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

Chapter 12: Factory, Evil God, Witch!

Unbeknownst to him, it was already late at night.

When Zorn returned to the second floor.

The old butler, Gronk, was waiting at the bedroom door.

"Mr. Bevis left through the back door, and when I went to the front door, two patrol officers were waiting there."

"They didn't barge in."

"After that, according to your instructions, the patrol officers were very happy to express their gratitude for your generosity."

After Gronk finished speaking.

Zorn didn't hide anything and told him the simple information about the stocks and the robbers.

Of course, this didn't stray from the 'my extraordinary friend' narrative.

Convinced, Gronk sighed and blamed himself.

"If… if I had been more careful, perhaps, I wouldn't have been discovered by these dangerous wanted criminals."

"It's not your fault, Uncle Gronk."

Zorn said slowly.

"Perhaps, this is the curse from the sea."

"We have reaped enough wealth, and we must bear a high enough price, mustn't we?"

"Fortunately… this time, the other party paid the price with their lives."

Gronk wanted to say something but stopped.

He glanced at Zorn's bedroom, and then whispered.

"Vanessa is a good girl!"

He didn't ask about the whereabouts of the two corpses.

Judging from the situation in the past few days, Young Master Zorn, who had already come into contact with that mysterious power, was obviously able to handle it himself.

Now, Young Master Zorn is different from before.

Confident and assertive.

Obviously, this is the effect of the mysterious and powerful extraordinary power.

…………

Back in the bedroom.

The gas lamp, emitting an orange halo, illuminated the entire room.

Gronk thoughtfully covered the blood stains on the ground with a rug, and he would clean it up during the day tomorrow.

"As expected, it's easier for nobles to get things done!"

Opening the window to let the remaining aroma of the sleeping incense and the faint smell of blood dissipate.

Zorn looked at the streets, manors, villas, and castles in the wealthy area, which symbolized status, wealth, power, and authority, and sighed secretly.

"If this were an ordinary middle-class family, I'm afraid the patrol police and sheriffs would have already blocked the door at this time."

"They would even forcefully break open the doors and windows, determined not to let go of any gunshot."

"You must know that firearms are controlled items and require a gun license."

"And these are their achievements."

"But as a noble with an independent manor and castle."

"Those patrol police and sheriffs, they don't even dare to break in rashly."

Coming to the foot of the bed, Zorn raised his head.

The maid, Vanessa, was lying on Zorn's bed, fast asleep.

Her cheeks were rosy and shiny, like a delicious fruit about to ripen and waiting to be picked.

Zorn examined her for a moment, then went around the carved wooden bed and opened the door.

He planned to go to the study to read and study the 'extraordinary potions' that could help him make money.

Different medicinal materials, ingredients, and characteristics will have different effects, and the formulas are naturally slightly different.

He needs to figure it out as soon as possible.

As for the readily available maid Vanessa, he doesn't plan to pick her yet.

Vanessa's final destination has not yet been determined.

Now, this dazed and ignorant girl doesn't know what she is facing, in other words, she is not ready.

If she is not ready and is forced to come to a position that does not belong to her.

Zorn himself will ultimately pay the price.

Zorn doesn't want the bullet he buried with his own hands to hit him in the forehead many years later.

…………

Morning.

Zorn opened the window.

He took a deep breath of the fresh air mixed with mist in the morning.

The air contained extremely thin smells that only those with extremely sensitive sense of smell and extraordinary people could detect.

That was the smell of the black smoke spewed out by the towering chimneys of the steam factories.

In the west and south suburbs, there are a large number of steam factories that devour massive amounts of coal and raw materials, and then spit out goods.

Large-scale steam industrial factories are the fundamental reason for the prosperity of O'Glan City.

Fortunately, it is summer now.

Located in the subtropical monsoon climate zone, O'Glan City enjoys the warm and moist subtropical monsoon tide from the ocean, which can blow the smog of O'Glan City inland.

Once winter comes, the situation will be reversed.

The northwest frigid zone storm will be like a terrifying demon's hand, gathering the dense and poisonous smog in O'Glan City, strangling the throat of every citizen of O'Glan City, making people suffocated.

In the past, every winter.

Baron Lyon would take Zorn to the Einon Plantation to avoid the winter smog that was talked about.

There is a large castle plantation there, which was the main source of funds for the Corrick family before.

But now it is disturbed by the mist and the bewildered in the mist.

Fortunately, Zorn knows that the mist will dissipate in a year or two.

At that time, the fertile plantation will flourish again.

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"After taking a nap for only two or three hours, I am still refreshed. This is the physique of an extraordinary person."

"Moreover… after this battle and sacrifice, the essence of the fighter is settling, and the spirituality is growing. According to this efficiency, in a few months, I can be promoted to a level 2 fighter."

Stretching, Zorn looked at O'Glan City, which is full of wealth, power, and secret extraordinary power, and started his day's work.

Today is Friday.

Zorn's courses are all self-study courses, so he doesn't have to go to school.

During breakfast, Vanessa looked at Zorn with shyness mixed with admiration.

Waking up in the young master's bed in the morning, in the crisp chirping of birds, she already thought she had done what she should do.

The morning time passed silently in the rustling of flipping textbooks.

Close to noon.

Zorn ended his study and closed his eyes for a nap.

"After becoming an extraordinary person, both memory ability and comprehension ability have been significantly improved."

"And this is only the [Fighter] sequence, which is not good at spirituality. Once the inheritance of [Evil Spirit Warlock] is completed, the effect will be even more amazing."

"At the same time…"

Information about the several [Extraordinary Potions] that he has been studying during this period appeared in Zorn's mind.

[Holy Healing · Micro-light Fluorescent Agent]

This is the first extraordinary potion that Zorn plans to manufacture in batches.

This potion has a very strong healing effect, and it is also true for extraordinary people.

If Zorn had [Holy Healing · Micro-light Fluorescent Agent], the previous injury would not even require a night to be completely healed.

This is the powerful characteristic of extraordinary potions.

Making money with potions is only one aspect.

More importantly.

Owning your own steam factory and having a large number of workers working for you.

This perfectly fits the characteristics of [Enslavement] and [Exploitation].

Therefore, every factory will be the root of the expansion of the [Evil Spirit].

It is also a breeding ground for the healthy growth of [Evil God].

These factories will also become the perfect disguise for the power of the [Evil God].

And this is what Zorn, as an [Evil Spirit], urgently needs.

As his power continues to grow, he needs enough and powerful enough steam factories to cover himself.

Every steam factory with [Exploitation] will breed elements such as suffering, disaster, anger, death, and resentment.

Even some particularly black-hearted capitalist factories will give birth to some wraiths, evil spirits, and so on.

"Every capitalist is a potential evil god!"

This is a famous sentence denounced by a famous writer in the Steam Daily after exposing various inside stories of steam factories, and it has been widely circulated.

And the famous writer who exposed these inside stories was shot eight times in the back and committed suicide!

For Zorn, he had to increase the welfare of the workers a little bit and reduce some exploitation.

Then… those big capitalists and steam factory owners will become a wall in front of the evil god.

[Holy Healing · Micro-light Fluorescent Agent]

It's a good entry point.

But the problem is that he didn't find 'Purple Blood Fluorescent Grass' in the existing materials, this medicinal material.

Zorn naturally knew where the Purple Blood Fluorescent Grass was.

In the depths of the Saint Gan Mist Plateau Valley, in the area of ​​witch legends, there is 'Purple Blood Fluorescent Grass'.

"It seems…"

Zorn, who got up, moved his body that had been sitting for a long time.

"I have to negotiate with 'Granny Spirit Witch'."

"After all… he is the bishop of the 'High Mountain Witch' sect."