Just became an evil god and was summoned by the saint

Someone spread the rumor that this ruin was richer than other ruins, with mid-level magic crystals readily available, and more and more people came to the temporary camp.

The temporary camp gradually grew in size, forming layer upon layer of small towns around the pool, and the number of vendors increased.

Especially those selling armor.

These past few days, Celia has been engrossed in painting scrolls, while Elena has been repairing her magic puppets, and at the same time, she has done something else.

She made up her mind to spread the word to the elves she knew on the border of Ishtar that it was possible to make money here by relying on elven blessings.

Soon enough, many elf purification stalls were set up here, responsible for temporarily suppressing the curse for the adventuring mercenaries.

As more and more spirits arrived, the price of healing was driven down, gradually dropping to 5 silver coins, then to 4 silver coins, 3.5 silver coins...

Meanwhile, the temples in nearby towns learned of the curse that could not be cleansed by purification spells, and summoned the bishop of Southern City to investigate the nature of the curse and how to remove it.

In this situation, even if the elves wanted to unite to raise prices, they couldn't.

Because this thing lacks core competitiveness; any elf can make it.

The two elves summoned by Pascal did not lower their prices; instead, they stubbornly maintained their original prices.

Meanwhile, with Elena's help, they began looking for loopholes in the contract and then went to Pascal to ask for a "base salary".

With so many spirits already offering exorcism services outside, the two spirits were no longer cost-effective; keeping them would only cost money. In the end, Pascal broke off the contract with them, restoring their freedom.

Outside the ruins, a storm was brewing, while inside, news of the breakthrough of certain clues was emerging one after another.

Five days passed quietly.

I'm experiencing writer's block... I need to take a break (referring to irregular update times, not a request for leave or reduced updates).

Chapter 240 has turned into a horror story.

morning.

Celia laid out all the items she had prepared to bring and checked them one by one.

The staff is intact, and the puppet has been repaired.

Then came the scrolls.

There are 20 Tier 3 [Earth Shield] and [Water Curtain Barrier] cards in total, mainly for emergency use.

Earth Shield is the most robust defensive spell in the third tier, and it will be used in conjunction with Elena's second-tier spell, Steel and Wood Spikes, for defense.

The Steel-Wood Spikes effect raises a large number of wooden spikes that are taller than ground spikes and can bend.

Afterwards, the Earth Shield will rise around the Steel and Wood Spikes and form a solid rock wall that envelops them, creating an effect similar to Ice Wall and Forest Silk.

However, the combination of Steel Spikes and Earth Shield is not as smooth as that of Ice Wall and Forest Silk, resulting in poorer interactivity.

However, it can continue to be used in conjunction with the second-tier water spells [Softening] and [Frost Condensation]. [Softening] can moisten and soften the [Earth Shield], add [Forest Silk] between the [Steel and Wood Spikes], and then use [Frost Condensation] to solidify the softened [Earth Shield].

Celia and Elena tried it, it's incredibly strong, it can probably block fourth-tier spells.

Following Ross's suggestion, Celia named this combination move "Bearing Wall".

Another third-tier defensive spell, [Water Curtain Barrier], was what Emilia needed. She accidentally made too many and kept them on her person as backup.

Besides these two, there are also some attack-type spell scrolls, also of the third tier, which I made too many of when I was crafting them.

Then, for the second-tier scrolls, Celia took about a hundred.

Instead of rolling up the scrolls, she neatly stacked them according to their categories and put them back into her small backpack.

This can save a lot of space.

After putting both offensive and defensive spells into her backpack, Celia took out several bottles of potions.

"Although it contains a healing-preventing curse, it doesn't suppress magic, so you should still bring magic-restoring potions."

He then put the mana potion into his backpack.

The backpack has several small compartments specifically for storing medicine.

Even if it's squeezed, it's fine; the bottles containing the medicine aren't that easy to break.

"The medicine is so expensive. I wish I could make medicine too."

A young girl's rambling thoughts.

Ten bottles of Tier 10 mana potions cost her 5 gold coins.

After packing the medicine into her backpack, she took out two days' worth of food, including bread, biscuits, boiled eggs, and apples.

The girl casually put a sandwich in her mouth, then crushed the bread into a ball and put it in her bag along with other food.

These things made her backpack bulge, and it could no longer hold anything else.

While eating her sandwich, Celia looked at the clothes inside the tent. "Besides the school and Holy Court badges and gold coins, leave the rest of the unimportant things here. Put a mid-level magic crystal on the protective array; it should keep thieves away for ten to fifteen days."

She glanced down at her outfit: an elf-style dark green coat and black pants, perfectly embodying the elf's disguise.

"Why do elves like green clothes? It's hard to understand."

Celia removed the disguise from her face and looked in the mirror.

"Luckily, I'm naturally beautiful, so I look good even in green!"

Ross had been watching Celia pack her things. Hearing her narcissistic remarks, he chuckled and said, "Cherish your elegance now. Once you reach the sixth floor, you won't be able to maintain it even if you want to."

Celia tensed up for a moment: "Is the sixth floor really that difficult?"

"It is challenging, but besides being difficult, it's also... interesting."

Previously, after Celia went up to the sixth floor, she did not enter the sixth floor to explore, but chose to leave directly. From the point of departure, it was impossible to see anything, so it is unknown what is inside.

Hearing Ross's words, she felt uneasy.

How terrible does something have to be for someone to give up elegance?

The girl was completely baffled.

She chose to give up thinking.

After packing her things, Celia left the tent, where Elena was already waiting outside.

There was no one queuing outside the camp.

In the past few days, with the arrival of many elves, the demand for curse purification has gradually reached saturation. In addition, since they are not lowering their prices, completely dispelling curses is no longer cost-effective, so no one is coming anymore.

Neither Celia nor Elena cares anymore.

Of course, if someone who is dying comes to them for help, they will still help.

"How many floors are we going to today?" Elena asked.

After the two met up, they headed towards the ruins.

The temporary camp was now incredibly bustling, with all sorts of traveling merchants coming and going.

"The more the better, keep playing until you're so tired you'll fall asleep the next second!" Celia declared her strategy.

Behind him, Ross floated forward, watching the scene with amusement.

Full of enthusiasm, hopefully I won't be thinking of coming back.

Upon arriving at the gate of the ruins, they passed through smoothly and found themselves at the entrance to the sixth floor.

Instead of setting off immediately, they first summoned the puppets and released ice walls and forest threads around themselves and the puppets.

This defensive combo can still hold out for a while, especially against physical attacks.

After encasing themselves in ice, the two set off and officially entered the sixth floor.

Upon entering, the two found that the atmosphere here was completely different from that downstairs.

The lighting was dim, giving off a... eerie feeling.

Near the staircase on the sixth floor is a large living room, larger than the castle appears from the outside. However, this is a subspace, so it's normal for the interior to be larger than it appears from the outside.

The living room faces a fireplace directly opposite the stairs, and above the fireplace, besides the extended chimney, there is a... portrait.

It appears to be a portrait of a middle-aged nobleman, smiling as he looks ahead.

Celia looked at the painting and felt as if it were staring at her.

A cold wind blew by, and a faint sound seemed to be heard.

Celia felt her hair stand on end and couldn't help but move a little closer to Elena, but accidentally bumped into her.

She looked up and saw that Elena was also approaching her.

Elena was even more frightened; her teeth were chattering.

"Celia, why don't we go back?"

Seeing that someone was even more frightened than she was, Celia suddenly mustered her courage, "Why go back? We're already here, let's get it to the tenth floor today!"

"Ha ha……"

A soft laugh suddenly rang out.

Celia jolted awake, and a strand of her hair instantly stood on end.

"Who?!"

She looked ahead where the sound seemed to be coming from.

There has been no response.

It was quiet.

"Is there someone else here?" Elena crossed her arms and looked around in horror.

Celia was a little scared, but not as outrageous as Elena, and she was still able to think normally.

She gripped her staff tightly and stared at the portrait.

She always felt that the voice was coming from the portrait.

"How about we throw an ice spike at the portrait?"

Celia thought to herself, but then her sense of danger gave her a faint feeling of peril, which made her give up the idea.

"It's not a person, it's a special trap here... or a monster. Some monsters can affect people through mental attacks, inducing fear. Be careful."

The two mustered their courage and looked ahead.

Suddenly, a loud "bang" came from behind.

The two of them shuddered and quickly turned around to look.

A door appeared behind them, tightly closed, surrounded by solid walls; the stairs they had come up with were nowhere to be seen.

A faint, almost imperceptible chuckle drifted over again.

"Ha ha……"

Chapter 241 A mess

Jingle Bell--

Along with the light laughter came the sounds of various metals clashing.

That was the sound of the chandelier on the ceiling swaying in the breeze.

This strange atmosphere was something Celia had never encountered before.

What made her even more nervous was that as she gradually approached the center of the living room, there were still no traps or attacks around her.

This made her very uncomfortable.

The fewer traps appeared, the more afraid and nervous she became.

It's like walking alone at night, knowing there might be dogs ahead. The less the dogs bark, the more nervous you become; the more the dogs bark, the less afraid you are.

"This sixth floor is too strange."

Celia looked around nervously.

Elena stood close by, nervously looking around: "I'd rather face countless traps and monsters than stay in a place like this."

Celia asked in a low voice, "Can you tell what kind of traps are here?"