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The light of dusk filtered through the slightly yellowed window, blurring the boundary with the shadows.

“Granny Spirit Witch,” or rather, Sister Theresa.

She was brewing tea.

A faint fragrance lingered in the air, and Zorn, sitting opposite her, vaguely detected a hint of the sea.

“The Ocean Plantation always produces good things.”

Zorn mused.

Sister Theresa wore a simple and unadorned black nun's robe, her hair was silver, and her face was wrinkled.

But she exuded an aura of peace and tranquility.

A black silk ribbon was wrapped around her eyes, concealing her pupils.

It was said that she had glimpsed unspeakable things deep in the Eku Mountains, the original site of ancient witch sacrifices.

Although she had saved her life, she had lost her eyes forever.

However, as a “Divine Maiden” protected by “Amara, the Holy Mother.”

Losing her eyes made it easier for her to see into people's hearts.

“A guest from afar, please have some tea!”

After pouring the tea, Bishop Theresa precisely pushed it in front of Zorn.

Taking a small sip to moisten his throat, Zorn set the teacup down and slowly began to speak.

“I've noticed that the Adolf Monastery has many children, and their clothes are very old.”

“Also, many parts of the Adolf Monastery are overgrown with weeds and in disrepair.”

“I would like to donate some charitable funds to help the Adolf Monastery.”

“About…”

Zorn paused.

Originally, Zorn wanted to donate 300 gold pounds.

However, he had plundered a lot of gold pounds from the [Soul Feeder].

Zorn was happy to use this unexpected wealth to help others and himself.

“About 500 gold pounds.”

“Although it's not much, I will donate another sum every month thereafter.”

Although Zorn said it wasn't much, it was undoubtedly a huge sum of money.

Sister Theresa smiled warmly.

“Thank you, Mr. Zorn, for your generosity and good deeds.”

“May the great Holy Sun and Amara, the Holy Mother, bless you.”

“Nowadays, factory chimneys are getting taller, the roar of machinery is getting louder, and speeding steam trains are getting faster.”

“Few people care about the helpless cries of children.”

“There are very few people like you who are willing to help our monastery.”

“So…”

Sister Theresa's expression was calm and gentle as she raised her head and faced Zorn.

Zorn felt the strange “gaze” upon him.

“What can I do for you?”

She said gently.

Zorn pondered for a moment, then slowly spoke.

“I do have a request.”

Facing a witch who could see into people's hearts, sincerity was the best strategy.

“I plan to build a steam factory to manufacture some potions.”

“However, I currently lack a medicinal material called Purple Blood Fluorescent Grass.”

“And there are many such materials on the Saint Gan Mist Highlands.”

Hearing this, Sister Theresa smiled quietly.

“It seems, Mr. [Fighter], you know that we are witches from the highlands.”

Zorn nodded slightly.

“The roar of the steam tide has made the world noisy, and the power of transcendence is no secret among the nobles.”

Sister Theresa pondered for a long time before slowly speaking.

“I have heard of your good deeds.”

“Rat Catcher Bevis sang of your extraordinary achievements in suppressing the Rat King.”

“But…”

She paused slightly as she explained, her voice becoming serious and solemn.

“I feel that this matter… is not simple, Mr. Zorn!”

She was indeed very honest.

Even her suspicion was so direct.

“Yes!”

Zorn nodded.

“There are indeed some unspeakable secrets hidden within, but these are trade secrets.”

After thinking quietly for a moment, Sister Theresa nodded slowly.

“This is indeed not something I should ask about.”

“Since you have a need, I will entrust merchants from the highlands to bring you the 'Purple Blood Fluorescent Grass' you need.”

“I hope this can be of some help to you.”

Seeing Sister Theresa agree, Zorn felt a little relieved.

Although this was not the only channel, it was the simplest.

If they refused here, then Zorn would have to go through the church's channel.

That would undoubtedly take a very long time.

Bishop Theresa had great prestige among the highland witches.

The merchants from the highlands were all associated with the witch priestesses of various tribes.

Without Bishop Theresa's permission, they would never easily do business with Zorn.

Even so.

Those merchants from the highlands would be checked at the mountain pass occupied by the Holy Sun Church.

Fortunately, Purple Blood Fluorescent Grass was not a prohibited material.

As long as the trade channel was opened.

Zorn slightly increased the price.

Then there would be a steady stream of Purple Blood Fluorescent Grass transported to O'Glan City.

After some conversation, seeing that it was getting late, Zorn got up to leave.

Along the way, Zorn also took out the 500 gold pounds of charitable funds that he had prepared and handed them to Bishop Theresa.

Such a generous donation also prompted Theresa to send Zorn to the carriage in person with four witches.

“Phew…”

Zorn, exhaling lightly, stretched his body a little in the carriage.

In the depths of his pupils, a deep and obscure halo emerged.

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“The era of the Witch Age has not yet arrived.”

“But, when the sleeping Amara, the Holy Mother, awakens, the witches will show their terrible side.”

“Fortunately… I started investing in the Angel Wheel, a proper angel investor.”

“The witches bear my gifts, and I can even start the awakening of Amara, the Holy Mother, at the corresponding time node.”

“The engagement of the gears of fate can at least keep Amara neutral in key battles, instead of standing on my opposite side.”

“And those witch monasteries that are gradually being established will also become a source of nourishment for my growth.”

The confrontation between evil spirits, secret sects, and evil gods is cruel and bloody.

Zorn must plan ahead and make plans early.

After thinking for a moment, Zorn turned his attention from the distant future back to the present.

No matter how the future plan and the trajectory of fate go.

Seizing the present is the most important thing.

“With the opening of the witches' channels, after the materials for the Holy Healing · Micro Light Fluorescent Agent are obtained, I only need to complete the simplified process of the steam factory to officially put it into production.”

“Although the series of links are very simple after the steam factory is simplified, but… several special important links must be in the hands of my own people.”

“Otherwise, when the Holy Healing · Micro Light Fluorescent Agent appears on the market, someone will definitely covet it.”

“High-end business wars often use the simplest kidnapping methods.”

“There is no problem if the core nodes are in your own hands and will not be leaked.”

“First of all… I must become an evil spirit wizard, so… I can get those who are willing to open their hearts to me, and even if they witness the dusk, they will be completely loyal to me—believers!”

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With this thought in mind, Zorn pulled open the small window curtain.

The afterglow of dusk sprinkled the last afterglow on the high-rise buildings of O'Glan City, stretching the shadow outline of the carriage.

“Tomorrow!”

He murmured.

“Tomorrow is the full moon blood moon, the forbidden moment is coming!”

“[Evil Spirit Wizard] is about to arrive at the correct position.”

Silently, a misty fog swept over.

On the wide suburban street, there was no one.

This is the “fog area” of O'Glan City. Whenever dusk comes and twilight falls, the fog will sweep over.

Although the church has established a defense line, and there are also lighthouse watchmen in the gray fog who try their best to clear away those “lost people.”

But people living in this area will still return home early before night falls, close their doors and windows tightly, and beware of the fog's invasion.

The gray fog was弥漫, becoming more and more dense.

The sound of da da hooves and the creaking of wheels were well-proportioned.

Besides that, the world seemed to be quiet.

Zorn raised his eyebrows slightly and looked outside.

Except for the fog, it was still fog, and he couldn't see anything clearly.

“Um… could it be…”

Just as this thought appeared in Zorn's mind.

“This kind gentleman, can you give me a ride?”

Someone stopped the carriage in the gray fog, his tone polite.

Before Zorn could speak.

The coachman opened his mouth somewhat dullly.

“Very willing, generous sir!”

Zorn raised his right hand wearing the Double Snake Ring and rubbed his temples slightly, vaguely hearing snakes spitting out their tongues and hissing.

“Unknowingly, the coachman has already… been affected?”

He murmured.

Since this was the case, Zorn simply moved his body, made way, and sat opposite.

Immediately afterwards, a young man in a black dress, a brown top hat, and a rather decent and slightly retro attire boarded the carriage and sat in the seat Zorn had vacated.

He took off his hat.

“The fog is really heavy today! I almost lost my way in the gray fog.”

“Once lost in it, you won't be able to find your way back, don't you think so? Sir!”

The black-haired youth always had a stiff smile on his face.

As his voice fell, the eyeball in his right pupil fell out with a plop, just falling into the hat in his hand.

Immediately afterwards, blood gurgled out of his pupil, staining his cheeks red and staining his white shirt red.

The wriggling blood threads, like earthworms, struggled and twisted from his pupils.

If it were an ordinary person, he would probably jump out of the car on the spot.

Once that was done, the passengers lost in the gray fog would become new lost people.

But Zorn sat steadily opposite and kindly reminded him.

“Sir, your eyeball has fallen out!”