okay for dealing with ordinary sealed lands, but it is not enough to deal with the sealed land of the Sun King's Golden Scepter."

"The Sun King of the ancient times was a being who challenged the gods."

"Also... there are a large number of the Lost in that town!"

In his thoughts, Zorn gently rubbed his palms.

"Perhaps... this is a good place for the blooming of the [Evil Spirit Cataclysm] ritual."

"The large number of the Lost, wallowing in death and distortion, are very good sacrifices."

Currently, Zorn is trying to break through using the way of a fighter, and he has already figured out some of the ways.

Spending a little more time, he can break through without the help of the [Evil Spirit Cataclysm].

However, using the [Evil Spirit Cataclysm] ritual to construct the immortal "Calamity Saint Mark" is something that must be done.

Whether it is the construction of the next [Spiritual Domain].

Or the subsequent breakthrough of powerful forbidden spells.

Or the nurturing of the [Ancient God Curse], and so on.

All of them cannot be separated from the "Saint Mark" engraved in the vast chapters.

Moreover, for the [Evil Spirit Witch].

The necessary condition for advancing to the middle level.

Is that there are at least 5, and not weak, "Immortal · Calamity Saint Marks."

Although using the Sun King's Golden Skeleton can reduce the reliance on the Immortal · Calamity Saint Mark.

But now Zorn's "Immortal Saint Mark" is far from enough.

"I need to advance to level 4 first, and I need to advance to level 4 in the way of a fighter."

"In this way, the old fox, Albert Wilde, will be less suspicious of me."

"At least, every time I go there, the middle-level evil spirit he places there will not sniff me so hard every time."

Although Marquis Albert Wilde takes great care of Zorn.

But if Zorn really thought that the other party regarded him as one of their own.

Then it would be a bit too self-deceptive.

One of their own?

Sometimes, those who betray you are often your own people!

Just as he was about to close the window and prepare to go to Rift Mist Town to continue doing tasks.

A lady's noble carriage with purple curtains and purple and gold flower lanterns hanging on it stopped outside the manor.

A lady in a light purple court dress stepped out.

When he saw who it was, Zorn frowned slightly, then relaxed.

He slapped his forehead and said with a slightly annoyed smile.

"Damn it! I should have thought of this earlier."

…………

In the wide and brand-new beige sofa that had just been replaced in the autumn.

Vanessa brought over a coffee tray and placed it on the matte marble table.

The freshly brewed fragrant coffee had a pungent aroma, which had been roasted and ground a few days ago.

"These are all raw materials purchased from the Abernathy Island plantation."

"Originally, I also planned to buy an island and develop my marine plantation."

"But the old butler always reminded me that our Corrick family seems to have a curse of the sea. Although I am full of longing for the sea, I must have some awe for the possible curse of the sea."

At this time, Ms. Gedo Isaiah, the [Holy Poet · Ranger], who was sitting opposite Zorn with an elegant and dignified manner, always had a faint smile on her face. She was a very qualified listener at this time.

And she was today's visitor.

Zorn had even roughly guessed the true purpose of this beautiful lady's visit today.

Picking up the coffee and taking a slight sip, Ms. Gedo Isaiah's beautiful voice explained like a line.

"It is really commendable that a powerful existence like you still has such awe for the ocean!"

"You must know that in Augran City, no rising star like you can compare to you."

"Perhaps the stage in Augran City is a bit too small for you."

Hearing this, Zorn became more and more certain of the other party's identity.

Sure enough, Ms. Gedo Isaiah, who slightly straightened her expression, slowly explained with the melody of a ranger.

"Do you still remember the stories and legends under the plateau!"

Zorn nodded slightly.

"That is indeed an extraordinary story and legend."

Zorn, who had become a listener, listened to Ms. Gedo Isaiah's narration.

The Autenston Republic, the Saint Grieg Empire, and the Grand Peace Plain Province, which was compensated to the [Saint Sman Empire] a hundred years ago due to defeat.

These three territories were originally one.

After the defeat.

The Grand River Plain Province was ceded to the "Saint Sman Empire."

"Autenston" and "Saint Grieg" were divided and became independent.

Subsequently, the Holy Sun Church entered the two countries, spread its faith, and did not allow any other churches to proselytize, and finally completed the dismemberment of the Northern Territory.

But with the passage of time.

The surge and revival of extraordinary power.

The decay and infighting of the Holy Sun Church gradually declined.

And the power of steam leveraged a new world pattern.

The restorationist forces that reunited the three territories and established a powerful steam empire in the Northern Territory quietly roamed and surged within these three territories.

Zorn knew very well.

If these three territories in the Northern Territory are not merged to form a new republic or empire.

The future destiny will inevitably be annexed by the superior Saint Sman Empire in the south, which is like a fearless warship.

Subsequently, the superior Saint Sman Empire will also be contaminated too deeply with the power of the superior, which will lead to a terrible national-level cataclysmic event - the Saint Sman Saint Capital Cataclysm!

The residents of the entire Saint Capital will have to pay for the empire's ambitions with their lives.

At that time, the Northern Territory will still be independent.

Therefore, Zorn must support the birth of a new steam country in the Northern Territory.

After listening to the glorious history and fascinating picture under the plateau narrated by [Holy Poet Ranger] Gedo.

At one time, Zorn's mind also emerged with the idea of fighting for the new steam country.

Of course, this idea that was guided by the [Holy Poet Ranger] and did not belong to Zorn only lasted for less than a second.

[Evil Spirit Witches] are not affected by any will or spirituality.

"Your story is indeed fascinating."

Zorn slowly responded.

"The Northern Territory does need a unified force to face the oppression of the superior Saint Sman Empire!"

Zorn's words made Gedo's heart tremble slightly.

If this infinitely potential [Fighter] has such an idea, then there is room for cooperation.

And this is why she made a special visit.

"I know that there are many mysterious forces active in these three places in Augran City."

"Even..."

Zorn's eyes narrowed slightly as he examined the Gedo in front of him.

"It can be said that the leader of this force is - Saint Grieg."

"And behind it, bearing the curse above the mountains, flowing with the blood power of the Gray Mist Giant - Isaiah!"

"Am I right, Ms. Gedo!"

Zorn's statement caused Gedo Isaiah's pupils to shrink sharply, and even the smile was slightly stiff on her face.

She put down the coffee somewhat tremblingly, and the stiff face recovered its composure after a while.

"You are right, Mr. Zorn Corrick!"

Ms. Gedo Isaiah looked at Zorn very seriously.

"I didn't expect you to know so much."

"So... what is your attitude?"

Zorn smiled lightly, leaned back, and said lightly.

"Forgive me for speaking frankly, respected Ms. Gedo, you are probably not qualified enough to discuss my attitude with me."

"At least let the real power holder behind you come to see me before I can barely talk to him."

Hearing this, Ms. Gedo Isaiah was slightly stagnant.

"I admit that your strength is very strong, Mr. Zorn."

"At the same time, you are now a noble baron of Augran City."

"And you also own your own steam factory industry."

"You are a very successful extraordinary nobleman."

"But relying on these alone is probably not enough."

Hearing this, Zorn couldn't help but smile lightly.

"Is it enough or not, it's not up to you to say, is it?"

Zorn's words made Gedo Isaiah stunned.

She examined Zorn for a moment before reopening her mouth.

"Can I borrow a room?"

"Of course, no problem!"

Zorn nodded slightly.

Under Vanessa's guidance, Gedo Isaiah took her servants into a guest room on the second floor.

Vanessa, who had returned to Zorn's side, lowered her voice.

"Master, should we investigate?"

"No need, we should always give guests some private space."

Zorn waved his hand.

"Okay!"

Vanessa nodded very obediently.

Glancing at the wall of gray mist ritual that had already unfolded on the second floor, Zorn withdrew his gaze.

"It seems that the gray mist giant's blood power of the power holder behind the scenes is already very strong. He can actually use rituals to contact Ms. Gedo Isaiah."

"At least it can be determined that the power of this restoration faction is not weak."

"Even if a new national assembly is formed in the future, it will be able to have a certain say."

"Also..."

Zorn paused.

"Gray Mist Giants are also terrible superiors, but they are not that strong."

"The sleeping giants spew out a massive amount of gray mist, and this is also the source of the gray mist in the Northern Territory."

"The stronger Isaiah's bloodline, the more gray mist giants will be resurrected."

"The forbidden wars of the superiors may be earlier than expected."

"Fortunately, my strength is growing extremely fast as well."

"If I can cultivate the Ancient God Curse and several other forbidden spells to a certain level at level five."

"Perhaps... I can complete a hunt of the superior, or at least participate in the hunt of the superior."

Soon, Ms. Gedo Isaiah, who had finished the ritual, returned to the hall.

She looked at Zorn and said in a calm voice.

"Mr. Zorn Corrick, Miss Gray Mist wants to meet you. When are you free?"

"How about the tenth of this month?"

Zorn suggested.

"The tenth of October is a good day!"

Ms. Gedo Isaiah nodded slightly.

"We will come to pick you up then."

With the departure of Ms. Gedo Isaiah, the [Holy Poet Ranger].

"Miss Gray Mist!"

From this title, Zorn already knew who was in charge behind Ms. Gedo Isaiah.

"The trajectory of fate is sometimes so magical!"

Bathed in the tranquility of the late autumn season, looking at the colorful fallen leaves outside, he was lost in thought.

As for whether a cooperation can be reached, it depends on how much the other party is willing to pay!