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

Chapter 14 Sir, your eyeball has fallen out!
The halo of light near dusk penetrated the slightly yellowed windows, and the boundary between it and the shadows became increasingly blurred.

"The Witch" or Sister Teresa.

She was making soup or tea.

A faint fragrance lingered at the tip of his nose, and Zorn, who was sitting opposite it, vaguely smelled a hint of the sea.

"Ocean plantations always produce a lot of good things."

Zorn thought thoughtfully.

Sister Teresa, she wore a simple and plain black nun's robe, with silver hair and wrinkled face.

But his whole body exudes an aura of peace and tranquility.

A piece of black satin was wrapped around her eyes, covering them.

It is said that she glimpsed something indescribable deep in the mountain caves, the original place of ancient witch sacrifices.

Although he saved his life, he lost his pupils forever.

However, as a "goddess" protected by "Amara, the Holy Mother".

Having lost his pupils, he can more easily see into people's hearts.

"Dear guests from afar, please have some tea!"

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

After taking a sip to moisten his throat and putting it back in place, Zorn slowly spoke.

"I noticed that there were many children in the Adolf Monastery, and their clothes were all very old."

"At the same time, many parts of Adolf Monastery were overgrown with weeds and in disrepair."

"I would like to donate a charitable fund to help the Adolf Monastery."

"Probably……"

Zorn paused.

Originally, Zorn wanted to donate 300 gold pounds.

However, a lot of gold pounds were looted from the Soul Feeders.

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

"About five hundred pounds."

"Although it's not much, I will donate another amount every month."

Although Zorn didn't say much, it was undoubtedly a huge sum of money.

Mother Teresa smiled warmly.

"Thank you Mr. Zorn for your generosity and kindness."

"May the great Holy Sun and Amara, the Divine Mother, protect you."

"Today, factory chimneys are getting taller, the roar of machinery is getting louder, and steam trains are running faster and faster."

"The helpless sobs of children are rarely heard."

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

"So……"

Sister Teresa's expression was calm and gentle, and she raised her head and faced Zorn.

Zorn felt the strange "gaze" of being watched.

"What can I do for you?"

She said in a gentle voice.

Zorn thought for a moment, then spoke slowly.

"I do pray."

When facing a witch who knows how to understand people's hearts, sincerity is the best response strategy.

"I'm going to build a steam factory to make some potions."

"However, I'm currently lacking a medicinal herb called Purple Blood Fluorescent Grass."

"And on the Misty Plateau of Saint Jaan, there are many such materials."

Hearing this, Mother Teresa smiled quietly.

"It seems that Mr. Fighter, you know that we are witches from the mountains."

Zorn nodded slightly.

"The roar of the steam wave makes the world noisy. Extraordinary power is no secret in the circle of nobles."

Mother Teresa pondered for a while, and then slowly spoke.

"I've heard of your good deeds."

"Ratcatcher Bevis sings the praises of your extraordinary feat and achievement in slaying the Rat King."

"but……"

As she explained, she paused slightly and her voice became serious and solemn.

"I feel like this matter... doesn't seem simple, Mr. Zorn!"

She is indeed very honest.

Even the suspicion is so direct.

"Yes!"

Zorn nodded.

"There are indeed some unspeakable secrets hidden in this, but these are all business secrets."

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

"This is really not my business."

"Since you have a need, I will entrust merchants from the mountains to carry the 'Purple Blood Fluorescent Grass' you need."

"Hopefully, this will be helpful to you."

Seeing that Sister Theresa agreed, Zorn felt relieved.

While this isn't the only way, it is the simplest.

If this side refuses, then Zorn will have to go through the channels of the church.

That will undoubtedly take a lot of time.

Bishop Theresa is very prestigious among the mountain witches.

Merchants from the mountains are all related to the witch priests of various tribes.

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

Even so, merchants from the mountains would be inspected when passing through the mountain passes occupied by the Holy Sun Church.

Fortunately, purple blood fluorescent grass is not a banned material.

Just open up trade channels.

Zorn raised the price slightly.

Then there will be a steady supply of purple blood fluorescent grass being transported to Oglan City.

After some conversation, seeing that it was getting late, Zorn stood up and said goodbye.

By the way, Zorn also took out the 500 gold pounds of charity funds that he had prepared long ago and handed them to Bishop Theresa.

Such a generous donation also allowed Theresa to personally escort Zorn to the carriage with four witches.

"call……"

Zorn let out a sigh and stretched out a little in the carriage.

A deep and obscure halo emerged from the depths of his pupils.

"The Age of Witches has not yet arrived."

"But when the sleeping Amara, the Divine Mother, awakens, the witches will reveal their terrifying side."

"Fortunately... I started investing in the angel round, a true angel investor."

"The witches will receive my gift. I can even activate the awakening of Amara, the Holy Mother, at the corresponding time."

"The interplay of fate's gears will at least allow Amara to remain neutral in crucial battles, rather than standing against me."

"And those witch monasteries that are gradually being established will also become the source of nutrients for my growth and development."

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

Zorn must prepare for the future and make plans early.

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

No matter what the future plans and destiny will be.

Seizing the present moment is the most important thing.

"With the witches' connections established and the materials for the Holy Healing Glimmer Fluorescent Agent in hand, we only need to complete the simplified process at the steam factory before we can officially start production."

"Although the series of steps in the steam plant are simple after streamlining the process, there are several special and important steps that must be controlled by our own people."

"Otherwise, when the Holy Healing Micro-Glow Fluorescent Agent appears on the market, there will definitely be people coveting it."

"High-end business wars often use the simplest form of kidnapping."

"As long as you can control the core nodes in your own hands and prevent them from being leaked, there will be no problem."

"First... I must become an evil spirit wizard. Only then... can I gain believers who are willing to open their hearts to me and remain completely loyal to me even if it means witnessing the twilight of the world!"

【Evil Spirit Wizard】

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

The lingering afterglow of dusk cast its last rays of light on the tall buildings of Ogland City, stretching the shadow of the carriage into a slender outline.

"tomorrow!"

He murmured quietly.

"Tomorrow is the full blood moon, and the forbidden moment is about to arrive!"

"[Evil Spirit Wizard] is about to arrive at the correct location."

Silently, a thick fog swept in.

The wide suburban streets were deserted.

This is the "fog area" of Ogland City. Every evening, when dusk falls, thick fog will sweep in.

Although the church has established a defense line, there are also lighthouse keepers in the gray fog who try their best to eliminate those "lost ones".

But people living in this area will still return home early before nightfall, close doors and windows, and beware of heavy fog.

The gray fog spread and became thicker.

The clatter of horse hooves and the squeaking of wheels were in harmony.

Apart from that, the world seemed to have gone quiet.

Zorn raised his brows and looked outside.

There was nothing but fog. I couldn't see anything.

"Hmm... Could it be..."

Just as this thought came to Zorn's mind.

"Kind sir, could you give me a ride?"

Someone stopped the carriage in the gray fog, speaking in a polite tone.

Before Zorn could speak.

The coachman spoke a little stiffly.

"With great pleasure, generous sir!"

Zorn raised his right hand wearing the Twin Snake Ring and rubbed his temple slightly. He could vaguely hear a snake hissing and spitting out its tongue.

"Unknowingly, the coachman has been... influenced?"

He murmured quietly.

Since this was the case, Zorn moved his body quickly, made room and sat on the opposite side.

Then, a young man wearing a black suit, a brown hat, and a very decent and slightly retro style, got on the carriage and sat in the seat that Zorn had made way for.

He took off his hat.

"The fog is so thick today! I almost lost my way in it."

"Once you get lost in it, you won't be able to find your way back, right, sir?"

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

As he finished speaking, the eyeball in his right pupil fell down with a plop, landing right in the top hat in his hand.

Immediately afterwards, blood gushed out of his pupils, staining his cheeks and white shirt red.

The wriggling blood threads, like earthworms, struggled and twisted inside the pupils.

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

Once that happens, the passengers lost in the gray fog will become the new lost ones.

And Zorn sat steadily opposite and kindly reminded.

"Sir, your eyeball has fallen out!"

(End of this chapter)