The evil witch BOSS just wants to develop in a low-key manner

Chapter 102 The visit of the [Restorationists]!

"Crash..."

The flowing gray mist gathered in front of Zorn.

Deep in the hazy gray fog, a figure stood in front of a small ceremony platform.

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

The sound fell into Zorn's ears.

With the growing strength of the "black fog of disaster".

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

“A great master!”

Alvin, the [Shadow's End], whispered in front of the ceremony platform.

"A few days ago, you asked me to explore the western valley, and I've already gained something!"

"That small town is called Boe Town. It was abandoned long ago during the invasion of the Lost Ones."

"There are still a large number of lost people trapped in their houses."

"The solid doors and windows that once served as their defense against the lost have now become their prison!"

"Bo'e Town is currently occupied by the Holy Blazing Sun Church. Originally, this place should have belonged to the Sun Church."

"This time, the church has sent members of the Knights to settle in the town. Preliminary estimates suggest there are forty to fifty people. In addition, there are also a certain number of priests, deacons, and other personnel, totaling around a hundred people."

"During the time I observed, carriages were entering and leaving that valley town every day."

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

"It seems... they are preparing for some kind of ceremony."

"..."

In front of the ceremony platform, Alvin recounted what he had observed and summarized.

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

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

Standing up and walking to the window, Zoen's thoughts quickly drifted away as he looked out at the autumn approaching and the long street of Golo covered with withered yellow leaves.

"They sent so many knights and priests. Obviously, the good stuff in the town of Gray Mist Valley has been discovered by the church."

"Judging from the fact that they are constantly transporting supplies into the town, it's clear that they are trying to break the sealed door through a ritual, but this approach is futile."

"This method is fine for ordinary sealed places, but it's not enough to deal with the Sealed Place of the Sun King, the Golden Scepter."

"The Sun King of ancient times was an existence that challenged the gods."

"Besides...that town has a lot of lost people!"

While thinking, Zorn rubbed his palms slightly.

"Perhaps... this is a good place to perform the [Evil Spirit Catastrophe] ritual."

"The vast number of lost ones, sunk in death and distortion, are very good sacrifices."

Currently, Zorn is trying to break through as a fighter, and he has figured out some tricks.

If he spends a little more time, he can break through without the help of [Evil Spirit Catastrophe].

But using the ritual of [Evil Spirit Catastrophes] to construct the immortal "Stigma of Disaster" is something that must be done.

Regardless of the subsequent construction of the [Spiritual Realm].

Or is it the subsequent breakthrough of the powerful forbidden spell?

Or it could be the nurturing of the [Ancient Divine Spell] and so on.

They are all inseparable from the "holy marks" engraved in the vast chapters.

And for the [Evil Wizard].

A prerequisite for promotion to the middle level.

There are at least 5 "Immortal Stigmata of Disaster", and they are not weak.

Although using the Sun King Golden Skeleton can reduce the reliance on the Immortal Stigma of Disaster.

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

"I need to advance to level 4 first, and I need to advance to level 4 using the fighter method."

"Only by doing so can I reduce the suspicion that old fox Albert Wilder has towards me."

"At least, every time I go by, the mid-level evil spirit he placed there doesn't sniff me hard every time."

Although Marquis Albert Wilder was very caring towards Zorn.

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

That would seem a bit too self-deceptive.

own people?
Sometimes, the ones who betray you are often your own people!
Just as I was about to close the window and go to the Rift Mist Town to continue my mission.

A noble ladies' carriage with purple curtains and purple gold lanterns hanging above it stopped outside the manor.

A lady in a lavender court dress walked out.

When he saw the other person clearly, Zorn frowned slightly, then relaxed again.

He slapped his head and smiled with a hint of annoyance.

"Damn it! I should have thought of this a long time ago."

…………

Inside the spacious and brand new beige sofa that was replaced in autumn.

Vanessa brought out the coffee tray and placed it on the matte marble tabletop.

The aroma of freshly brewed strong coffee is fragrant. It was roasted and ground and stored just a few days ago.

“These are all raw materials purchased from the Abena Island plantation.”

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

"But the old butler always told me that our Korrik family seems to be cursed by the sea. Although I have great longing for the sea, I always have to have some awe for the possible curse of the sea."

At this moment, sitting opposite Zorn, the elegant and dignified [Hymn Ranger] Ms. Gaddo Isaiah always had a faint smile on her face. She was a very qualified listener at this moment.

And she is also today's visitor.

In fact, Zorn had roughly guessed the real purpose of this beautiful lady's visit today.

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

"It is truly remarkable that a being as powerful as you still has such reverence for the ocean!"

"You should know that in Ogland City, there is no one who can compare to a rising star like you."

"Perhaps the stage in Ogland City is a little too small for you."

After hearing this, Zorn became more certain of the other party's identity.

As expected, Ms. Gaddo Isaiah straightened her expression a little and slowly expounded in the melody of the ranger.

"Do you still remember the stories and legends from the plateau?"

Zorn nodded slightly.

"That is indeed an extraordinary story and legend."

Zorn, who transformed into a listener, listened to Ms. Gedo Isaiah's story.

The Republic of Otanston, the Saint Gregory Empire, and the Gran and Plains provinces that paid compensation to the Saint Simon Empire for their defeat hundreds of years ago.

These three territories are inherently one.

After defeat.

The province of the Grand River Plain was ceded to the "Saint Simon Empire" as compensation.

"Otanston" and "Sangre" were separated and became independent.

The Holy Sun Church then entered the two countries, spreading its faith and not allowing any other churches to engage in missionary activities, ultimately completing the dismemberment of the northern border.

But as times change.

The surge of supernatural power is revived.

The Holy Sun Church's decay and internal strife led to its gradual decline, and the power of steam ushered in a new world order.

The restorationist forces that reunited the three territories and established a powerful steam empire in the northern border were quietly surging in these three territories.

Zorn knew it well.

If these three territories in the northern border are not integrated to form a new republic or empire.

Its future fate is bound to be swallowed up by the superior Saint Simman Empire in the south, which is like a dreadnought.

Afterwards, the Saint Simman Empire will be too deeply involved with the power of the superior, which will lead to a terrible national-level disaster event - the Saint Simman Holy City Disaster!

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

By then, the northern border will still have to be independent.

Therefore, Zorn must support the birth of a new steam kingdom in the northern border.

After listening to Ms. Gaiduo's narration of the glorious history and fascinating pictures of the plateau in [Hymn Ranger].

For a moment, Zorn's mind was also filled with the desire to fight for the new steam kingdom.

Of course, this thought, which did not belong to Zorn and was guided by the [Hymn Ranger], only lasted for less than a second.

[Evil Spirit Wizard] is not affected by any will or spirituality.

“Your story is truly fascinating.”

Zorn responded slowly.

"The Northern Frontier truly needs a unified force to face the oppression of the Saint Simman Empire!"

Zorn's words made Ms. Gaiduo's heart tremble slightly.

This fighter with unlimited potential has such an idea, so 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 Oglan City."

"even……"

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

"It can be said that the leader of this force is—Sangri."

"And behind him, carrying the curse of the mountains and flowing with the power of the Gray Mist Giant's bloodline—Isaiah!"

"Am I right, Ms. Gaddo?"

Zorn's explanation caused Gaddo Isaiah's pupils to shrink sharply, and even the smile on his face froze slightly.

She put down the coffee with a slight tremor, and her stiff face returned to calm after a moment.

"You are quite right, Mr. Zorn Kerrick!"

Ms. Gedo Isaiah looked at Zorn very seriously.

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

"So...what is your attitude?"

Zorn smiled softly, leaned back and said calmly.

"With all due respect, Ms. Gaddo, I'm afraid you're somewhat unqualified to discuss my attitude with me."

"At least you have to ask the person who is truly in power to come and see me before you can talk to me."

Upon hearing this, Ms. Gedo Isaiah paused slightly.

"I admit that you are very powerful, Mr. Zorn."

"You are also now a noble baron of Auglan City."

“It also owns its own steam factory industry.”

"He is a very successful transcendent noble."

"But I'm afraid that's not enough."

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

"Isn't that enough? What you said is not quite right, is it?"

Zorn's words startled Gaido Isaiah.

She looked at Zorn for a moment before speaking again.

"Can I borrow the room?"

"Of course no problem!"

Zorn nodded slightly.

Under the guidance of Vanessa, Gaddo Isaiah and his servants entered a guest room on the second floor.

Vanessa lowered her voice as she returned to Zorn's side.

"Master, do you want to go investigate?"

"No, we always have to give guests some privacy."

Zorn waved his hand.

"Ok!"

Vanessa nodded obediently.

After glancing at the unfolded gray mist ritual wall on the second floor, Zorn looked away.

"It seems that the Gray Mist Giant bloodline of the person in power behind this is already very powerful. He can even use the ritual to connect with Ms. Gedo Isaiah."

"At least we can be sure that this restorationist faction is not weak."

"Even if a new national parliament is formed in the future, it will have a certain say."

"in addition……"

Zorn paused.

"The Gray Mist Giant is also a terrifying superior being, but not as powerful."

"The sleeping giants spewed out a vast amount of gray fog, which is also the source of the gray fog in the northern border."

"The stronger Isaiah's bloodline becomes, the more Gray Mist Giants will be revived."

"The forbidden war between the superiors may begin sooner than we thought."

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

"If you cultivate the Ancient Divine Spell and several other forbidden spells to a certain level at level five."

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

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

She looked at Zorn and said in a calm voice.

"Mr. Zorn Kerrick, Miss Graymist wants to meet with you. When are you free?"

"How about the 10th 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 when the time comes."

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

"Ms. Gray Mist!"

From this nickname, Zorn already knew who was the mastermind behind Ms. Gaddo Isaiah.

"The trajectory of fate is sometimes so magical!"

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

As for whether cooperation can be achieved, it depends on how much the other party is willing to offer!

(End of this chapter)