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"So witches are slaves?" The boy seemed to understand.

"Yes, but not entirely. The diocese is now implementing a liberation policy for witches. As long as a witch is free, they can be treated fairly in the diocese." The other person hesitated for a moment, then emphasized seriously.

"I understand. So even if she really is a witch, it doesn't matter as long as she's my slave?" Cheng Fei pointed at Shen Xi, becoming quite interested.

This made the aloof girl furrow her brows, as if she were thinking of something unpleasant, and her face turned ugly.

“Of course, but are you sure she’s your slave? She doesn’t seem like it.” Isabella looked back and forth between the two.

“We have a good relationship, but it really is. Look, she doesn’t resist at all.” Cheng Fei patted Shen Xi’s head twice as an example.

The aloof girl clenched her teeth and her small hands, her face showing a frustrated expression that seemed to say, "I really want to kill someone, but the situation is special, so I have to hold back."

“That would be perfect. Don’t worry, according to the doctrine, slave witches are private property and inviolable. No one will do anything to you.” Isabella said, glancing subtly at the soldiers behind her.

The men stood with their backs straight and their heads down, saying nothing.

Cheng Fei glanced at Nagasaki Asuna, and after receiving a barely perceptible nod, his tone relaxed, "Shall we set off then?"

Although he still didn't know the girl's identity, it seemed he didn't need to take action.

“Come with me, get in my carriage.” Isabella nodded and turned to walk towards the carriage.

The boy looked at Nagasaki Asuna and Shen Xi, and was immediately met with a fierce glare from the latter. If it weren't for the inappropriate timing, they probably would have already started cursing him out.

The boy put his hands in his pockets, pretending not to see, and gestured for them to follow.

Isabella opened the door, letting the three of them squeeze into the cramped compartment. Then, with nimble movements, she climbed onto the driver's seat on the roof and started waving the reins.

The carriage started moving again, its wheels making a sound as they rolled on the ground, and it drove into the gray city as the soldiers looked at each other in bewilderment.

The three people in the carriage observed the street through the windows. The tall, slender pointed arches of the Gothic buildings blocked the sunlight, casting long shadows on the ground. A newsboy wearing an octagonal hat stood under a telephone pole, trying to sell newspapers to passersby like a little adult.

Above such streets, a fleeting shadow flashes by; it is a tram running on suspended tracks, its pantograph scraping against the cables and occasionally sparking.

Further away, the somber silhouettes of certain large buildings can be seen, like silent giants standing deep within the city.

Because of Isabella's presence, the three did not communicate and simply watched everything in silence.

Soon, the carriage stopped in front of a magnificent building with its exterior walls covered in reliefs.

Isabella jumped out of the car with her weapon, opened the door for the three of them, and said seriously, "This is the cult's administrative office responsible for registration. Let's go."

Led by her, the three entered the building.

The bustling hall was filled with people coming and going, and passersby would bow their heads in greeting when they saw the young girl.

"Sir Isabella".

"Good morning, Sir."

The girl nodded in response, her face expressionless.

Noticing the three people's observing gazes out of the corner of her eye, she looked straight ahead and said, "Let me introduce myself. I am Isabella, one of the Knights of the Round Table of the Order. You should have heard of me."

Cheng Fei nodded vaguely, unsure whether she was referring to his name or his identity as a Knight of the Round Table; he had no idea about either.

Isabella didn't lead the three to the front window, but went directly through the side passage and pushed open a heavy door.

The young man with glasses sitting behind the desk immediately stood up and bowed, "Sir."

“There’s a suspected traceless individual here. Perform an overtone test on her using a large instrument,” Isabella said quickly.

"Understood." The young man immediately pushed a small cart over from the side, on which was placed a much more sophisticated instrument than before. The chip inside the glass cover was also larger, probably what was called a large-scale testing instrument.

Isabella looked at Shen Xi expressionlessly, "Just like before, say 'start' and that's it."

The aloof girl and the boy beside her exchanged a glance, and after receiving a nod, she stepped forward and spoke in a cold, emotionless voice, "Activate."

As soon as he finished speaking, the chip inside the glass dome emitted a strange buzzing sound and lit up with a faint light. The pointer on the instrument also started jumping and instantly reached its maximum value.

Shen Xi narrowed her eyes slightly, a look of confusion on her face.

Cheng Fei observed this scene from the sidelines, his gaze subtly alert to his surroundings in case of any accidents.

The young man adjusted his glasses, glanced at the aloof young woman, then at the prescription, and exclaimed in surprise, "High-level traceless individuals! They actually exist?"

Isabella frowned, her expression serious.

"What does 'the traceless' mean?" Cheng Fei asked calmly.

“The traceless ones are, of course, witches who have no traces of sin on their bodies.” The young man turned around and explained proactively, “The so-called traces of sin are the characteristics that appear on the body after being bewitched by that person whose name cannot be mentioned, and are passed down through generations with the bloodline.”

He pointed to his eyes as he spoke, “Specifically, the most typical features are the pupil patterns and bone patterns. If you look closely at a shaman’s pupils, you can see silver patterns. There are also similar things on the back of their hands and arms, which we normal people don’t have.”

Cheng Fei immediately understood what the soldiers had been checking earlier. After thinking for a moment, he asked, "Since there are no markings on their bodies, why do you think those without markings are witches?"

“Those with traces of sin on their bodies are of course witches, but the absence of traces does not mean they are not witches. Witches also have another characteristic: their voices carry special overtones that resonate with things left behind by that person whose name cannot be mentioned. This is the principle behind the overtone testing device.” The young man patted the instrument next to him.

Cheng Fei and Shen Xi exchanged a glance.

"By the way, who exactly is this person whose name cannot be mentioned?" the boy asked casually.

"A person whose name cannot be mentioned is, of course, a person whose name cannot be mentioned." The young man shrugged as if it were a matter of course.

Cheng Fei realized that this might be a fixed title in this world.

"I understand." The boy nodded for the time being, so as not to seem too strange if he asked too many questions.

“That’s enough, register their identities.” Isabella interrupted their conversation.

"After all, he is a high-level Unmarked Person. Should we report this?" The young man turned around, his expression becoming cautious.

“There’s nothing to report. The Unmarked are witches, and high-ranking witches are also witches. According to the new doctrine, they should all be treated fairly.” Isabella said expressionlessly, her tone leaving no room for argument.

"Okay, I'll get right away." The young man nodded quickly, then looked at the three of them, "Come here for a moment, I'll help you register."

……

After some time, with the help of Cheng Fei's fabrications, the three of them completed the so-called registration.

Cheng Fei and Nagasaki Asuna each received a nameplate with their basic information stamped on it.

As for Shen Xi, he completed the registration as a young witch slave, and a metal ring that could not be removed was placed around his neck.

After finishing this task, Isabella escorted the three of them to the gate of the management office.

"Now you are free to move around in the parish, just remember to follow the doctrine. If you are unsure, it is best to buy the latest edition or go listen to the priests preach." The girl maintained her superior tone.

"Understood, thank you, Sir." Cheng Fei bowed to her, mimicking the manner he had observed along the way.

Isabella nodded slightly, said nothing more, and turned to walk into the administration office.

Before her figure disappeared completely, the boy saw a middle-aged man dressed similarly to her appear. The two said something and walked side by side into the depths.

An attack came at the boy without warning.

"You piece of trash who spouts nonsense! Nobody here is your slave! What are we going to do now?!" Shen Xi tugged at the sturdy collar, glared fiercely at the boy, and gritted her teeth.

"Teacher Shen, this is all to protect you. Didn't you hear me?" The boy pursed his lips, barely managing to hide his true feelings, and spread his hands seriously. "Unclaimed witches are to be placed under the unified management of the diocese. Would you rather be my slave or stay here?"

"I don't want either of them!" The aloof girl glared at him without hesitation, raising her white boots to attack again.

"Teacher Shen, please don't say that. We must abide by the rules of the parish, oh no, the dogmas, otherwise it will be very troublesome." The boy said sincerely.

Shen Xi turned her face away, her brows furrowed, and took a deep breath. Her flat chest heaved violently, as if she was enduring it.

Nagasaki Asuna stood beside her, hands behind her back, a faint smile playing on her lips, a hint of schadenfreude in her expression.

"You vixen, are you pleased?!" The aloof girl turned her head, her murderous gaze piercing her.

"Huh?" Nagasaki Asuna exclaimed in surprise, then her eyes darted around and she raised her chin, her expression soft and charmingly innocent. "I'm Cheng Fei's girlfriend, so who's the vixen here?"

The aloof girl abruptly turned her face away, her expression filled with even more hatred.

"Teacher Shen, things have come to this point, so don't be angry. Let's find a place to discuss this first," Cheng Fei stepped between the two and took her small hand.

"Don't touch me, go hold your girlfriend's hand, she already thinks I'm a vixen!" A more angry voice suddenly erupted.

After spending some time calming down the aloof girl who was furious, the three of them found a secluded corner on the street and began to sort out their current situation.

“Teacher Shen, first of all, it’s obvious that the so-called person whose name cannot be mentioned is very likely you.” Cheng Fei stroked his chin, looking serious.

"Nonsense." Shen Xi turned her face away from him, her little face still showing displeasure.

“Eh, it’s quite possible, isn’t it?” Nagasaki Asuna tilted her head and tapped her chin with her fingertip.

“That’s right. The so-called unnamed person must be a very powerful being, which is why she left behind hereditary characteristics in her followers. She might be the Protoss Queen. The Witch was an apostle on this planet at that time and underwent Protoss technology modification or something.” The boy clenched his fist with a sense of certainty.

"Such nonsensical and presumptuous talk could very well be something unrelated to the Celestials." The aloof girl seemed unwilling to pay attention.

"Teacher Shen, I know you're unhappy that you've suddenly become a slave, but please calm down. The test just now clearly showed that you are a rare high-level traceless person. That is to say, you have neither the characteristics of a witch, nor the ability to strongly resonate with the things of people whose names cannot be mentioned. Why do you think that is?" The boy leaned into her field of vision and softened his tone.

Shen Xi turned her face away from him, her stubborn pink lips tightly closed.

"Eh, it seems she's really angry." Nagasaki Asuna sighed softly.

"If the vixen likes it, she can have someone put a collar on you!" The aloof girl's resentful gaze pierced her.

"If I could, I wouldn't mind. Anyway, I was originally Cheng Fei's cat, and cats should wear collars. It's a pity I'm not a witch." Nagasaki Asuna nodded to herself, then picked up her nameplate to look at it, sighed softly, and seemed a little regretful.

Shen Xi slapped her forehead, a hint of regret on her face.

"Teacher Shen, so obviously something's wrong with this world. The Protoss Apostles have been reduced to an inferior race. What can we do? The only option is to bring your invincible fleet over and launch an orbital bombardment, right?" Cheng Fei said seriously.

"If such a thing existed, it would definitely eliminate trash like you first." The aloof girl glared at him fiercely, then looked thoughtful, as if accepting reality.

“Speaking of which, there’s something else strange.” Nagasaki Asuna pondered for a moment.

"What's wrong?" the boy asked, looking at her.

“That Isabella, I clearly saw some special marks in her pupils. Could it be that besides the witches, there are other similar people in this world?” The sweet girl pointed to her eyes.

1049. Nagasaki Asuna is bearing responsibility.

"Is that so?" Cheng Fei asked in surprise. "Could it be that she herself is a high-level sorcerer or something?"

Neither the boy nor Shen Xi noticed this because they didn't have a chance to get closer to observe; Nagasaki Asuna probably discovered it through her senses.

"It doesn't seem like it? Compared to those slaves outside wearing neck rings." Asuna Nagasaki glanced casually at Shen Xi beside her as she spoke.

This made the aloof girl feel like she'd been pricked by a needle, and she immediately glared at her with an annoyed, questioning look, only to be ignored.

"So Isabella isn't a normal person either, maybe not even one of the Knights of the Round Table." Cheng Fei rubbed his chin.

Although he didn't see Isabella make a direct move, he had a feeling that she was a formidable character, and that the so-called Knights of the Round Table must be someone with a simple identity.

"In that case, should we continue to look around and gather more information? It's getting late, and I'm a little sleepy." Nagasaki Asuna covered her mouth and yawned slightly, glancing at the aloof girl beside her out of the corner of her eye.

Shen Xi let out a cold laugh that was hard to decipher.

“Teacher Shen, what are you grinning about over there? I know you’re a bit of a gaming addict and you probably want to keep playing, but shouldn’t you take a break? We’ve already established ourselves, so it’s not too late to explore again tomorrow,” Cheng Fei said seriously.

"If you want to be intimate with your girlfriend, you can just say so. These disgusting aquatic mammals are disgusting." The aloof girl narrowed her eyes and covered her mouth, her disgust undisguised.

The boy shook his head and sighed, "Teacher Shen, if you're lonely out there and want me to keep you company, you can just say so?"

"Nonsense! Who would want a mouse to keep them company for no reason?!" The aloof girl was even more displeased.

Asuna Nagasaki looked away with her hands behind her back, her bright eyes reflecting the city scenery, and she didn't participate in the conversation.

Regardless, after discussion, Shen Xi decided to evacuate.

The three of them walked back along the route they had taken by carriage, taking the opportunity to observe the local customs and traditions along the way, which would be helpful for their subsequent actions.

"Here, Ms. Shen, have some. Don't be angry." Cheng Fei placed a small, brightly colored light green object in front of Shen Xi.

"What is this?" the aloof girl asked suspiciously.

"It's called 'candy tube,' so it's a local roadside snack, right? It's crispy and tastes alright." The boy brought the snack to her tightly closed mouth.

The aloof girl turned her face away to avoid it, but took it anyway and examined it carefully. She then brought it close and sniffed it with her small, delicate nostrils. Turning her head away, she said with disdain, "As expected of a sewer rat, the first thing it does when it arrives in a new place is always to steal things."

"Teacher Shen, I kindly offered you snacks, and instead of thanking me, you're slandering me?" The boy looked genuinely surprised. "I paid for them, thank you."

"Where did the rat get the money?" Shen Xi asked, her expression unchanged.

"Borrowed." The boy put his hands in his pockets and turned to look at the scenery.

"Heh, I knew it." Shen Xi looked away with the same feeling as expected. After thinking for a moment, she still tried to bite the candy tube in her hand. Her fair and soft cheeks bulged slightly, making a soft crunching sound. As the sweetness spread, the coldness on her face melted a little.

The boy glanced at her sideways.