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When such a thing happened, he was not in the mood to have a dinner party. He casually dismissed a group of officials, got up and left the restaurant, and came to the door of a room on the second floor.

No one lives in the room around this room, and the maids and male servants never get close to each other. Only candles swaying slowly in the corridor, reflecting the vicissitudes of stone walls, which are quiet and mysterious.

There was no response from the door immediately. After a while, the door suddenly opened a crack with a "creak" and a dry and mute female voice came out of the room: "It turns out it's the city lord, please come in."

Hearing this voice, Viscount Connor couldn't help but feel cold in his soul. After calming down, he pushed open the door and walked in.

There were thick curtains in the room, and no light came in from outside. Only a magic lamp was hung on the wall, illuminating a small area against the wall.

There was a long stone table, with many translucent glassware on the stone table, and a crucible, which was being placed on the alcohol lamp and cooking something, and a strong and strange smell was floating in the air.

A woman in a dark purple hooded robe stood at the stone table with her back to Viscount Connor, weighing something on a small scale. Even Viscount Connor walked in and didn't stop, and looked quite busy.

This woman is tall but very thin. She is almost wrapped in a hooded robe. The only exposed piece of arms is thin and pale, and she gives people a very gloomy feeling.

"Miss Judy."

Viscount Connor stopped after taking two steps, and did not try to get close to the woman, with his expression and tone very polite. If you look closely, you will find that there was a little bit of vigilance in his eyes when he looked at the woman, as if he was afraid of something.

At this time, the woman called "Miss Judy" finally finished her work, wiped her hands and slowly turned around.

The dark purple hood covered most of her face, revealing only a small piece of dry, rough dark red hair and pale and thin lower half of her face. There was a complex black pattern on her side face and neck. One end was slid down into the collar, and the other end disappeared into the hood, which was squirming like a living thing, looking gloomy and bizarre.

These black patterns mark her identity.

She is a witch.

Moreover, it is the most mysterious and evil dark witch among the witches.

"Vissue Connor rarely comes here to find me. Is there anything wrong?"

She popped up a few sparks, lit the white candlestick inserted into the iron candlestick on the wall, then raised her hand, and asked Viscount Connor to sit down in front of the fireplace.

With the swaying candlelight, the room suddenly became much brighter and it didn't look as gloomy as before.

Viscount Connor sat down on a rattan chair, told the news he had just obtained, and then explained his purpose: "I suspect that there may be a level 4 strong man among the remnants of light, or have mastered some terrible weapons. I want to ask Miss Judy to help me get rid of those remnants of light."

The witch Judy nodded slightly, her voice was dry and dumb: "The Lord of the City has helped me find the potion of 'Li Zhuhua'. I owe you a favor. This time I took action, how about I repay this favor?"

Viscount Connor nodded: "This is nature."

"Since that's the case, I'll leave those remnants of light to me." The witch Judy curled her lips and smiled gloomy. "Don't worry, the city lord, unless there are professionals above level 5 around them, they will definitely not be able to escape from my palms."

"That Miss Judy..."

"It takes some time to prepare. I want a dose of witch medicine." Miss Judy said, pulling out a piece of parchment from her cuff and handing it to Viscount Connor. "This is a list, help me buy all the potions on this list. In less than twenty days, the remnants of light will die."

As she said that, she stood up from the rattan chair, walked back to the stone table in the corner, and became busy.

As she stood up, a ray of black air flew out from under her sleeves and wrapped around the candlestick on the wall. In an instant, the white candle on the wall disappeared silently, and the room fell into darkness again.

Viscount Connor understood that this was the meaning of seeing off guests. He put away the parchment paper and stood up from the rattan chair: "Since that's the case, then the city lord will not disturb you from refining medicine, say goodbye."

As he said that, he turned around and left the room.

The door closed behind him with a "click" sound, just like when he came, separating the inside and the outside into two worlds.

However, at this moment, Viscount Connor's uneasiness and uneasiness had disappeared without a trace, and he felt extremely at ease and at ease.

This "Miss Judy" is a level 4 dark witch.

The Dark Witch itself is already mysterious and powerful enough, not to mention a level 4 dark witch, whose terribleness is far beyond ordinary people's imagination.

With her taking action, the resurrection of light that resurrections of the resurrection will inevitably be wiped out.

It's just a pity~ The favor that I finally got was used up like this, Viscount Connor felt heartbroken.

What Viscount Connor didn't know was that before he started to take action, Wu Hui was already actively preparing for the war, and even put his ideas on his retainer, Baron Gruburg.

Of course, fortunately, he didn't know, otherwise even if he wasn't mad, he wouldn't be able to stand here safely and feel complacent.

...

Meanwhile, the Monastery of St. Lu'an.

The sun sets.

Catherine was busy all day in the monastery. She had to preach doctrine to the newly developed believers, and to use the divine healing technique to help these civilian believers treat some serious diseases and show the divine power and kindness of our Lord. Even though her level 3 nun's physique is far stronger than that of ordinary people, she still feels deep fatigue.

However, all this effort is worth it.

Over the past day, several waves of herders' attitudes changed, from hesitation and uncertainty at the beginning to awe and longing. Although they did not express their intention to follow our master on the spot, it was almost the same.

She believed that soon these people would become firm followers of our Lord.

After finally sending away the last group of believers who came to worship the statue of the coming of the God of Light, she hurriedly ate something in the last bit of sunset and prepared to rest.

However, before resting, she still prayed to my Lord.

"Light my Lord, your believer, Katherine, today..."

Catherine, wearing a white nun suit, knelt in front of the holy and solemn statue of the light, held her hands with her chest, lowered her head and prayed devoutly, reporting the efforts and gains made by everyone in the monastery to spread the faith to the God of Light.

This is the rule set by Wu Hui for her, in order to facilitate Wu Hui to master the movements of the lower realm.

After praying, Catherine was about to get up and rest as usual. Suddenly, a magnificent voice rang in her mind.

"Katherina."

Catherine was shocked and her blue eyes widened in surprise: "My Lord!"

She had never expected that such routine report prayers would be responded to, and she was overjoyed for a moment and had no seriousness and majesty in front of outsiders.

However, after all, she was a smart girl. After all, she quickly realized that Wu Hui had something to give to him. She quickly knelt down again and kowtowed devoutly: "My Lord, please give the oracle."
Chapter completed!