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

Chapter 12 Factory: Evil God, Witch!
Before I knew it, it was already late at night.

When Zorn returned to the second floor.

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

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

"They didn't barge in rashly."

"After that, as you instructed, the patrol officers were very happy to greet you for your generosity."

Gronk finished.

Zorn did not hide anything, but told the simple information about the stocks and the robbers.

Of course, this does not leave out "my extraordinary friends".

Although 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 gained enough wealth, but we also have to bear a high enough price, right?"

"Fortunately... this time, the other party paid for our losses with his life."

Gronk stopped what he was about to say.

He glanced at Zorn's bedroom and then whispered.

"Vanessa is a good girl!"

He did not ask where the two bodies had gone to.

Judging from the situation in the past few days, Master Zorn, who has come into contact with the mysterious power, is obviously able to handle it on his own.

Now, Master Zorn is no longer the same as before.

Confident and assertive.

Obviously, this is the mysterious and powerful supernatural power that has played a role.

…………

Return to the bedroom.

The gas lamp with an orange glow lit up the entire room.

Gronk considerately covered the bloodstains on the floor with a carpet. He would clean it up tomorrow during the day.

"It's really easier to get things done with nobles!"

Open the window to let the lingering smell of incense and faint smell of blood in the house dissipate.

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

"If this were an ordinary middle-class family, they would have been blocked by patrol officers and sheriffs by now."

“They will even forcefully break down doors and windows, and will definitely not miss any place where gunfire is heard.”

"You know, firearms are controlled items and you need a gun license."

“And these are their achievements.”

"And as a noble who owns an independent manor and castle."

"Those patrol officers and sheriffs, they don't even dare to barge in."

Reaching the end of the bed, Zorn raised his head.

The maid Vanessa was lying on Zorn's bed, soundly sleeping.

Her cheeks were rosy and shiny, like delicious fruits that were about to ripen and wait to be picked.

After examining him for a moment, Zorn walked around the carved wooden bed and opened the door.

He planned to go to the study to read and think about the "super potions" that could help him make money.

Different herbs, materials, and properties will vary, so the recipes will naturally be slightly different.

He needs to figure it out as soon as possible.

As for the maid Vanessa, who was within his reach, he had no intention of picking her at the moment.

Vanessa's final destination has not yet been determined.

Now, this confused and ignorant girl didn't know what she was facing. In other words, she was not prepared.

If she is not ready, force her to a place that does not belong to her.

The one who will ultimately pay the bill will be Zorn himself.

Zorn didn't want the bullet he buried with his own hands to hit him between the eyebrows many years later.

…………

early morning.

Zorn opened the window.

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

The air is filled with an extremely faint scent that can only be detected by those with extremely sensitive senses of smell and extraordinary people.

It was the smell of the thick black smoke spewing out of the tall chimneys of the steam plants.

In the western and southern suburbs, there are a large number of steam factories that consume huge amounts of coal and raw materials and then spit out goods.

Large-scale steam-powered factories are the foundation of Oglan City's prosperity. Fortunately, it's summer now.

Located in the subtropical monsoon climate zone, Ogland City enjoys the warm and moist subtropical monsoon tide from the ocean, which blows the smog inland.

Once winter arrives, the situation will be reversed.

The northwest cold storm will be like a terrifying devil's hand, gathering thick and toxic smog in Oglan City, strangling the throat of every citizen of Oglan City and suffocating them.

In the past, every winter.

Baron Lyon would take Zorn to the Einon Plantation to avoid the dreaded winter fog.

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

But now it is plagued by fog and those lost in the fog.

Fortunately, Zorn knew that the fog would dissipate within a year or two.

By then, the fertile plantations will flourish again.

"It's just a short nap of two or three hours, but I still feel refreshed. This is the physique of an extraordinary person."

"Also... after this battle and sacrifice, the fighter's essence is settling and his spirituality is growing. At this rate, in a few months, I can be promoted to a second-level fighter."

Stretching, Zorn looked at the city of Ogland, which was full of wealth, power, and secret supernatural powers, and started his day's work.

Today is Friday.

All of Zorn's courses are self-study courses, so you don't have to go to school.

During breakfast, Vanessa looked at Zorn with a mixture of shyness and admiration.

In the early morning, she woke up in the young master's bed with the sound of birds singing, and she felt that she had done what she should do.

The whole morning passed quietly with the rustling sound of turning pages of textbooks.

It was approaching noon.

Zorn finished his studies and took a short nap with his eyes closed.

"After becoming a transcendent, both my memory and comprehension abilities have improved significantly."

"And this is just the [Fighter] sequence, which is not good at spirituality. Once the [Evil Spirit Wizard] inheritance is completed, the effect will be even more astonishing."

"at the same time……"

Relevant information about several [Supernatural Potions] that he had been thinking about recently emerged in Zorn's mind.

【Shengyu·Micro-light Fluorescent Agent】

This was the first of the extraordinary potions that Zorn intended to mass-produce.

This potion has a very powerful healing effect, even for extraordinary people.

If Zorn had the [Holy Healing·Glimmer Fluorescent Agent], the previous injury could be completely healed without even taking a night.

This is the powerful property of the extraordinary potion.

Making money from medicine is only one aspect.

More importantly.

He had his own steam factory and a large number of workers working for him.

This perfectly matches the characteristics of [slavery] and [exploitation].

Therefore, every factory will be the source of the growth of the evil spirits.

It is also a hotbed for the [Evil God] to thrive.

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

And this is what Zorn urgently needs as an [evil spirit].

As his power grows, he needs enough and powerful steam plants to cover himself.

Every steam factory that has [exploitation] will breed suffering, disaster, anger, death, resentment and other elemental characteristics.

Even some particularly evil capitalist factories will give birth to vengeful spirits, evil spirits, etc.

"Every capitalist is a potential evil god!"

This is a famous quote from the Steam Daily, written by a famous writer after he exposed the dark side of the steam factory. It has been widely circulated.

The famous writer who exposed these dark secrets was shot eight times in the back and committed suicide!

For Zorn, he had no choice but to slightly improve the workers' welfare and exploit them less.

Then... those big capitalists and steam factory owners will become a wall blocking the evil god.

【Shengyu·Micro-light Fluorescent Agent】

It’s a very good entry point.

But the problem is that he did not find the medicinal herb "Purple Blood Fluorescent Grass" from the existing materials.

Zorn naturally knew where the purple-blood fluorescent grass was.

Deep in the valley of the Misty Plateau of Saint Jann, in the area where legends about witches are told, there is the "Purple Blood Fluorescent Grass".

"It seems..."

Zorn stood up and stretched his body slightly after sitting for a long time.

"We need to negotiate with the 'Spirit Witch Granny'."

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

(End of this chapter)