Just became an evil god and was summoned by the saint

The ghosts that had crashed into the wall pounced on them instantly.

"It's perfect to use the excess magic from the fruit pulp."

The puppet, appearing as afterimages, moved among the ghosts.

After Celia had digested all the magic power of the fruit pulp, she opened her eyes and suddenly noticed that the ghostly fruit tree in front of her was somewhat different.

Upon closer inspection, she noticed that all the fruits were glowing.

Although it wasn't as fast as the one I just ate, it was definitely glowing.

She realized something, looked around, and found that the ghosts had disappeared.

As for where they went, you can find out by looking at the Ghost-Ghost Fruit.

"Lord Ross has resolved it."

Celia, who was ready for battle, showed a look of disappointment.

She thought Ross gave her the Ghost Fruit so that she could quickly regain her magic power and then fight the ghosts.

Although the magic power wasn't restored much after absorbing it.

However, his mental strength has been fully restored and has improved significantly.

Now, if she were to face the Guardian Ghost again, she would believe that no matter how much the Guardian Ghost struggled, it would not be able to break free from the mage's grasp.

"Wait, the Guardian Ghost is a second-tier being, which means... my mental power has already reached the second-tier level?"

The girl became excited.

Unfortunately, Ross didn't let her have her fun; he had already cleared out the mobs ahead of time.

Ross felt very comfortable.

Who says only challenging opponents of higher levels is fun?

Mowing the lawn is clearly enjoyable too.

"Put all the fruit away and get ready to go back."

"Ok!"

Celia quickly put the remaining 20 fruits into her bag.

Fortunately, the Ghost-Ghost Fruits aren't very big, so they could barely fit.

After finally tying the package up, Celia made up her mind: "Next time I go out, I'll get a bigger backpack!"

The return to the riverbank was easier than the way there, and soon Celia was back by the roadside.

She discovered that Baker and the others hadn't left yet and were still waiting by the roadside.

They found a spot away from the riverbank, lit a campfire, and sat around it whispering amongst themselves.

Fitch, with his shifty eyes, kept a close eye on the outside. When he saw Celia peek out, he immediately perked up. "Captain, Brother Mil is here."

The seated people immediately stood up.

“I knew the Mil brothers wouldn’t leave and would come looking for us, hahaha,” Baker laughed.

Celia looked at these people with great confusion.

Hey, no, you guys are really going to wait?

I just checked the time, and it's already late afternoon.

It took her three or four hours to fight the guardian ghosts and digest the ghost fruit.

She began to doubt her previous judgment.

Could they really be some kind of investigation team?

But if you overhear...

Fortunately, she had considered that they hadn't left, so when Celia came over, she put her disguise back on.

Well then, since they haven't left, let's see if these people are heretics or a real investigation team.

"Sorry I'm late," Celia said in a low voice.

"It's okay, we're a team, waiting is what we should do."

Baker laughed heartily, exchanged glances with the others, and walked over in a friendly manner, trying to put his arm around Celia's shoulder as a gesture of goodwill.

Celia took a step back and said coldly, "Sorry, I don't like being touched."

"Uh?"

Baker paused, his eyes widening in surprise, but he quickly put on a smile again.

"Haha, it's alright, come on, Brother Mir, I'll take you to see our leader—Lady Suna, she's been waiting for us at the investigation camp for a long time!"

Chapter 74 Suna

As you continue along the road, the pollution becomes even more intense.

The intense pollution even drove away some of the death energy, causing it to become even thinner.

There were no ghosts wandering around nearby.

Ghosts are too weak to spread death energy and grow stronger.

About an hour later, a village came into view. Baker immediately said, "The investigation team's camp is just ahead. We've been investigating here for many years, and the camp has developed into something almost like a village."

When she sensed the intense pollution emanating from the camp, comparable to that cult strongholds, Celia was absolutely certain that this was a cult stronghold.

The only activity in the vicinity is that of the Twilight Cult, so this is clearly a stronghold of the Twilight Cult.

"This is the first time I've seen a stronghold that isn't located in a cave or grotto. The Twilight Cult is really too arrogant!"

Looking at the camp that resembled a village in front of her, Celia thought of Wagner's smile when he left.

However, upon closer inspection, there were no signs of damage to the camp. The people inside lived like ordinary people, coming and going, each with their own tasks.

There's nothing wrong with it on the surface.

"The biggest problem is that there are no problems!"

It's just not normal to be able to live normally under such heavy pollution!

What about fooling the ghost?

However, upon closer reflection, most sorcerers don't have a sensitive sense of pollution like Celia; at most, they would just find the 'village' cold and uncomfortable.

Given the circumstances here, this feeling would be taken for granted, and no one would think of going to a heretical stronghold.

"Well hidden."

Celia thought to herself.

Upon entering the village, Baker's attitude became even more enthusiastic.

He told Celia about the camp's origins and development, and the hardships and challenges it had faced.

Celia wasn't listening to him; she was following Ross's instructions and secretly using her mage's hand to add a back door to the magic circle that enveloped the entire village.

“This magic circle is very similar to the magic circle at the Deep Sea Mutual Aid Society’s base, even the self-destruct device is the same.”

"The difference is that the magic array here is buried underground, without any pre-reserved maintenance channels. However, it's not buried very deep; your spiritual power is more than enough to penetrate deep into the array and modify it..."

Celia has a good talent for magic circles. Under Ross's explanation and guidance, she turned the Mage's Hand into a carving knife and went deep into the underground magic circle. Without disturbing the magic circle's alarm, she quietly modified the magic circle.

"Besides its self-destruction, this magic circle also has a protective shield that completely isolates the inside from the outside. It's very strong, amazing!" Celia exclaimed.

Ross said, "Try to stall for time and don't go to see their leader so soon. Their leader is a fourth-tier mage and can easily detect your Mage Hand."

"it is good."

Celia agreed, then interrupted Beck's introduction: "Is your camp really like a village, with a blacksmith shop and a puppet repair shop?"

Baker laughed and said, "Of course, puppet repair is a very important function. It's a must-have in a standard investigation camp."

"Where?"

Baker pointed in a direction: "Over there, see the shop with a puppet at the entrance? That's it."

"Thank you. My puppet was damaged a bit during the battle with the ghost. I'll go get it repaired first, so as not to delay the subsequent investigation." Celia walked over directly.

Baker instinctively reached out to stop the other person, but then he remembered that the other person had thrown the boatman into the river to feed the fish and was able to come and go freely in the ghost living area, so he decided against it.

But to avoid having his credit stolen, he could only follow along, accompanying Celia to the puppet repair shop. He watched from outside as Celia asked the shop owner for repair tools and removed the armor from the puppet's chest for repair.

Beck stared at the intricate runes and arcane furnace beneath the golem's chest and swallowed hard.

After handing him over to Lady Suna, I don't want anything else but this magic puppet!

Beck envisioned a future where he would have a super-powerful puppet, until Celia finally managed to repair it.

At the same time, the modifications to the magic circle were also completed.

Looking up, she saw Baker and the others waiting expectantly, and Celia deliberately asked, "Why are you still here?"

Baker gave an awkward laugh: "Commander Suna really wants to see you. If I leave without permission before the introduction is complete, I will be punished by Commander Suna."

"Is that so? Then let's go see Lady Suna you mentioned."

With the magic circle fixed, Celia was full of confidence; meeting a fourth-tier mage wasn't out of the question.

Hmph, a mere fourth rank, not worth mentioning!

The girl's ego swelled to an unbounded degree.

This time, without any unexpected incidents, Baker finally introduced 'Mir' to Suna.

Beck was deeply moved the moment he saw Suna.

"Captain Suna, this is the powerful new investigator. When he crossed the River Styx, he didn't even care about the boatmen!"

Suna nodded, looking at Celia, who was also looking at her.

The woman gave Celia a sinister first impression. Although she had the same long, flowing hair, she gave off a ghostly feeling, with a long, deathly pale face.

She was dressed in a custom-made black mage robe, and held a cane in her hand—her staff.

Sensing the intense pollution and magic emanating from her, Celia became somewhat nervous.

She couldn't resist using her magic hand, transforming it into threads that surrounded her body, ready to activate the magic circle to protect herself should anything go wrong.

"You are very pure."

Suna spoke up.

“Your mental energy is fluctuating, my friend. I sense deception. It seems you are hiding something.”

She slowly approached Celia.

"Is this what you really look like, friend?"

As she advanced, Celia retreated, her mental energy already connected to the base's magic circle.

She asked Ross nervously, "Lord Ross, didn't you say that no one could see through your disguise?"

“The difference in rank is too great; it’s normal to find traces of disguise,” Ross said.

"Now what?"

"Activate the defensive array of the magic circle to keep her away. If she gets any closer, activate the attack array."

"Lady Suna, please stop, you're getting too close."

Suna paused, looked down and then looked up again. "Oh? But we're a full five meters apart, how is that close?"

She stepped forward again: "Don't be afraid. Join us and we'll be brothers and sisters. I'm just confirming if this is your real face. You're a man, why would you be afraid of a delicate woman like me?"

A female leader, extremely rare among heretics, a fourth-tier mage, yet she is by no means delicate.

“I, Mil de Vere, am not changing my name or surname. If Miss Suna comes any closer, I will only take it as a threat and retaliate.”

Celia raised her staff and aimed it at Suna.

Suna looked at Celia with the same eyes one would use to look at a cat being affectionate, and smiled with her eyes narrowed.

"Hehe... How cute! Do you want to use magic to tickle your sister, little one?"

"Earth Spikes!" Celia shouted softly, pretending to cast a spell, but actually activating the attack array of the magic circle to attack Suna.