Wizards: Starting as a Potions Master!

Chapter 144 The Witcher Family

"Father, we're not sure," Chesia said, shaking her head. "It could be the Forsaken, or it could be those mutant arcanists from the underworld."

The blind nun interjected, "Back then, when those wizards faced the dire situation of the receding magical tide, they devised many solutions. The Forsaken and the Underworld are branches of wizarding society that were unable to leave with the mainstream wizarding community or had other purposes, and thus remained."

"Therefore, I suspect that Sunan Peter may be a wizard who used special methods to remain in this land."

The Dark Wanderer grew impatient. "Perhaps they could be native wizards. After all, we've summoned the magical tide back, so it's normal for some native wizards to inherit its legacy. If this land didn't have the magical tide, our strength would also be affected."

"The magical tides are good for everyone, except for those charlatans in the church."

"Forget it. You wouldn't be so stupid as to tell me this and think I'd deal with a minor wizard lord from a small military district, would you?"

"You can handle these things yourselves."

"The Southern Thrace Military District is almost the most barren of the twenty-one military districts in the Storm Kingdom. There's nothing particularly important there. My attention must be focused on something more important—the strategic planning."

"No matter what, a chess player will never willingly stand on the chessboard and become a chess piece."

"A mere shaman is not worth my attention. I only asked you because I thought something major had happened there."

The Dark Wanderer said to the blind nobleman beside him, dressed in the robes of a nobleman of the People of Law, "Prepare a ship for me."

"I am going to the isolated Eastern Empire, to the remnants of the Ostrogothic lands—the Chalac Fortress of the Theodore despotism. That fortress holds a very important artifact for me."

The blind nobleman, his face filled with reverence, knelt and bowed, saying, "Yes, great king. Your ships are about to be ready."

At the same time, the Dark Wanderer looked at the most unique among the mid-level lords, a blind monk with his head covered in nails, dressed in the ancient robes of a monastic who worshipped the god of law. "How's the plan against the Storm Kingdom's capital going?"

The blind monk curled his lips into a smile and said elegantly, "Supreme King, the plan was a great success. Humanity probably only thinks of uniting when it is truly in despair."

"But before that, I will use them, let them plunge themselves into despair. Once the capital is lost, the lords of the Storm Kingdom will be even more desperate."

The blind monk said expectantly, "Please rest assured, I will soon bring them despair a second time."

"The more times they despair, the weaker the Storm God becomes, and the stronger we become."

"I'm genuinely curious about how many Storm Lords the Storm Kingdom's capital can summon to protect it, and how many of the kingdoms of the Order pantheon will come to help."

The Dark Wanderer smiled with satisfaction. "Blind monk, you are my most outstanding creation. It seems that guiding you into my world was the right decision."

"You do things like an elegant artist. That's good."

"Go ahead and do it."

The blind nun immediately looked at the blind monk with jealousy.

Damn it, because of her poor performance in the Southern Thrace military district, she couldn't resolve the small Peter territory several times, and now her limelight is being stolen by that blind monk newcomer.

The blind nun was filled with jealousy.

What kind of dark artist is this!

She is the best master of dark art, and a capable subordinate of the blind king.

No.

If Sunan Peter is not dealt with, it seems that in the eyes of the mid-level lords and the blind king, she will forever remain an incompetent figure.

Before the Dark Wanderer and most of the mid-level lords left, she gritted her teeth and began to think about how to deal with the blind nun in Sunan, and suddenly walked towards the blind monk.

"Wait a minute, the blind monk..."

The blind monk stood silently in place, but did not turn around. He merely glanced at the blind nun out of the corner of his eye.

Of course, their eyes are covered by an evil veil, so it doesn't matter whether they turn around or not; they see the world through psychic abilities.

However, this action was a sign of contempt for the blind nun.

The blind nun was furious at his arrogant attitude; she was truly a fallen tiger being bullied by dogs. "Blind monk, I need to borrow a family of demon hunters you've secretly cultivated in the mortal realm."

"I heard that this is a force you trained specifically to deal with wizard enemies."

I need to borrow it from you.

The blind monk asked, "On what grounds?"

"Are you really that powerless against that earth sorcerer?"

The blind nun retorted angrily, "That's not it. It's just that my troops in the mortal realm are carrying out other plans, and your witch-hunting troops are the best choice to effectively counter wizards."

"I asked you to borrow it simply for convenience. That's all."

The blind monk, through his psychic abilities, glanced at Chesia, the high-ranking sorceress beside him, and then said expressionlessly, "Alright, it's not that I can't lend it to you."

"Anyway, I won't encounter any wizard enemies in the capital of the Storm Kingdom."

"But I need you to specifically deal with the Church's High Knights' [Servants of Pain] force."

The blind nun initially didn't want to agree, but the thought of Su Nan's smiling face, welcoming her to come again next time, made her angrily agree. "Okay."

"I hope you will transfer your witcher family here as soon as possible."

Chesia stood silently behind them, watching the transaction unfold. At the same time, she looked at the blind nun with a strange gaze, but before the blind nun noticed her, she resumed her expressionless, calm demeanor.

Our blind nun ancestors.

More than two thousand years ago, you were able to betray your family and your monastic order to fulfill your own desires. So why should your descendants now be bound to you, becoming your vassals and unable to exist independently in the energy world?

……

In the Southern Thrace Military District, Peter's Territory, and Sunan, the Territory of Metz has been stabilized by signing a lord's decree, and all the minor lords in Metz have submitted to it.

In this way, he gained control of almost the entire Southern Thrace military district.

The only drawback is that the only county in the Southern Thrace Military District, the County of Samori, has seen a considerable number of refugees fleeing to its territory.

Inside the Four Seasons Garden, Su Nan went to visit the Queen of the Golden Beetles. At this moment, the number of modified scarab troops had reached fifty.

He had successfully modified the scarab beetle.

Next, the scarab troops would be deployed into the underground tunnels. Su Nan suddenly realized that once the scarab troops were deployed underground, there was no need to control their numbers anymore.

Anyway, there are creatures in the underworld to clear out excess scarabs for him, and he can use the war against the underworld to continuously increase the number of scarab generations, using this method to conduct research on insect curses.

Meanwhile, Su Nan's mental strength has reached 60.02 these days, and its improvement has become very slow.

However, through contact with the underworld and the transformation of a large number of gargoyles, Su Nan discovered two more ways to rapidly increase his spiritual power.

(End of this chapter)